Dez at the Silver Pole

By Neale Sourna

Dez is a willful, stubborn hottie, the bisexual top stripper and erotic dancer [exotic dancer] at Max’s club; independent to the bone, she won’t be controlled.
But, enter Mr. Dark, a powerful, dangerous, wealthy player, a corporate gangsta with an eye only for sexy Ms. Dez.
He’s certain he can teach this free girl a few things.
In lust and love, what is “control,” what is “danger,” when two headstrong people are in conflict over their mutual desires, at the foot of a stripper’s silver pole.

• Language: English
• Publisher: PIE: Perception Is Everything
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781938903427

Neale Sourna

Neale Sourna (www.Neale-Sourna.com) is an award-winning author / publisher - screenwriter - game story narrative writer based in Cleveland, Ohio, USA, who "backed" into novel writing with self-prescribed short story exercises to work out ideas for TV scripts and feature screenplays. Neale's first published work was "Hesitation" for PLAYGIRL, May 2002. NS also edits and designs (ebook and book covers plus interior layouts) of the character-driven stories published through PIE: Perception Is Everything (www.PIE-Percept.com). Neale is a member of the Writer's Guild of America - West (WGA-w)'s Video Game Caucus.

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Neale Sourna

Dez at the Silver Pole

First published by PIE: Perception Is Everything 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Neale Sourna

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Story also available in

Libidinous 1 / 1A

by Neale Sourna

Cover Photos Licensed from iStockPhoto.com

Library of Congress story registration 2002

Original Story Copyright 2000

slight revision 2020

Doing for the mind, what the body shouldn’t.SM

Thoughtful Entertainment You Can FEEL.SM

Contents

Dez at the Silver Pole

BATHROOM FUN WITH GINGER

AGE APPROPRIATE?

DEZ’S FIRST SHOW - BACKSTAGE

ENTER MR. DARK

DEZ THE HEADLINER

DARK DREAMS

PRIVATE DANCER

PREMIUM PRIVATE SHOW

TOUCHING

PENALTY FEE?

SALOME

SHARP EDGE OF CONTROL

ELBOW TO THE NECK

SADDLE UP, GIRL.

RIDE ’EM, COWGIRL!

HIS COCK’S NEW HOME

INVITATION

SEXY EXIT

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Dez at the Silver Pole

What are you?

People ask me that ALL the fucking time, while squinting at my lovely skin … incredible brown color or insert stupid shit here, like they don’t know what species I am, or what planet I came from.

My planet: None of your damn business.

My species: Are you fucking for real?

The more they know the more they want to control the rare species alien and kill it, or have crazy sex with it. Or both. I’ve seen the movies.

Anyway, I’ve known Ginger for only a few months, just since I barely turned legal, which equals almost the complete time I’ve spent working the silver pole at Max’s hard core place downtown in the rough, old warehouse district on the river.

Eventually, I moved in with G, after my ancient, pervy landlord didn’t completely grasp the concept that he owned his broken down old ratty place; not me.

Waking up, at like four in the a.m., with this old geezer standing over me, his liver-spotted, arthritic hand whacking his mushy, pathetic peter. It suddenly crowned greenish yellow cream, that was spurting onto my bush, my tits, and lips, before I could stop him. That was totally enough!

Ptah! Yack. Assault much? GROSS!

Funny-ish, almost. He reminded me of a few contemptuous dates I’ve had; unable to control his wad long enough to reach me deep inside, and get me off.

Not that Mr. Senile Old Geezer