Good Girls Pole Rider's Club
A Novel
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We made a pact. Not for our men, but for ourselves, really. The five of us would buy a pole. A stripper's pole -- mirror-finished stainless steel, attached from floor to ceiling. It was approaching midnight, and we had already polished off two shakers of chocolate-banana martinis. Shaundra was on the couch. Me and Niecee sat on either side of the coffee table; Brenda was on the love seat, half passed out after one drink, as usual. Karina was wide awake, with sweats on, legs positioned in an overextended V as she stretched her open palm toward her toes. The idea was Shaundra's. Had anyone else come up with it, we would have laughed it off and moved on to the next thing. But Shaundra was grounded. She wasn't nasty like Niecee, who was willing to try anything once, and she wasn't scary like Brenda. She was our middle mark. We measured ourselves by her, usually without even knowing it. Everyone else was too skinny, too fat, too loud, too quiet, and too loose -- all by Shaundra's position in our crew.
"I'm gonna cut it off. Clean off, I swear," Shaundra said.
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