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Leon grinned, his tongue peeked out between his lips when he placed her finger in between and took a light bite. “NO!” Belle couldn’t withstand the heat spreading over her cheeks and body. She wanted to stand up but it was hard as she needed one of her hands to take off her dress. With no more choice, she looked at her only helper, “Can you unravel my corset?” “I told you wouldn’t ask,” Leon said as he had been waiting for her sweet lips asking for it. He pushed her back, letting her to hold to his shoulder tighter before slowly unraveling the knotted laces on the back of her dress.

Just like when she dances like crazy towards the dance floor with her bare feet! I hurried to assist her! The music, without vocals, plays a cheerful melody to convince our energy to have fun along with it. Dandeline is tipsy but the way she dances is sober and genuinely happy. I'm here to support her balance whenever she spins around and sways with me. It's like the sparkling lights of the chandeliers are falling upon us as lovely romantic stars. Even if she might be using me to forget, I'll gladly comply. Because I want her to end the night with a smile. She later starts to dance wildly like a freed teenager from their strict parents!

Everyone is clapping because of what Alpha Homer said. "For this night, I would like to request the eighteen men including me to line up for the eighteen dance," Alpha Homer said. Andrea was shocked and nervous. They never told her that they would perform the eighteen dance men. She doesn't even practice. Everyone clapped again, and the eighteen men started to line up. Andrea calmed herself and tried to remember the dance steps. She is familiar with the dance steps because she happened to see Lorry's dance practice last year.

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

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

Dropping the cup so that it shatters along with the can he was holding. Once again, he took me on, destroying the pantry's order in an explosive fit of rage. It ended in silence until someone started a conversation. "I shouldn't have accepted your offer last night, Sir." He shook her head in my arms, while her limbs still dangled over my shoulders. Damn! The shirt I wore turned out to be dirty this time. I put his down while releasing the union that was very draggy despite being lubricated with my liquid. It still feels good even though he claims it hurts.

He would start by watching five of us, and if he was satisfied, the rest would be considered for a future opportunity. The first name he called was mine. Of course, I hadn’t registered with my real name—I used the pseudonym Almendra. I smiled like a little girl, grinning from ear to ear, just because I’d been chosen first. Then he called four more women. We would dance in the order we were selected, so I went first. I chose a very sensual version of the song “Feeling Good” and started moving like a cat trying to catch the attention of the alpha male. I put into practice everything I’d learned in dance class and added a sensuality that had been repressed for far too long.

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."