Darling Dancer Novels & Stories

The first thing that comes to mind is a girl hopping over my cock but I don't think that is its purpose over there. The lights are kept dim, a mixture of pinks and purple. I hope at least they will lighten up the stage or else you not going to see much of the details that matter. On the far side along the wall, there are several booths that close with curtains, this is where all the private shows and lap dances will happen. We will see if the night will take me there at some stage. Though Dominic can clearly read my mind as he only stares at me, “Boss, you look like you can eat someone alive.”

I lowered my head by Marias' ear and tried to give her half-true where I was looking, my hand which had a glass of drink was raised in the air to a side where the waitress was standing. -"Oh another broken heart left by Luke?" Maria shook her head and finally, I saw her cute smile she should smile more, she is so beautiful but all the time so serious if on her shoulders would be standing all world. "Yeh he was quick today" Maria continued in agreeing with herself, we looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh again. Near a waitress was dancing Susan with two guys she seduced them with her hips which were moving slowly by a man's crotch while the other was holding her waist. YoYo kept h

After one restless week in my room, it was finally time for my next treatment. I dragged myself to the clinic, feeling tense all over. I walked with my legs tightly pressed together so that my arousal wouldn't leak down my thighs. Finally, I arrived at the bone-setting clinic. It was the same therapist as before, and this time, I asked him for his name—Henry Irwin. Henry didn't seem self-conscious at all. When I arrived, he immediately reached out to massage my breasts.

"Besides, our main dancer's here." She meant Heather—their go-to exotic performer. Heather didn't come cheap, but she was worth every peso: bold, magnetic, and the kind of dancer who could command a room without saying a word. Their other regulars, Riley and Paige, were equally reliable and crowd-pleasing in their own right. "The guests are all here. So, ladies," Belinda said, gesturing toward the bar. Carlotta drew in a deep breath. She didn't know why her nerves were acting up. This wasn't her first performance. But tonight felt different. Heavier. Sharper.

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!

Daniel commented, feeling troubled. "Just obey orders. She's the boss' favorite after all. You don't want to get her mad. Besides, this is the first woman we get to deal with. It just might be fun," the third man, Hardin, said, staring deviously at the beautiful damsel in distress.

"Bourbon will probably get you a worse hangover, and you shouldn't drink it that–" "Shh..." Dalmi put her index finger in front of his lip. "I remember you as someone silent...why are you so talkative tonight?" she sarcastically smiled and burst into spits of laughter. "You know what, I will dance." The lady stood up and started to strode the way towards the dance floor. It was crowded. Men and women are busy dancing to the beat. Although she wants to dance in the middle, the floor felt so narrow with this ocean of people that she just settled on the space she reached.

Staring at the beautiful girl in front of him with probing eyes, watching Baby from head to toe. "I just wanted to ask you to dance but if you don't want to, I won't insist. Sir." This girl is getting ready to go to the dance floor alone but Dollan suddenly grabs Baby's wrist. "What's wrong? Have you changed your mind, sir?" The girl's gaze made Dollan even more enchanted. Although Dollan didn't say anything, Baby know what was going on in the brain of the handsome man standing in front of her. She bent down like a man asking women to dance. "Will you dance with me? Sir." .

Sophia's POV "Wow, a damsel saving the hero." I clapped mockingly, ignoring the blood trickling down my hand. "After this little performance, will you two kiss and take it to bed?" I laughed with amusement, knowing it was a staged show. "He's not your husband yet, is he?" I added, feigning regret. I knew she had been fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Anderson. "Your hand is bleeding." Jared stepped toward me, reaching to staunch the bleeding.

“You smell so nice, Darling.” A few cameras flashed at them, catching that scene. Clarissa smiled back at Lucas. “Thank you, husband.” Inwardly, she grimaced. She wasn’t sure if Lucas was indulging her because he wanted to or if he was being this sweet to her for the camera. She felt unsettled. Suddenly, dancers from Denmark rushed onto the stage, taking their positions. They wore colorful costumes—woven skirts, shirts, and red boots. Their moves were quick as their feet tapped on the floor, hands clapping in rhythm. They spun with big smiles on their faces.