Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

I sat amidst those drunk pot bellied slubs that Don Carlos calls his associates, I let their noise drown into nothingness and focused on her, focused on how the stage melted in her presence like she owned it, watched how the lights obeyed her every command, how we all gave her all our full attention. I paid for a lap dance that day, that was quite unusual because I don’t ever find the appeal in strippers and whores, I am not that kind of man but I don’t know, Valentina is different even the Devil agrees. Valentina was different from the other girls we could all tell every single man in that club wanted her for himself, it was probably the knowledge of how untouchable she was that prompted ou

Letting out a little chuckle she leaned her back against the bar counter and took a sip of her wine which she placed it on the island earlier. "No one in this party is a woman with dignity. Let this thing get into your mind clearly, all men in here are Mafia and all the women in here are either sluts or strippers. And attending to this party means declaring yourself as one of us." Slut?! Stripper! Is this why Tristan told her to accompany him? Is this the way he wanted to humiliate her? "I'm not, I am -" "I know! You don't fit in here, but you will be forced to. You see they will torture you till you be obedient to them, whipping, chaining, slapping everything will be too much for you to tak

But even now, as Eva and I wandered toward the snack bar, I couldn’t shake the sensation. My heart beat faster than it should. My skin prickled with awareness. Every corner of the room felt dangerous, thrilling. My heels clicked along the marble floor as we passed the sprawling martini pool, where exotic dancers glided across mirrored tiles, their bodies glittering under strobe lights. They were mesmerizing— goddesses in lace and latex, moving to the hypnotic beat of the musicians playing, while people danced and enjoyed themselves down there on the dance floor to the DJ spinning at the far end of the dance floor. People surrounded the pool with drinks in hand, some cheering, some practicall

he ordered. The marble floor was embedded with hard diamond shards. The air-conditioning was turned up high too, so the floor felt like ice. I said nothing and bent down silently to undo the straps of my heels. The moment my bare feet touched the cold floor, sharp pain shot through them. I began to dance. I spun and leapt. The soft skin of my feet rubbed against the sharp fragments and icy marble. Lewd whistles rose around me. Those men watched like they were at a circus. Some also tossed dollar bills at my feet.

So tender and so sweet. Althaia wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands slid down to her ass, lifting her to me. I fucking loved those legs around me. “Want to dance with The Devil in the sheets?” I asked against her lips, already walking us over to the bed. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She leaned slightly back to look at me. “Why not?” “I, uh…happen to be kind of…loud?” I smiled when her cheeks started to get flushed.

The dress was a perfect fit, clinging to my body in all the right places and also, it was my favourite colour…red, with some sparkles making it almost impossible for me not to go unnoticed. Anyways. I didn't want the guard to ruin my night. I wanted to clear my head and I was going to do that. The loud sounds of music welcomed me, along with a very disgusting scene of people fucking themselves. I mean get a room you freaks. Eww. With a struggle, I pushed down the contents of the meal which threatened to spill from my lips and continued with our walk to a table. The waitress approached us. “ Good evening, you guys. What would you like this evening?”

He looks directly at me when he says it. The music starts. The first new song is slow. Haunting. Piano and his voice. The lyrics are about emptiness. About feeling nothing while everyone watches. The crowd is silent. Just listening. I'm shooting but also hearing every word. The second song is faster. Angry. About pushing people away to protect yourself. The third song destroys me. It's called "Three Feet." The chorus: **You're standing three feet from me / But I can't reach across / I built these walls myself / Now I'm paying the cost**

" I replied shyly and gazed at their faces one by one. "Awww, he's so adorable for his age, look at those pouty lips, don't be shy around us, come give big bro a hug." [BANG!] "You there! Stop chattering and pay attention!" Miss Dorothy crumpled a piece of paper and threw it at Casper, there shouldn't have been a problem and the disaster could have been avoided, only that Casper caught the paper out of reflex and threw it back to her. "He's dead," I heard someone say behind us, and the look on Miss Dorothy's face couldn't be shaped out,

Destroy and corrupt anything in its path. That's exactly what Saint is doing. He's pushing the right buttons. He wants me to explode. He wants to see my dark side. He would like me to be furious and destructive. Pushing my chair back , I rise from the seat and soothe the non existent wrinkles on my white noodle strapped dress. I walk out of the room, leaving him all alone at the table. Once again, I felt like all eyes were on me. ➛ Wandering through the closet, my eyes search through every dress I have that I could were to this stupid honeymoon evening date or whatever it's called.

They danced together and drank together, and eventually, they ended up in a private room where they could be alone. But even as they had sex, David knew that it was only a temporary escape from his problems. He couldn't help but wonder who was behind the sabotage of his business deal, and he knew that he would have to find a way to get revenge if he wanted to save his empire.