You will get to a dancing part, and don't ask how I know all that shit unless you really want an answer.

I walked over to the bar. "The Black Cat special." The man worked it out for a minute? And then slid over a slightly larger-than-normal sized shot. It was an odd mix, and I don't know what's in it. All I know is that I was stressed about testing, and my good bud the bar tender fixed me up something. Still have no idea what's in it, but it helps.

I drank it down in one go and set it down in the sink as I made my way to the dancing poles. I walked by them and back stage.

I will just say it now so we don't have any confusion here. I'm a freak. I'm a graffiti artist that finds pole dancing relaxing, and break dancing fun. Don't judge it, love it.

I walk into the dressing rooms, and my boyish persona drops. This is my time. I look over my dressing options.

I take the norm, and clip a pair of black cat ears in. I secure them with gator clips so they don't fall out during the action.

I add a dripping face-paint mask, and head on out.

As one dancer comes in, I walk out. I take the pole they left, and do a rotated climb. Once I get to the top, I lean back holding on with my legs. I attach myself back to the pole and do a walking decent. (That is basically doing slow sexy kicks and it lowers you down.)

When I get a little under halfway down, I hold on by my hands and flip myself around so my back is facing the pole. I latch one leg around it, and let go of one arm. I spin down fast in sort of a flag position.

I get to the bottom, and do a few floor moves and a few low pole tricks. I jump and catch myself with my legs, and then hold myself upside down. I wave my hands around my head artistically.

I do a final move of a drop descent, and flip on the pole. I push off, and land.

This is why I am the Black Cat here, and the Black Cat is Sly.

I walk back on stage, taking care to remember to sway my hips as I leave. A few people walk out to collect the money left on the ground, and I don't bother to change. It's not like I need to.

I walk back over to the bar and get a few more special that I drink.
I savor the last one.

I pull out a vape because I'm fly as fuck, and because it's calming to see the smoke like I'm a dragon breathing out fire. It's just relaxing in a way.

I almost choke as I get a hard slap to the back.

"Hey hoe! How are ya, girl? You doing good, hun?" Ah, there she is. This is my number one hoe, also my theatrical teacher. Ms.Talene.

And yes, I did say teacher.

She is the only one in on this, but we keep it hush for a reason. This place is illegal if that wasn't obvious already.

"I'm good. I'm actually pretty happy, despite the tests coming up. I just got my new 6P62, it just came in. It's a beauty! Can't wait to test this baby out!" She gave me a gentle pat.

On the ass.

"Well with this baby that gun should most definitely work! You're gonna need it with an ass like yours." I swatted her hand away.

"Paws off, Miss. I'm not wearing much here, and I'm not letting you dress me up again!"

We just sorta stared at each other for a second, before bursting out laughing.

"HAHAHAHA omg I remember that! You looked like such a slut!"

I pulled her down to a bar stool.

"Hehe! Yeah, and you wanted to post pictures of it on your blog! I'm not a fucking prostitute! I wouldn't mind doing that, but I couldn't live knowing that my parents would be disappointed up where they are."

She lit a cigarette, and asked the bar man for a drink. "Well, you're making it pretty good on your own here."

Just as she took the last gulp on her drink, one sentence sent the entire place into a panic.

Sirens

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP, THIS IS THE POLICE!!!"