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It was time for me to put up or shut up so, in full view of my team, I bent over and unzipped my black spike-heeled boots, taking them off in as teasing a fashion as I could manage, dangling them in one hand before I let them drop to the floor.

Luke and Daryll seemed mesmerised by my breasts, as if they had convinced themselves I didn’t actually have any. To be fair to them, I’d always tried my hardest to cover them up in the office.

Ryan, of course, had been allowed to enjoy them intimately on more than one occasion so he was looking very pleased with himself, as if he’d suddenly been promoted to leader of the pack.

I took a deep breath, kept my eyes on him as I carefully stepped backwards on to a podium and wrapped myself around the cold steel of the pole. First I slid my spine up and down, splaying my knees into a squatting position, before pulling myself up with my hands above my head, sashaying my hips side to side at the same time.

Remembering the dance I’d seen earlier, I hooked one leg around the pole and twisted around until I reached the floor. Just at that moment, ‘Raspberry Beret’, one of my favourite Prince tracks, started playing.

‘Right,’ I thought. ‘I’ll show you uptight.’

By this point I could see the bulge in Ryan’s trousers, and the boys in the team whooping and cheering me on behind him.

I licked my lips as I swivelled around the pole, feeling damn grateful that I’d spent so much time on Zeus, not to mention the countless hours in the gym.

I was confident enough in my fitness and the strength of my biceps and thighs to try some of the more ambitious moves I’d seen that night, so I thought, here goes nothing, grabbed the pole at eye level and swung myself upside down, making a V-shape with my legs.

It required a lot of concentration to maintain a degree of gracefulness and sensuality; I had to make it look easy, even if it wasn’t – but then I was used to doing that every day at the office.

When I looked up, Ryan was salivating and even Luke was looking vaguely impressed.

Adrenalin was pumping through my body, partly with the effort, partly with the sheer thrill of dancing in such an erotic way. I loved the feeling of power it gave me, especially seeing the effect I was having on Ryan and his idiotic pals.

Their eyes were filled with a mixture of admiration and sheer lust, which actually sent a bolt of electricity through me that seemed to heat me up and make my skin burn.

I carried on swivelling, spinning and arching my back to the music for a good five minutes and finished on an ambitious move. Bending forwards with my head near the bottom of the pole and my hands halfway up it, I levered my legs off the floor and up to the vertical, wrapping my legs around the pole and gripping with my ankles to pull myself up, grabbing the pole again with my hands and gently circling around with my legs pointed in opposite directions until I was back on the ground again.

I was operating in absolute fight-or-flight mode and would probably feel the pain later.

When I was back on my feet, I realised everyone in the bar had been watching me and not even the security guards who had been so keen to eject Luke earlier had tried to stop me.

Ryan was transfixed and the Brothers, along with the rest of the male clientele, gave me a standing ovation.

‘Geri, you go girl, that’s more like it!’ one of the guys yelled, while Luke was pushed towards the back. I was drenched in sweat but every nerve ending in my body was tingling.

‘Thanks, guys,’ I said. ‘I’m not making a speech, but suffice to say I had a ball.’

‘Well, I think it’s more that you’ve got balls, Geri,’ said Tania. ‘Bravo to you too.’

I wondered why they’d let a female customer get away with stripping off and using the club’s equipment when I clocked a man in the top booth signalling to security to hang back. It was the same dark-haired guy that I saw Tania talking to at the bar earlier. I couldn’t figure out how or why she knew him but I was so flushed with excitement I didn’t care.

Gathering up my clothes, I waved to the boys and motioned to Ryan to accompany me.

I couldn’t resist shooting Luke a triumphant look.

I put my top and boots back on and we hailed a taxi back to Ryan’s apartment on the Isle of Dogs.

‘Jesus, Geri, I mean … Jesus, that was fucking amazing … where the hell did you learn how to do that?’ gasped Ryan, trying to conceal his erection.

‘I guess I’m just a natural, sweetie,’ I teased. ‘You have to be damned athletic to pole dance and I’m practically an acrobat.’

‘The guys from the office couldn’t believe what they were seeing, especially Luke,’ he said. ‘That was just such a genius stroke to pull, but aren’t you worried about what’s going to happen when you go back to work tomorrow?’

‘To be honest, Ryan, I couldn’t give a flying fuck now,’ I said. ‘If women like Tania can flash their tits and still get a job, then why should I care about being one of the boys?’

