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a thick white carpet. The largest bed she had ever seen - of all things, a curtained four-poster made of dark oak, dominated the other side of the room. It didn't seem to fit with the rest of the furnishings. Doors led to a kitchen, bathrooms and to an office.
    "Nice flat," she said, feeling incredibly stupid. He simply laughed, shrugging. "I'd be as happy in a cabin in the forest. I'm not often at home anyway. Now would you like a drink before we begin?"
    "Heck, yes," she murmured, feeling herself blushing. She hoped that he meant begin dancing, for now.
    He went to a polished cupboard in one corner, busied himself there for a while and came back with a tulip-shaped glass, half-filled with a clear liquid.
    Jade didn't even ask what it was, and downed the welcome drink in a single gulp. Instantly, the alcohol burnt her throat, and she winced, coughing. "What … the hell is that?" she croaked.
    Alrik laughed, flashing perfect white teeth at her. "You shouldn't have drunk it so quickly. It's Aquavit, a traditional Swedish schnapps. It's similar to vodka."
    Jade tried to regain her composure, and raised her chin, looking up into his smoldering eyes. For a moment, she thought he'd kiss her, for his gaze wandered over her face, lingering on her lips. "Dance for me," he said hoarsely.

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Chapter Two
     

    Jade went over to the pole while Alrik sprawled on the couch, propped up on one elbow. His stormy grey eyes had adopted a predatory look as they followed her every move.
    She dropped her handbag to the carpet before she grabbed the pole with both hands, moving around it slowly. Alrik seemed to like it, as his body seemed to tense. "Begin," he commanded. "But first you'll remove that enticing dress you wear. And let down your hair for me."
    Slowly, she reached up into her hair and removed the pins, one after the other, until the bronze curls fell freely over her shoulders.
    "Beautiful," he murmured. Jade was beginning to really like this. She undid the zipper of her dress and shrugged it down to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side with her stilettos.
    "Damn," he said, when she revealed her long, athletic dancer's body. Dressed for the occasion, she wore tiny red lace panties with a fitting bra that pushed her breasts up and together. She had always been blessed with a nice pair of boobs, but she had never been happier about it than now, seeing the awed look on Alrik's face.
    Slowly, she began to walk around the pole, giving him a good long look at her tiny waist and her well-rounded derriere. As a dancer, she didn't need to go to the gym to get a body like this. Although she had never taken pole-dancing lessons, her schooled eyes had studied the movements of the strippers when she had been on the dance floor earlier.
    "Take off your bra," he said. "I want to see those glorious breasts of yours." Jade briefly closed her eyes. To her surprise, she wasn't frightened anymore. The hungry look on his face made her feel as if she was the one in control now. What the heck, she thought, and unfastened the hooks of her bra. She'd never had a problem with being nude. When she dropped the delicate piece of clothing, he shifted uncomfortably, and she could see a considerable bulge in his pants.
    She stretched as far as she could up the pole, then grabbed the cold steel and leapt up, whirling down around the rod in circles until she landed, doing the splits. Then she slowly slid up again, arching her back and lifting her butt - it was well-rounded and tight, a welcome side effect of the dancing. She had no idea how to be seductive, so she just imitated the strippers she had seen before, hoping that it would get her his attention. Knowing that he watched her made her heart race. The lacey silk of her panties suddenly felt moist and tight.
    Slowly, she spread her legs wider and wondered if he could see the wetness between her thighs, being exposed to his gaze. She ran a hand along her calf, then up her inner thigh. Her