The Extraordinary Duda
Meet Claire

Amber took a deep breath, reinserting the ATM card she held into the wallet. The woman crossed the street, opened the glass door of the ballet house and entered the room she referred to as the office.

In the chair where he was sitting, Amber thought. Various prejudices appeared in his mind, related to the purpose of Arion sending that much money.

After almost an hour of daydreaming and silence, Amber decides to forget for a moment all about Arion. If he kept thinking about the man, Amber would only get more agitated and uncomfortable.

The woman came out of her small office and walked into a room she hadn't visited in a long time. An empty room with one iron pole firmly attached from the floor to the sky of the room.

Amber took off her clothes, replacing them with more open and comfortable clothes so that she could move freely enjoying every song she played through her phone.

Before starting, Amber warms up. The woman closed her eyes, focusing her mind on the body that was about to start her game.

Slim body, ideal body weight and muscle flexibility and peace of mind, are the keys in doing pole dance. Women who dance pole dance are commonly referred to as pole dancers. Although the dance seemed erotic and sensual, but Amber liked it. He danced pole dance to channel his hobby, not as the main job.

Two years ago, Amber was offered a job with a very large salary at a famous nightclub. The job is related to his favorite, namely pole dance. But Amber refused, she danced because of her hobby, and being a dancer at a nightclub certainly carries a big risk.

After warming up, Amber began to climb the iron pole in front of her. Closing his eyes, Amber united his body with an iron pole that had become his partner. Along with the soft music, the woman forgot all the complaints of her life.

During the dance, Amber tries to stay focused. But the shadow of Arion's face seemed reluctant to disappear from his head.

The woman arched her body at the pole, then suddenly felt a hand touch her waist. Amber opened her eyes, noticing that there was nobody nearby.

"Well!" Amber gave a rough breath.

The memory of the incident some time ago with Arion broke his concentration. The kiss of the lips, the heat of passion to his body wet by his caress, Amber still remembers it clearly.

Amber came down from the pole, dropped down on the mat and lay quietly. The woman closed her eyes, feeling the same desire. It clearly felt a strange pulsation occurring in the sensitive nerves of his body every imagine Arion. The woman began to have difficulty controlling herself.

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After lunch, Amber left the ballet house. The woman had already dialed a number sent by Arion last night, but every message and call she made continued to be ignored.

Amber had already found out a few things about Claire, and she got information about the agency that houses the famous artist and model.

"Have you made a promise?" ask the security guard.

"No, but there's something important we need to talk about. It's about his daughter" Amber replied.

But the security guard did not believe. The security guard only thinks Amber is a fan who wants to meet her idol and just look for excuses.

How hard Amber tried to explain, the woman was not allowed to enter by security personnel.

For Aara's sake, Amber was willing to wait by the sidewalk. He doesn't know where to look for Claire, but the agency's office can definitely bring them together.

For an hour, two hours, and almost four hours Amber waited, she saw a bright red luxury car enter the office gate.

When the glass window slightly opened, Amber recognized the figure of a beautiful woman with black eyes in the back seat.

Amber ran quickly, calling Claire by name and trying to hit the security guard.

"Miss Claire! Miss Claire!" shout Amber.

The beautiful woman in a tight red dress with long, wavy hair that was left beautifully lit by the waist came down from the car and turned her head briefly. But Claire feels that Amber is an insignificant person and then walks to ignore her.

"It's about Aara. I'm Aara's nanny!" shout Amber. Both of the woman's hands were held firmly by two security officers, but she kept shouting Claire's name.

"I'm Aara's nanny!"

"Please listen to me!"

Amber kept shouting, until Claire stopped her footsteps and turned back to Amber.

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