Crystianna Dancing Dolls Novels & Stories

“You know Thea will not be impressed.” I couldn't help but smile, I think I could understand that. Most mates would likely agree with that... but the way Jaxon was panicking was quite sweet. Just showed he would be a good mate. “I don’t think it is a strip club, they just dance, see.” Eli motioned to one of the stages nearby, where there was currently a tall, dark-haired woman dancing. Dressed in a tight red and black lacey corset, enhancing the natural curves of her womanly body, and a small matching skirt and stockings with high black stilettos…

Alix pov "Oh my god, definitely the dress," Claire said, clapping her hand. I bowed playfully, but when I looked in the mirror, the dress was truly beautiful and fit around my curves like a glove. "Yes, but I will still adjust the straps a bit here; we don't want your breasts to fall out while you dance with the Alpha," Crystal said, touching the shoulder area. "It looks okay to me. Are you sure that it needs adjusting?" Claire asked her

When he saw her, dancing by herself to the music, he could only grin and shake his head some more. She wore a lime green nightgown that fell to her thighs, a pair of blue jeans, her faux fur slipper boots and a cashmere shawl over her shoulders. It looked like she'd been playing dress-up again tonight. Slowly, so as to not startle her, he walked over and said, "Hello, Chrissie." She smiled dreamily as she danced in a circle. "Don't you just love this song?"

"If that is so, then, I want you to dance for me......" Angelina didn't move even after hearing his words, ofcourse, why would she?, He should call one of his b!tches to do so. "You have no right to refuse me because your mine now and am not very good with disobedient dolls"Sylvester muttered with a mischievous smirk on his face and Angelina shudder which ofcourse, didn't go unnoticed by Sylvester. "Now Bianca, I repeat , dance for me"Sylvester added, as he grabbed the Bottle of vodka in front of him and on top of the table before pouring a healthy amount into a glass cup.

She spied a dramatic black and white photo in a simple black frame and leaned in for a closer look. In it, Sophie stood in an impossibly sexy pose, clad in the most decadent belly dancing outfit she'd ever seen, even down to her theatrically dark make up, ornate ankle bracelets, and the overall vampy... or was it goth... aesthetic. Jacob followed his love's eyes and let out a soft laugh. "Soph?" he called, trailing a hand down Christie's back. "Christie found your photo from that gothic belly dance event last fall." A melodious laugh drifted out of the kitchen. "If you want to seduce her, you could get out the DVD."

The girls were all in their best sexiest dresses and heels and the guys all looked very sharp. My eyes scanned the crowd when I saw her. She was with a small group of hot females but she was the only one with the shiny thick black hair almost to her ass. She was petite about 5’2” without her heels and couldn’t weigh more than 100 pounds. She was nearly flat chested and the deep blue dress she wore was fastened with a single clasp at her neck and the back was completely bare to the top of her tight ass. You could almost see ass cleavage. Her skin was a light brown, and she looked almost latina from here. She was wearing strappy “Fuck me” heels and was dancing with a couple of her girlfriends

Mason The dance performance had been going on for two minutes now, and Mason 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. Dennis and Cole were skilled at breakdancing, but Xander? He was something else entirely. The guy moved like a damn robot.

Alexander leaned back as his head fell back on the sofa with dismay. Someone kicked up the music and the girls began to dance. The blonde one wore a pink mini-dress that was barely being held together by silver rings. Alexander guessed she was a good C-cup. Her straight long hair hung down her shoulders. The other blonde who had a smaller bust wore a mini-tank dress. The skirt stopped her upper thighs and was made out of white lace. The upper part of the almost dress was smooth and was tied onto the stripper’s body with string ties that went with the dress. The long-haired brunette with luscious curls was a good D-cup – no question. She had a little more meat on her bones than the two blonde

HER eyes scanned the room, and she took in the sight of her friends and fans, all dressed as various Bratz characters. Balloons and streamers in Bratz colors—pink, purple, and green—covered the ceiling, creating a vibrant canopy above them. A DJ played the latest hits, remixed with the Bratz theme song, and a dance floor filled the center of the room, surrounded by tables laden with food and drinks. The walls were plastered with more posters of the dolls, now dwarfed by the real-life figures that mirrored their style.

Gosh, they tasted divine, like nothing I'd ever had before. "Now let's go rock that dance floor," Christiana screamed as we pushed into the sweaty dance floor. The crowd swallowed us up immediately, bodies pressing against us from all sides. Christiana was wearing a white top and a cargo skirt with high-length heel boots that made her look incredibly hot as she walked to the dance floor. She was so bold, so confident, moving like she owned the place.