Handover: Little Toscana Pole Club (Full) (Patreon)

Welcome to even more wildness, my dear beWildernauts! I assume you’ve checked out the Public Handover post already, where the news and story all started off. Here’s the bonus extra bouts for you special supporters who keep the lights on. Let’s go back to Kelsey Presents: Little Toscana’s Pole Club!

Noe: Seriously…? You called us all here for this? This was your big idea for team training? Of course…

Kelsey: Yup-yup! We ladies got to keep a shimmy in our hips and a step in out toes if we wanna inspire that tip money avalance, duh.

Kriem: You want to talk about tips, Blonde? You told me I needed gym gear for this. You said it was important, that I needed the most skin free as possible too. I had to buy this stupid shit! I had to buy socks you little bendy cunt! You know how much they cost of my freakin’ tips?

Kelsey: Like, $4…?

Kriem: $7! I could’ve bought a whole joint with that money! You own me a fucking smoke, Blondie! A fat one I can get a whole night’s chill out of, or I’m ripping that braid off you and seeing if it burns instead!

Kelsey: … So same thing you say to me every other Thursday. Noted… Now are you gonna do this or what? They only install the pole in here when the championships are closing in, they think it’s a bit seedy for the Academy’s rep to have it all year ‘round. I’ve only got it alone this afternoon!

Frankie: I too am annoyed at your mischief once again, Little Missy. I was told to come “wearing my most brash and daring swimsuit I can stomach wearing publicly. If I have anything beyond a granny sheet and parasol that is.”…

Frankie: … Which I now realize wasn’t a slip of the tongue in underestimating me, but a purposeful attempt to manipulate me into showing you what you wanted to see. Hmph. Now don’t I feel the biggest fool in the room.

Kelsey: No fools here, Frankie-pankie! Just fun! Now is anybody else gonna take a turn or are you all just gonna watch me break out my sex moves on the Y-Axis then? C’mon, y’all don’t need to be as nimble as me, it’s all about the movement and feeling the fun run through ya! Let yourself go free!

Noe: You know what? I actually will. We’re here anyway, and it always did look like fun. Step aside, you little self-motivated gremlin! You’ve had your fun demoing, I want a swing.

Noe: Wow-ho! Ok, this is as fun as advertised. It just didn’t have the right spokeswoman, until now. Wee!

Kelsey: Oh, you always slip a little fire and shiv into your tones with me, Noe-probs, but then you let me “spokeswoman” up all the Italian food I can, so I know ya love me really. And speaking of love… Wolf whistle. Great show!

Noe: Yeah? I’m really just trying my best to hold on and keep moving with the music, but if I’m good, I’m good. Maybe I should try convincing Asana to get one of these, then I can play around and put on a real show next open stage night at Luna’s? Now there’s an idea!

Kriem: … She doesn’t know, does she… Or is Luna’s a strip club now?

Noe: It isn’t. Why…?

Kelsey: No reason! Just keep on swingin’ that booty where we can see! It’s a lot easier to control the friction when it’s skin to pole, just like I said, right? That’s why I told ya’s to come dressed as I did. Sticks out tongue.

Frankie: Seems you neglected to tell Noemi that panties would be worthwhile though. Not just her come to think of it… Groan.

Noe: Wait, what? Oh, shit! Ok, that’s my turn over, somebody scoop up my pants, quick! I’m not risking a friction burn there, no way. Not with a week of waitressing ahead of me! Somebody else, come up here!

Kriem: Tsk. Fine. Whatever. I try not to be the fucking “ass shaking black girl” stereotype, but it does look like fun. Just don’t ever say I fuckin’ tried this to Clair or we’re all never going to be left alone again until she gets an invite. Pfft.

Kriem: So I just follow the music and throw my weight around the p-Ahh! Hey…!!! What the fuck, Blondie!

Kelsey: Just helpin’ ya out of your shorts, as much as they look good clingin’ to ya. You know, for proper control… Snicker.

Noe: Tired panting. Oh, here we go…

Kriem: Get the fuck off me you little-Gaahh! What the shit, Blondie?! I mean it, what the fuck is up with you? You always fuckin’ stick to me like glue when we do shit as a team. You always have to fucking ruin what we do!

Kelsey: Ruin? Harsh! Here I was trying out these tasty boots for myself before I went and got you a pair of your own in shiny black. We could play angel and devil together in them. Snicker. Well, devil and other devil in deceptive white...

Kelsey: … Now hold still, I’ve got somethin’ else for ya. Or 3 somethings, but they’re all the same thing technically, even if they’re different lengths.

Frankie: Blech. Now that’s a statement too far, even for you.

Kriem: That’s it! Get the fuck off! I’m going to strangle the life out of you so you can be come a real fallen angel, you little cunt! Then I’m going to wear those boots on your fuckin’ grave for this!

Noe: Deep breath. Frankie… You want to take a swing? Pole’s all yours…

Frankie: As a matter of fact, I think I shall. If only to not be labelled a “chicken”, “spoilsport” or “old maid” by some for not participating...

Frankie: … And because now that he audience has thinned by 2 of 3, it’s not quite so embarrassing.

Noe: “Embarrassing”. Is that really the word that comes to mind first now that you’re working the pole for the first time, Frankie? Heh.

Frankie: Please, Noemi! Don’t phrase it quite like that… But no, it’s not the first word. This is rather enjoyable, to tell the truth. I feel… I feel almost like 1 of those pin-up girls from my brothers’ magazines they used to obsessively collect back in… uggh… oh dear… back in the 1980’s and 90’s.

Noe: I think aging is the least of your worries there, my friend…

Frankie: Oh? Dare I ask you to explain…?

Kelsey: Ow-ow! That really hurts now! St-Stop! I can feel the roots’ tensile strength giving out! You’ll pull it off for real, stop it! Ow! Ok, I give, I give already! Joke’s over!

Kriem: It ain’t over until I get the smokes you own me and I hear at least 1 big crack for the crack you pulled on me, again. Every fucking time with you! What the fuck’s your obsession with picking on me?!

Frankie: … Should we… Do something about that situation, at all, you think?

Noe: Pfft. For once their bullshit isn’t going to be a risk on my insurance, so I say let them go at it. They both need to be left alone to have any chance at either of them seeing the reality of that’s right in front of their faces with each other… Plus, Kel did stick her neck out.

Frankie: … Sometime she’s got to pay a consequence, yes. Now about that worry of mine you mentioned…?

Noe: Oh yeah… Seems I’m not the only one of us who’s wardrobe let me down. Seems we’ve both got some things to lean about mastering the pole. If Kelsey can walk after this, maybe we should do this again.

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And that was the first meeting of the Little Toscana Pole Club! If you’d like to seem more… Well, I guess y’all should say something on the Discord or something so I know. For now though, I’m back to making more wildness direct for the game, so until we get back to weekly wonder-filled wild posts…

Be letting it all show on the pole and beWilder!