Crush Daddy Dancer Novels & Stories

Daphne sat back and sipped her drink again. Gery sounded as if he was snorting and belittling his grandmother's words. Gery trusted that Eve was not as good a girl as his grandmother made her out to be. His grandmother was fooled by the image that the girl had managed to build up in one way or another at the beginning of their meeting. "What a sneaky girl she is!" grumbled Gery as he fondly recalled the look on the face of the girl he was becoming increasingly hostile to. He was still determined to make her life miserable while working here, even though his grandmother guaranteed she would not be fired.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

Heading to the bar, we order six Patron shots and down them in quick succession. We order Margaritas after then find a secluded spot in the corner. The more I drink, the more fluid my body becomes and I forget all my troubles! Sapphire finds a dance partner and starts gyrating on him while I continue dancing by myself. Being a Jamaican has its perks, for me that's a small waist, big butt and the waistline likened to a belly dancer! The DJ starts playing my favorite artist Dexta Daps and I get wild on the dance floor. A few minutes in, an arm latches unto my waist and the person starts matching my pace and movements.

I say looking at the dancer, I wasn't sure if it's a she or a he, but the dancer was dressed in shorts and a crop top with the word daddy on it, and they got some real good moves. "Good, keeping watching Adonis, I need to go and have a chat with someone," he said to me, he then whispered somethign to the dancer, Adonis, before leaving the dancer finished his dance and moved down to sit next to me. "How you doing?" it asks me, I simply nod feeling dizzy and drained.

they cheer, and we down the first glass fast. Then the opening beat of Candy Shop by CryJaxx and Junior Charles drops. “Oh shit! It’s my favorite song!” I shout, draining the rest of my drink and dragging the girls to the dance floor. We form a circle, dancing and singing at the top of our lungs. Fati and Summer start grinding together, immediately attracting two males who pull them into a more heated dance. JoJo and I laugh and spin, twerking and twirling under the flashing lights.

Double dose was the code that meant only one thing: Climb on the counter and attract more customers using the minimum of nudity that will not cause embarrassment. Not that my friend wasn't good enough to stay focused on her curvy body, but some customers used to be too smart to just watch and go back to the dance floor, without consuming, without falling into the vicious cycle and contributing to the nightclub's monetary system. That's when I acted. Knowing how to dance or not, my function changed to agile with my fingers, to professional dancer in seconds. For this, I had the few steps that Kendall taught me, and my vague skill in Just Dance, the rest fell to the fertile and dirty imaginati

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst

If my results were not good or I did not win my piano competitions, I was punished. When I was young, I was locked in a room and denied food. After I grew up, they insulted me and threatened to not give me any living expenses. Cain had delighted in my misfortune in the beginning, but it gradually turned to indifference, while I became numb to it all. The punishments turned me into the daughter they wanted. I was pretty, obedient, and outstanding in all aspects; I was the perfect pawn for a business marriage. After I finished high school, they picked the perfect marriage candidate for me—Ethan Lawson, the second son of the Lawson family.

At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa

Jessie asked, getting a grin from the young woman and a groan from Don. The group cheered and backed up as the stripper slithered over to him. Dex watched for a bit, noting how his dad accepted his fate and the peculiar way he seemed to follow the gaze of the young woman as she danced and undulated on him. When she straddled him, she looked down and then up at him, smiling widely. "Oh... my god..." Glancing at Donna in disbelief, Crystal raised her eyebrow questioningly. The brunette grinned and nodded, holding up her hands about a foot apart. Dex saw his dad blushing but not looking away. The stripper started to grind up and down on him, smiling and laughing as she talked and danced with hi