‘Good for you, Geri,’ he said, grinning from ear to ear. ‘I can’t wait to find out what your new game is, babe!’

‘Ryan, I’m not your babe or anyone else’s,’ I replied. ‘Just shut up and come here.’

And with that I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deep and hard, plunging my tongue into his mouth.

Our hands were all over each other as the taxi headed back to Ryan’s place. I didn’t give a shit about the driver getting an eyeful. After the club, I felt stripped of inhibitions. When the cab pulled up, I swung open the door and stood on the pavement with feet apart and arms crossed, waiting for him to pay.

I kept him at arm’s length all the way up to his third-floor flat and waited until we were both safely inside before I told him what I wanted to do to him.

He tore off his jacket and was about to unbuckle his belt when I interrupted him.

‘No, Ryan, I want you fully clothed,’ I said in my best dominatrix voice, pushing him into the front room, which overlooked the river and Canary Wharf all lit up. ‘Get that dining chair and put it in the middle of the floor.’

‘Yes, mistress!’ he laughed, but I could see he was slightly nervous.

‘Right, sit down and stay down,’ I said.

I went over to his iPod decking station and put on one of my favourite tracks from Massive Attack’s Mezzanine album.

I took off the silk scarf I was wearing and used it to tie his hands behind his back, running my hands through his thick black hair before striding off to strip down to my thong and black lace bra, but this time putting back on the stiletto-heeled black leather ankle boots I’d had to discard while pole dancing.

Ryan looked terrified now, as if I was about to eat him alive.

‘OK, are you ready, big boy?’ I teased, before swinging my hips and easing them forward until I was straddling his lap. ‘You can look but not touch, and I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.’

I started grinding down as I straddled him, pushing my tired thigh muscles to their limit.

Grabbing the chair behind his head, I jiggled my breasts inches from his face and put my lips as close to his as I could without them touching.

He writhed beneath me, desperate to grab my flesh, his cock trying to burst out above his waistband.

I pulled away from him before turning round and bending over with one hand on each of my cheeks, swaying to and fro to the music and inching towards Ryan, who was quietly whimpering by now.

Backing closer to him, I dipped down as if to sit on his lap before reaching behind me and brushing my hand against his crotch.

Ryan was doing everything he could to contain himself while I was getting off on frustrating him. But after another five-minute bump and grind, I stopped. Part of me wished he would just say, ‘I have to have you now,’ pick me up, carry me into the bedroom and ravish me.

But no, he was happy to submit to me and I kind of resented the fact that he was so compliant.

Without warning, I pulled him up from the chair without untying his hands, dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him on to the duvet.

‘OK, Ryan, your time has come,’ I announced. ‘I want cock and I want it now.’

‘God, Geri, you’re unbelievable … I’ve never been so turned on.’

‘Shut up before I gag you,’ I said, undoing his belt buckle and his fly in rapid succession. ‘You do what I tell you and nothing else.’

Even as I spoke the words, I was daring him to argue back, to contradict me. In short, to have some backbone.

‘Sure, whatever you say, babe – you’re the boss.’

How I wished he’d be more of a man, put up a fight and make it more interesting for me but no, he was happy to let me do all the work.

‘You know it’s my fantasy to be dominated by a woman,’ he said.

‘Right, lie there, don’t move, and let me do what I want.’

I pulled off his suit trousers with one tug, followed by his socks. His thick, seven-inch cock was already standing to attention through the front of his boxers, so I was immediately on my knees, teasing it with my tongue.

I licked each side like a lollipop, then flicked around the helmet, gently taking the tip into my mouth and sucking a little before working up and down the shaft with deep kisses. He tasted salty, like clean sea water.

I pulled off his boxers and took his length right down into the back of my throat, easing it in and out, fighting the urge to gag. It was my party trick and I knew he loved it.

‘Mmmmmm, Geri, you give such fucking great head … careful, I might cum in your mouth …’

I withdrew. ‘You most certainly will not.’

He looked like a naughty schoolboy, lying there in his shirt and loosened tie, naked from the waist down.

I peeled off my underwear and unlocked the clasp on my handbag, extracting a condom. Tearing open the wrapper with my teeth, I gently teased it on to Ryan’s cock, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Sometimes I miss the texture of real cock inside me. But a girl’s got to play safe.

Straddling him, I lowered myself on to his shaft, achingly slowly, until my bum was resting on his rock-hard thighs.

