Darling Dancer Novels & Stories

Thе next dаnсеr wаѕ аlrеаdу оn thе stage but dіdn't seem іmраtіеnt. At strip clubs "аѕ fаѕt as thеу саn" іѕ nеvеr аѕ fast аѕ you wаnt them tо rеturn. I had іmmеdіаtеlу рurсhаѕеd a couple of lap dаnсе tickets, but I dіdn't ѕее Frаnkіе all durіng the nеxt dancer's set. Thе second dаnсеr, Diamond, was a mature dark African-American wоmаn. Her brеаѕtѕ wеrе рrоbаblу ѕресtасulаr аt 20, but they were ѕtіll ԛuіtе nісе at 40+. Dіаmоnd hаd a grеаt рlауful реrѕоnа lіtу, аnd I еnjоуеd flіrtіng wіth while I tірреd hеr. I wаѕ heading uр tо thе ѕtаgе fоr the third time in her ѕеt whеn I hеаrd a woman's vоісе ѕhоut. "You be nісе tо Cаrl hеrе, Diamond. Hе'ѕ a ѕwееtіе." I turned tо ѕее Frankie аррrоасhіng me.

He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment but pressed onward. "Why, thank you young man! As i'm sure you're aware, i am Evin Ordas, bard extraordinaire and this young lady is Isbella, my apprentice and near-daughter" Evin, true to his bard roots, spoke grandly as if still proforming for a crowd, gave a flourish of his colorful cloak and gave Boro a deep bow right back. "Hello, and thank you sir, I think my near-father and I could both definitely use these drinks" She spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious. She took Boro's offered drink and smiled sweetly at him causing him to blush even harder.

Her smile was fake with hints of hatred in them. “Yes,” Alex replied, his tone was warm, as though he hadn’t just barked at me moments ago. “Lila has been looking forward to this evening.” I extended my hand, forcing a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” The woman, who introduced herself as Clarissa, shook my hand lightly before turning her attention back to Alex. “You’ve outdone yourself, as always. This gala is exquisite. Everyone is talking about it.” “Thank you, Clarissa,” Alex said, his voice dripping with charm. “But it’s the generosity of people like you that makes these events possible.”

One-by-one, a group of dancers came out waving red fans and colorful scarves as a woman's soulful voice soared with the music. The dancers swayed and spun gracefully, their quick movements dissolving into flashes of color that were mesmerizing and pleasing to the eyes. Lankko's gaze was pulled towards the lead female dancer whose red dress hugged her body and revealed her slender frame. The dancer seemed to have noticed Lankko's gaze and danced closer to him. As the dancers pulled off their shawls and started waving them around, the dancer who caught Lankko's eye decided to throw her white shawl at Lankko who smiled sheepishly and brought the shawl to his nose. The dancer's perfume was intox

Seeing that provocative dance, I was grateful Darcy didn't stand there. Meryl danced casually even though only her lower private parts were covered. She was so proud to show off her chest to the guests. Dustin moved uncomfortably, covering his body's reaction. If Dustin reacted to Meryl's performance, I felt uncomfortable when Darcy performed. No one knew she was Darcy Bailey. Only the nightclub staff and I knew the woman behind the mask. “Who's the new dancer?” Ralph asked. “She dances well, even though she joined last week.” “She's wearing a mask to hide her identity,” I said.

"Many women would be embarrassed by how bright it is, but Coral flaunts it." "And? What kind of dancer?" I asked, encouraging him. He sighed, obviously unprepared to talk about that, but I waited. "She dances in clubs. Mostly men go to watch, some couples." "Describe her," I said. "She's tall. Nearly my height. She's beautiful." "She doesn't wear sack dresses." He smiled. "No, she doesn't. She is from the modern world, Zara." "Does she know about us? Here?" I asked.

She was Sugar Vixen, the people’s favorite. “Damn, baby, you look like trouble tonight,” one of the dancers purred, smacking her ass. She smirked, twirling the little toy stethoscope. “Trouble pays good.” “Girl, they’re already chanting your name,” her dancer-friend Babe whispered, snapping her gum. “Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! You got ‘em wild.” Bella smirked. “Good. I need to sweat tonight.” , her boss stormed in—five foot five of loud, gay drama in heels.

Wendy frowned, thinking the nickname didn't suit him. She watched Stanley, who was sitting at the head of the table, having dinner with several executives. Three women in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window were dancing. The dancers were wearing silk dresses, their bodies adorned with ornaments that tinkled as they moved. Their flowing skirts twirled as they danced, and they looked as ethereal as angels. Cecelia smirked. "Looks like your baby daddy knows how to enjoy himself." Wendy shot Cecelia a look. "He's not my baby daddy. Stop calling him that."

I regained my clarity when I reopened them. Suddenly, a group of dancers appeared and performed a dance, wearing only thin veils over their sensual bodies, exposing their serene figures as their feminine features moved around. A lady faded in and out among the dancing women, performing a rapid and enticing dance. She appeared to be the light in the darkness of space surrounded by galaxies. Because she was partially hidden, I would only catch fleeting glimpses of her, only to see a face hidden behind a veil. What was her name? Is that Alicia?

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.