Crystianna Dancing Dolls Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 2 CASSANDRA Julian holds my hand, leading me to the dance floor, and I obediently follow her because I might be kind of tipsy. We stop at the center of the dance floor and she lets go of my hand, starting to dance in a sexy manner; of course, she is a stripper after all, not that I’m judging her or anything. I stand still watching as she twists and whines her waist to the beat of the music.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

He turned a glass of whiskey on her ass, spanking her ass. "Present the most awaited strip dancer.... Namal Relany...." The crowd cheered, and the light turned off, and when the light came on... the room was radiating blue.... Aurora was already holding a pole curving her leg expertly; her hair was flying in the air, and the sensual song started... The way she moved her butt and waist on the pole made the room heated.... The men could feel it, and even the ladies questioned their sexuality as she danced on the pole.... She was wearing a black bikini, and her waist bead was glinting with the blue light... The diamond piercing on her navel looked so hot.... Her skin was so fresh and white, and

Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

She looked like Liora most cruelly: young, radiant, devastating. She didn’t speak. She only danced. Her hands slid down her body as she stripped off her tiny outfit, her breasts bouncing, nipples hard and aching. She bent forward, twerking with obscene precision, her ass rippling like it was made to hypnotize. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, even as I continued to wreck Sabrina beneath me. Through her cries, Sabrina smirked back at me. “Come join us,” she panted to the new girl.

Elara and Meela met often. They coordinated matching sexy outfits for their videos — tiny crop tops that barely covered their breasts, short skirts that showed off their ass cheeks and high heels that made their legs look endless. Their dance collabs were always sensual and intense, full of body rolls, twerking, and close contact that made the chemistry between them electric. Elara’s followers were increasing in numbers. Meela was not left out, she now had 1.8 million followers, mostly guys who appreciated the way that body moved and which it would move like that on them.

The ceremony started a while ago but still no sight of that devil Alexander. "All You have to do is get rejected by him." I kept telling myself as I followed behind Elena. Upon entering the room, I realized that I had just entered the ball room and I watched the meangirls Kristen, Hanna and Diana flaunt their dresses, dancing to the music while others kept talking to each other. These girls are unbelievable.

******* Ethan The dance performance had been going on for two minutes now, and Ethan finally understood why the Crystal group was called the best—why everyone loved them. Dressed in black ripped jackets and trousers, their moves were insanely good, hitting every beat with precision. Their bodies were flexible, especially Weston’s—he could bend his limbs effortlessly, almost inhumanly so. Jericho and Cole were skilled at breakdancing, but Xander? He was something else entirely. The guy moved like a damn robot.

He kept saying he wasn't sure I was allowed to do that, but Sonia assured him that her father had given me permission to, and that I wasn't going to try anything dirty. I was lucky he believed her, maybe given the fact that she was the boss's daughter. I haven't done top table dancing before, but I was determined to win Mr. Nikolai back at all costs. I was going to do my best. I have to do my best. The costume was a shiny black armless romper that was a bit too tight for me, long lace gloves, a party mask and dark red heels for the foot wear. It got my buttocks puffing out under, and the zipper refusing to close up to the end because of my enormous br***ts.

“If I don’t expose every single one of your lies today, I’m not a Collins.” Lucy grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me along behind her. The back of my head scraped against the hallway wallpaper the entire way. When Grace pushed open the next door, her footsteps halted abruptly. Taking up an entire wall was a glass display cabinet, beautifully lit by warm LED strips. Neatly arranged across three tiers of shelves were my ball-jointed dolls. Every single one of them was dressed in high-end, hand-stitched clothing. Their hair was perfectly styled, and their eyes were made of various brilliant gemstones. They were exquisitely beautiful.