Maybe there is something to be said for rugby after all.

Rocking backwards and forwards and side to side, gripping his cock with my pelvic muscles, I waited until I found a rhythm that produced the most intense pleasure.

God, I loved being fucked – and I loved being in the driving seat while I was doing it. As I pumped him in and out of my pussy, my whole belly warmed and tingled as I allowed myself to start down the road to orgasm.

Our breathing came hard and heavy, every muscle taut. Sensing how he was getting too close – I wasn’t ready yet, not nearly ready – I loosened my pelvic grip. Just a little, just enough. Give the boy a breather, hey? He moaned and thrashed around beneath me. And just as I started up again, ready to really get the momentum going this time, I heard a sharp intake of breath and the sudden spasm of his cock inside me. Fuck!

After a series of weakening thrusts, he rested his head against my breasts.

‘Geri, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I tried to hold back … you know I can satisfy you. It won’t take me long to recover, let’s do it again …’

As we both lay there, panting, I just wished to God I could find a man who could control himself. And me. Handsome boys like Ryan were too easy for me to trample underfoot. He reached out to hug me, but I pushed him away.

‘Not now, Ryan,’ I said. ‘I just want to sleep now.’

I was worn out, tired by the day, by the role play, by my life …

‘Are you OK, Geri? What’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘Nothing you can put right, Ryan,’ I told him. ‘You don’t have to – you’re not my boyfriend.’

‘Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care,’ he said.

‘Thanks, I appreciate that. But really, you can’t help. Now, please, let me get some shut-eye …’

He kissed my forehead and rolled over. ‘OK, sweetie. You are one hot woman, do you know that? Goodnight then.’

Ryan was a nice guy, and sweet enough when he was away from work and the influence of his buddies, but simply not man enough for me.

It had been an incredible night, the implications of which had not yet sunk in. I soon sunk into a fractured sleep, with images of the evening drifting in and out of strange dreams.

When Ryan’s alarm went off early the next morning I hardly felt rested at all. I shunned his sleepy advances and quickly washed and dressed before he was even out of bed.

‘See you at work,’ I laughed, giving him a peck on the cheek.

With that I shut the door behind me and made my way down the stairs.

I was just lifting my arm to hail a cab on the main road, when I thought to check in my beloved Prada handbag to make sure my purse was there. It wasn’t. I knew I hadn’t taken it out at Ryan’s so I must have dropped it at the club. There was no way, after that exit, that I was going to go back and knock on Ryan’s door, so I decided to bite the bullet and take the walk of shame home to Greenwich. Thank God my keys were in my pocket.

It gave me a chance to reflect. On the one hand I was proud of myself that I’d pulled off such a performance last night – but on the other I was concerned at the fallout I might experience at the office. Had I overstepped the mark? Would Luke make my life even more difficult now, or had my bravura performance shut him up for the time being?

After a quick shower and change of clothes, I headed straight to work. Before cancelling all my cards I called the Pearl, hoping against hope that my purse might have been handed in.

‘Hi, my name’s Geraldine Carson,’ I told the woman who answered. ‘I’ve reason to believe a black leather Prada wallet might have been handed in at the Pearl last night.’

‘Oh yes, Miss Carson,’ she said. ‘Your business card was inside so we were going to call you later this morning anyway. And if you don’t mind me saying, I enjoyed your show last night.’

‘You saw me dance?’ I asked, blushing. ‘Well, thanks, I appreciate the compliment. I’ll be in later to collect the purse.’

How funny that a girl who worked at a lap-dancing club – who was possibly a dancer herself – thought I’d done a good job!

I allowed myself a few moments of metaphorical back-slapping before getting my brain in gear for the day ahead. This wasn’t any old day – this was Bonus Day.

Shit, I thought. I hope to God I get what I’ve budgeted for. If not, they’ll be repossessing my home and I’ll be shacking up at the stables.

That’s the problem with working for an investment bank. Last night I was flashing £50 notes around like they were pound coins. And three months ago, I was overextending myself on a mortgage on a riverside apartment that was dependent on one hell of a bonus. Not to mention the fact that Zeus was a total drain on my finances, even if I couldn’t bear to give him up. But, what the hell, I’d worked hard for it. And what’s life without some risk? Until last night, it had been so long since I’d taken one, I’d forgotten what it felt like.

And with that, the focused, determined, ball-breaking version of Geraldine Carson with whom I was so familiar donned her armour and went into battle.