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She was already dancing when he arrived, her lithe body moving over the pole. He stood, entranced at the entrance as she twirled her waist seductively, her waist long fake copper red hair moving at the same pace, like fire. She threw her right leg over the pole and raised her right hand towards her audience beckoningly. She moved her beckoning hand back to the pole to grip it and he was lost in his imagination for a moment. He felt as if it were wrapped around his waist, her hand on his chest, him buried deep in her, to the hilt. Blood roared first in his head before the onrush moved downwards as he eyed her fleshy leg gripping the pole. She closed her eyes for a moment, standing sensually still for a while then diddering slightly as if attaining orgasm. He struggled with his sexual control, something that always happened when he watched her. It wasn't just watching her dance erotically. His body reacted whenever he was near her -This theory he had tested two months ago when he had first known her. Samantha.
She had come to Silver Fire with that name in early November. He had felt this desire rush the first day he had watched her dance. He had been shocked because no dancer at Silver Fire had ever made him feel like that, ever. He had been shocked at how much he had wanted her, how much he wanted to walk up to that stage and devour her, make her his. He had had to leave because he had had difficulty controlling himself. He had first denied the attraction, attributing it to the way she danced. He had monitored her and created a chance meeting. When he had met her in person, he had been crippled by twice the desire. Unfortunately, she hadn't taken any note of him. He had hired a detective to bring all information on her and found out that his Samantha was only Samantha on stage. She was Nwabuagu Chinwem Chloe, daughter of the late Nwabuagu Tiger as her father was called in the financial and business sector. The man had left his children a vast empire and a golden legacy before his death. He concluded that she must be really conservative to be living as she was, hidden. Apart from dancing, she did nothing else he was sure. It was only when she danced that he saw the second side to her, the unleashed side, not reticent for in reality she was as quiet as a mouse, moving around as if in her own bubble, trapped in her world. He wondered what it was about her that left him on the edge every time. Was it her Samantha side that he kept recalling or her Chloe side that he enjoyed because she kept ignoring him, giving him a reason to continue chasing her for he never took no for an answer or accepted defeat.
The loud applause that always came after every one of her dance sectioned echoed in the hall as he came back from his journey of thoughts in time to see her blow a kiss and leave the stage. He turned and left the auditorium to the backdoor. He would meet her there, as he always did.