Page 26 of Not About That Life
Nine
Ciara’s voice is welcoming and exotic at the same time.
As I lay face-first on the ground, I fold myself over to the pole, doing a handstand against it. My body is parallel to the pole as my legs stretch out. I bend my legs around the pole and push myself up with my arms, as my legs slowly kick in the air.
I grab the pole with one arm and lift myself into the fetal position as “Promise” plays overhead. I spin around the pole, feeling the wispy voice of Ciara against the thumping drum line. I land on my feet and arch my back away from the pole as my eyes are closed and I feel the rhythm and heat of the song.
I wrap my right leg around the pole and use it as an anchor to spin myself around back into another fetal position before I straighten my legs out. I slam my feet onto the ground and lift myself, slowly pop lockin’ to the song’s bass line.
This time, I’m well aware I have an audience, though the lyrics of the song are reading like a dedication to my fiancée. It speaks of our relationship rather perfectly and I wonder if Ian feels the same as he listens to the song.
You can be my teacher, I’ll do homework.And Ian has been my teacher. He’s been my lover, my protector, and my caretaker. He’s honestly rather perfect.
And I have more homework in store for me. Bae recently gifted me a book on how-to BDSM. The acronyms – bondage, Domination/submission, and masochism – is above and beyond what I’ve read in the books and seen in the movies.
In fact, it’s nothing like it at all.
It is more mental than physical. It’s like I have to put my mind through strenuous training and to be honest, I’m not sure if I can handle it. I honestly thought it was just about being tied up, but there’s so much more. Tasks. Assignments. Punishments. Discipline. The whole enchilada.
We’re heading to New York to meet with Nick and Zerrin and I’m both excited and terrified about what will occur in New York. Will I absolutely hate BDSM once I talk to Nick? Will I love it? Only one way to find out.
I climb back onto the pole, reaching the very top before I twist my body so I’m hanging upside down. In what has become my now-signature move, I open my legs into a split along the pole as I spin around. I grab the back of one heel and hold it as leverage while my other leg is the steady anchor for my body.
I grab my legs with both hands as they’re stretched out as I slowly spin around the pole. This movement demonstrates how flexible I am, but also is great on my core, as my stomach is the only thing holding me against the pole. I grab onto the pole with my arms and slowly swing my legs around before I invert my body again, hanging upside down while doing an open split.
I ease my body down the pole until my head is almost touching the ground. This is a dangerous move and I’m not proud I’ve bumped my head more times I wanted to admit but it’s one that requires super concentration and a steady grip.
I close my legs and flip myself over to the fetal position. I use this position as a temporary breather before I go into my next dance.
I slither across the floor, rocking my hips with each movement until I stand up. I drag one leg behind the other until reach the pole again, becoming one with it. I wrap my legs around the pole and re-enter the same fetal position I started with.
I come down from the pole and stand. I’m breathing hard and sweat covers my body. “So,” I manage to catch a single breath, “what do you think?”
“I think you just made me gay!” Emma stands up and claps as others follow. “Domi, that’s so incredible! Is that what you’re going to enter for the competition?”
It was Emma’s idea to have me start entering pole dancing competitions as a way to promote the studio but to also silence the detractors and letting them know I’m not some lucky girl who just happens to be with a Ferguson. I had legit talent before Ian and I intend to prove it. “I think so,” I turn to bae, “what do you think, baby?”
“I think it’s excellent,” he brightly smiles at me, “if you don’t win first place, I’m going to have a talk with the judges.”
“Well, don’t do that,” I chuckle, though I think Ian was dead serious. “If I don’t win, I’ll try harder next year.”
“And that’s what I really want to hear.” He winks at me and I feel all sorts of emotions running through me. He glances down at his Philip Patek watch and sighs. “Unfortunately, I need to leave. I have a meeting with staff I’m already running late for so I can’t stay.” He pulls me in for a hug and sweeps his lips across mine, capturing me into a soul-stirring kiss and my knees become weak. I don’t think they’ll ever stop doing that. “I’ll be home later tonight.” He leans in. “I have some reading material for you later.” He pulls back and winks at me again. “Love you, angel.”
“Love you more.” I lightly press a hand against my lips as I still feel the lingering effects of his kiss. My mind immediately goes to the reading material he has in store for me.BDSM? But I can’t think about that now. I have a class to teach in a few minutes and the last thing my students need is a teacher who can’t control her emotions.
Ian almost bumps into Lowell on the way out and she moves out of the way for him. Her eyes follow him as he makes his way out to the parking lot and the bitch makes sure to say bye to him. Yes, I already know a woman who has eyes for my man.
Lowell turns to me and I think she legit forgot I was her boss for a moment. “Oh, hey Dominique.”
“Hello, Lowell,” I simply blink at her.
Whatever I saw, so did Emma. “Watch out for that one,” she quietly warns.
“Oh, I’m on her like a newborn on a titty.” I politely wave to Lowell and she waves back. Le sigh. I hate it when bitches are so obvious they want my man. Bitch, get your own!
“Anyway,” Emma turns to me, “over dinner, let’s the discuss the hair and body care line. I have some great ideas I want to explore with you.”
Since the release of Dolce’s “Muse” video, people have wondered how I kept my melanin so soft and supple. I use my own concoction of almond, jojoba, and avocado oil, sweetened with jasmine and vanilla. It was Emma’s idea for me to start selling it and I think she’s onto something.
