We all have to start somewhere - no matter what it is we do. Doctors had to operate for the first time. Chefs had to make that first meal. And strippers had to have that first pole.
The blonde babe shows definite pole potential. She’s already got the lower-body strength (God, those thighs!) and the hot moves, she just needs the transitions and she’ll rocket to the top.
Sometimes it’s not the pole, it’s the power of the dancer. It’s hard to ignore a girl who truly knows how to work the pole. Confidence, strength, power - it’s all right there in one solid, curvy package. It makes you want to reach out and touch, while the presence of the pole tells you that touching is verboten.
This girl’s got it down. And not only that, she’s got eye contact - or camera contact, as the case may be. Those smoky eyes, that sly smile. She is not ashamed, not distanced from the dance. She revels in it.
And that’s just plain hot.
A little bit of danger makes people think bad. Standing too close can get you burned, and burning’s bad - remember? But what about the ones who can’t help it?
All things are aflame. The eye is aflame. The hands are aflame. The tongue is aflame. All things are aflame for all things desire. They desire to touch and to be touched. They desire the searing heat that happens when two flames merge. Passion and desire ignite the body and bring the senses to heel - sooner or later, the truth is known. We all burn, just as we all get burned.
Even good girls can sweat fire.
The allure of the pole is everywhere! Set up a vertical pole and suddenly hot women want to dance on them. It goes beyond strippers. It goes beyond the sorority house. Even…
Even at the Burning Man festival.
What drives these women? What makes them want that pole? What makes them spin and clamp and flex for everyone to see? What turns these women into wannabe strippers mentally buckled into five-inch heels? What is the power of this simple upright bar?
I don’t know. But I like it.
