Female Dancer Idv Novels & Stories

Noah– as he introduced himself – and I sat with a few other couples around a circle of low tables while the party’s host, the tall, loud guy with a mic, took a short break to refill his drink and flirt with the DJ. “So what’s your name again?” the girl across from me asked, tucking her short braids behind her ears. “You look kinda familiar.” I smiled. “Dora.” I'm not about to have everyone gape or judge me with their eyes. If they discovered I was isadora, all hell would break loose. The girl's brows lifted. “Do you model?” I laughed lightly. “No, but thank you. I work in… events, I guess.” Technically true. Events like surviving betrayal, identity theft, and emotional whiplash. So yes, I wo

The only thing I knew how to do… Fuck and forget. A bad habit… But it worked every time. Me and Fizz made our way to sit down and watch some strippers perform. Fizz was enjoying the show, throwing money on the women like no tomorrow. One of the women had brown skin, brown eyes and black hair, was wearing lacy red lingerie, and walked up to him. “Hey handsome,” she rasped. “Hey baby girl…” he murmured, and she began giving him a lap dance, as he rubbed her ass up and down, throwing money on her.

Jenna frowned, shrugging off the humiliating experience. "No judgement, honest. I need to get close to Kathy and Ryan." Jenna nodded her understanding, obviously not surprised by the questions. "I'll do anything to help you if it means I don't have to tolerate the Seidas anymore. Those two give me the creeps." "Are your dancers all legit?" "What do you mean?" "Are they all there by their own accord? Has Ryan brought in any dancers that you question?"

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

, I wink at the guy. "Hey, wait", Ivanna stammers when he gets closer to her. "I don't wanna do anything. What are you doing?" This freaking woman is so annoying. "Calm down", the guy says. "You don't need to do anything. I'll do it for you", he laughs, seductively getting closer to her while dancing. Everyone cheers up and takes it as fun. "Thea!" Astrid's voice comes but I ignore her, pretending not to hear her.

My thong grows damp from the heat between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs together. He snakes one of his hands across my waist to my stomach and pulls my back closer to him while his other hand makes its way to my left breast. I open my eyes and see Jade standing in front of me wide-eyed. Embarrassment, from my drunken encounter with some guy I don’t even know, causes me to stop what I am doing and take a step away from him. “Do you realize who you are dancing with Savannah?” she mouths at me frantically. I give her a weird look before turning around to see Nathan Daniels smiling at me.

she replied. Geena was an exotic dancer at the high end Gentleman’s Club. The nights she works draws the biggest crowds. With her mocha skin, long chestnut hair and curves in all the right places, she cleans up really well every night she works. She often goes home with rent money easily. She knows it’s not something she wants to forever but for now, it pays the bills and her courses. She’s been taking business courses at the University during the day and dancing four nights a week.

Can do, sugar. Aggie glanced over at the bouncer again to make sure he wasn’t watching her side transaction. Eli’s attention was on the far stage, where Paradise Found’s newest dancer, Jessica, a.k.a. Feather, was dancing in her white feathers and silk scarf. Men were mesmerized by her. Even though Jessica had a fantastic body and knew how to move it, she simply didn’t have the right mind-set to be an exotic dancer. None of the drooling men who surrounded Feather’s stage with slightly bulging eyes and excessively bulging flies would agree with Aggie’s opinion. All they saw was her beautiful outer package—not the severely broken heart within. Aggie saw it though. She’d recognized it the insta

JV asked smiling while looking at xiana who was at the counter giving orders. "Ahh she's new" said the owner of the bar while JV tried to look at xiana as if he didn't recognize her because she was so beautiful. While xiana was busy placing orders, a woman approached her and whispered something. Now we need a dancer in VIP 1 He whispered to her so xiana was surprised "Why are you telling me that?" the dancer who was always with Lexin scratched his head. "Because Lexin is not here, can you go first? The customer said the contribution is 200k if you dance with her" xiana swallowed hard and just looked at the woman.

or me as a woman. I stopped stepping forward, closed my eyes first, and counted from one to ten. I need to relax and not think any more of what happened last night. Daisy even said last night that Mr. Adamos is a big shot. I know he is not just rich but incredibly rich. Still, the irony of paying a pole dancer for a failed performance is not the same as donating money to a charity. I wasn’t like a charity last night. I was like some flesh worker who used dancing to work for a club and find a man to pick me up. I was like that, someone with a price on my head and for sale to whoever wanted to F me.