It makes me feel like I’m totally, absolutely, his.
Our relationship isn’t going to be easy. His deployment is going to suck. Being apart after we’ve finally found each other is going to be hard, but we can do it. I fully believe we can do it.
When he comes, he flicks my clit and I explode along with him, crying out his name, hardly daring to believe that this is really happening.
We’re together.
It’s us against the world and with Coop by my side, I’m unstoppable.
I’m free.
Epilogue
Bailey
SIX MONTHS LATER
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, one of our level two dancers takes the stage with a routine dedicated to her fiancé who just returned from an overseas deployment last night! She’s been working tirelessly for months to make this a dance to remember. Let’s give a warm welcome to our kitten, Bailey!”
Piper leads the crowd in clapping and I take the stage, perfectly aware of the fact that Cooper is out there in the crowd watching me. The lights are so bright I can’t see the crowd, so I have to focus fully on my routine.
I don’t know how Kasey roped me into dancing at the Darling Dancers competition, but she did, and now that I’m finally on stage, I feel like I belong. I feel like I was made to do this.
My 5-inch heels click loudly on the floor as I make my way to the pole in the center of the stage. The crowd cheers as my song comes on and I begin to dance, I begin to move, I begin to express myself using only my body.
What could be better?
Not only did I manage to pass Professor Scranton’s English class, but he and my mom got married in Vegas, so they spent the summer traveling and I had no one to bother me or give me crap about my dancing habits this summer.
And oh, did I dance.
During Cooper’s deployment, we talked as much as we could, but dancing is the way I really survived it. Anytime I felt sad or down or lonely, I’d head to Club Kitten and take out that aggression on the pole.
I’d say it worked.
Now he’s home and we’re going to get married tomorrow. We’re eloping. Our quiet wedding will be for the two of us, Kasey, and Cooper’s best friend, James.
Life couldn’t be more perfect.
I climb the pole and grip the metal between my thighs, holding my head high. Flashing a smile to the crowd, I slowly spread my legs, then bring them back in again. I slide seductively down the pole, still smiling, whipping my hair around in time with the music.
When I land on the floor, I roll slowly onto my stomach, then press my body back, showcasing my tight ass. Six months of hard work, and I finally have a booty I can be proud of. Yeah, I know Coop has always liked my bottom, but now I do, too.
I finish the song, happy I’ve been practicing the routine for so long, and take a bow as cheers erupt. I don’t think I won – I think Kasey has that honor – but I am glad I managed to get the guts to come out and do my best, to work my hardest.
I’m glad I gave dancing a shot.
Club Kitten has changed my life.
Without dancing, I never would have gotten my job at Drinks on Me. I never would have met Cooper. I never would have become a 20-year-old bride.
As I make my way off stage, I see him standing, waiting for me.
“Hey, beautiful,” Cooper wraps me in his arms and kisses me. He kisses me like I’m his sun and his moon and everything in between.
He kisses me like there’s no one else.
He kisses me like we have our whole lives ahead of us and we’re going to spend them together, making each other happy.