It was a scorching hot Sunday afternoon in LA. I’d decided to get a little high and let the vibe of the day carry me to Venice Beach for a walk along the boardwalk. I was feeling great - light, euphoric, everything buzzing with that hazy golden glow.
Then, up ahead, I noticed a large crowd had formed.
The low thump of bass began to roll into my awareness, slowly growing louder as I approached. Soon I could make out the booming beats of hip hop, pulsing with heat and rhythm. Curious, I wandered closer, the music drawing me in.
Lucky me! Turns out, one of LA’s top pole dancing studios was doing a live beachside demo, likely looking to drum up attention - and clients. And they had plenty. It was impossible not to stop and stare. I joined the crowd of gawking onlookers.
There must have been more than a dozen dancers, each more stunningly sexy than the last. The majority were white girls, with one or two of more exotic mixed looks. Their bodies moved to the music with sexuality and grace, winding around freestanding chrome poles that had been anchored into the sand.
They all wore impossibly barely-there swimsuits - thong backs and neon straps, tiny pieces of metallic fabrics that barely covered anything, shimmering textures that caught the sunlight like fire and showed off their bodies to perfection.
Their high heels flashed as they posed and spun, expressions both alluring and confident. Every movement seemed designed to captivate.
Some had long, flowing hair that whipped dramatically with each turn; others had buzzcuts and braids, striking in their own bold way. The confidence they exuded was magnetic - every step, every swing on the pole, said "look at me", and you couldn't look away.
Behind a set of DJ decks, a tall, dark-skinned Black King with long, swaying dreadlocks commanded the music like a powerful conductor. He wore dark shades and an open vest exposing a powerfully muscled physique, and from the moment I noticed him, I felt the full weight of the bass hit my solar plexus.
The beats were relentless - deep bass-lines that made my ribcage vibrate. Around him, an entourage of more Black Kings, decked in streetwear and tank tops, chains gleaming - moving to the rhythm. So this was the team in charge of this unexpected display!
Some Kings were posted up silently watching, others talking confidently with the female dancers between sets. They obviously all knew each other - they were smiling, flirting, hyping each other up, filming clips. The energy was electric - raw, intense, sexual.
That’s when I saw her.
She stepped up to the pole - tall, commanding, with long blonde hair that caught the sunlight. She wore a high-cut, thong back, metallic swimsuit that left little to the imagination, clinging to her in all the right ways.
The thong back revealed one of the most finely shaped asses I’ve seen in a very long time - full, rounded and perfectly smooth. Her legs - endless, toned and shapely - were perched on impossibly high stiletto heels, the kind that made every step look like a statement. If this girl appeared on BLACKED, she'd break the internet!
As the beats dropped, she began to move - slow, deliberate, magnetic. Her body curved and twisted around the pole with a grace that was half gymnast, half goddess. Every spin, every arch of her back, every flick of her blonde hair was pure seduction without a single word spoken. I couldn’t look away.
People around me were filming, cheering, clapping. But I stood there in silence, stunned. Not just by her beauty - though that alone was enough to knock the wind out of me - but by the confidence, the power, the artistry of it all. She wasn’t just dancing. She was performing a kind of magic, and we were all under her spell.
When her set ended, she dismounted the pole with a final, effortless flourish, and joined the group of girls and Black Kings gathered round the DJ. There were congratulations and high fives. Yes, they all knew each other. This was its own social group. The crowd erupted. I found myself clapping too, still dazed.
This was more than just a performance. This was a collision of modern interracial - Black Kings, white goddesses, beautiful bodies, rhythm, flirtation, and confidence. A living, breathing display of interracial attraction and energy that had the whole crowd buzzing. I stood there, swaying gently, a little high and a lot awestruck, soaking it all in.
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