Female Dancer Idv Novels & Stories

A waitress brought over a glass of the beer Id been drinking and a glass of wine for the lady. Its my second day, but Ive been a pole dancer for three years now. I came up from Georgia just to check out the scene. She didnt look much older than twenty-three, I noted as I looked her over. She had pretty brown eyes, straight but large white teeth, and a lovely smile. It was just a shame her chin was a little too long and her nervousness hadnt completely receded.

No, Faith dances with a reckless abandon that draws me in, making me forget everything else. I watch as she attempts a pirouette, her body wobbling precariously. Yet, she refuses to give up. Her lips curl into a determined smile, and she pushes herself further. The room becomes filled with a sense of both vulnerability and strength—a potent cocktail that both mesmerizes and inspires.

Diana chuckled nervously as she came to stand beside her fuming daughter. Her fingers pinched Anna skin as she led her over to seat, her eyes was telling her to cooperate. It sure was threatening. " Evan...this is my daughter, Anna...and Anna, this is your husband to be and his father, say hello" Anna stared at her in-laws and her glare only deepened, her brows furrowed the more, but then, who was she? She's Anna Chadwick. She let out a deep and overly sweet smile. "Hi Evan, I heard you're my husband to be, I'm Anna, your wife to be"

Jasper returned with her number earning an appreciative smack on his back from Daniel. This time the bottle stopped at Ava, and she chose a dare in her frenzy of stupid excitement. Vanessa smirked evilly and Ava backpedaled. "Truth. Truth. I want to go with the truth." She blabbered. "No going back, Ava." Alice grinned. Vanessa and Alice shared a satanic look before they faced her. "I dare you to give Aiden a lap dance for five minutes. A proper lap dance otherwise the penalty would be an increase in time." Vanessa smirked like a little devil as Ava watched her with her mouth agape.

She said politely. "Thank you".She said. "Let's go straight to the point, am Stella and I am the assistant manager of this great establishment".She said. "Ok, ma, nice to meet you". "What's your name and your qualifications?". "My names are Isadora Duncan, and I have no qualifications, but I promise to do well on the job given to me".She said smiling. "Why didn't you have any qualifications?". "It's a long story ma, but I actually need this job to save up and sponsor myself back to school".

I didn’t miss the way his eyes were on me for a moment too long, as if assessing me, as if he knew exactly what was going on inside my head. Isabel stepped forward, and the room seemed to fall silent for a moment. She flashed a smile that was all teeth, her eyes glinting with a knowing look. "I’m Isabel Ortega," she said, her voice was practically dripping with charm. "But most people call me Electra."

She smirked at me over my shoulder. "Hey handsome," she shouted over the music. "I'm Tanya. Wanna dance?" Before I could answer, another woman appeared in front of me, a gorgeous redhead with full lips and a tight black dress. She ran her hands up my chest, licking her lips. "I'm Daisy," she purred. "And I think I need a strong man to keep up with me tonight."

“I’ve heard that this one dancing next is special.” Diaz huffs before saying: “Come on, Lucius, you should know better than to trust someone that comes in here on their own accord.” “No, no, this next one has a big community of loyal followers that come to see her every performance and are willing to bid higher than anyone for her tonight.” “Yeah? And why is that?” “Two reasons,” Lucius says holding two fingers up. “She was a professional dancer before this,” he puts one finger down. “And she is a virgin who is only debuting tonight.”

The bitch replies. “Do you mean the injury? That’s the thing, she doesn’t have to stand while dancing . . .” “What?” we all asked in unison. I don’t have to stand? Then what am I going to do? “A lap dance.” She murmurs, rubbing her neck. I instantly inhale a huge amount of breath as I stare wide-eyed at her. The words not registering in my head. “He wants her to do a lap dance.” she repeats. “What? No! I’m not fucking done with her. Who is it anyway?” The Mayor’s daughter snapped. Please don’t let it be him . . . “It’s Konstantin Morozov.” Oh no.

I thought to myself. I wasn't staring at you,I was checking something at your back. Keep deceiving yourself, anyways,my name is Ivan. What's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar alone or did you come with someone?. I actually came with my best friends but they are dancing. I am Adelia BTW. Are you here alone?. I came with my best friend but he is over there flirting. Do you wanna dance?. Yh sure,lets go.he said while finishing his drink We went to the dance floor Rihanna' s work was playing