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But Damian knew they weren’t wary or scared of him, rather it was Belle’s name that they were shaken from. “I need to talk to Mistress Evenora.” “Do you really think you could easily speak with our Mistress, Damian?” From behind walked a woman dressed in all red. Her lips were redder than her dress and although she appeared beautiful, her eyes were grave with annoyance as she stared at Damian.

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

His left hand holds her right hand and raises it at shoulder level. After they positioned themselves, they start dancing slowly, moving back and forth one step at a time. Everybody is dancing lively to a disco beat while Ella and Edward continue to dance in a slow dance as if they have a world of their own. They don't care about the people surrounding them. They are only focused on each other dancing in the rhythm of their heartbeat. They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies.

Davel glares at him in a fake, exaggerated way before stumbling his way to the main floor. I watch as he starts dancing wild, uncoordinated, completely unbothered. His movements are chaotic, almost funny, and soon enough, two girls join him, trying to get close, touching, leaning in. But instead of enjoying it, Davel stiffens. Even from here, I can tell that he’s uncomfortable. Ivan lets out a loud boo, laughing at him. Davel quickly escapes, practically rushing back, shivering slightly as if trying to shake off the lingering touch.

At a night discotheque, the sound of loud applause from the visitors sounded loud like someone dancing so likely and seductively. Every now and then she winks at visitors, not infrequently, she even deliberately shows sensitive areas of her body by removing more buttons on her clothes so that her chest is exposed. She is a paid dancer, who is asked by the discotheque owner to entertain the guests. Often, they also act as prostitutes if someone is able to pay a high price for the brand's services.

She whispered seductively. I froze, my eyes locking onto hers, my voice steady despite the urge inside me. “I’m here to dance,” I said, my tone firm. “That’s all you get.” The VIP then smirked. “Very well. Dance for me then.” she said as she moved to the ladies. She then grabbed the pink hair lady and kissed her as she spread her legs and fingered her pussy. Things were getting up and spicy…..

The room awakens with cheers, the crowd already getting high on seeing women only sheathed in thin straps move their bodies for their entertainment. "I'd take the strawberry blonde," Sofia comments, but my attention is glued to the Second dancer, the black haired one. Those tattoos. Roses winding up the leg. A switchblade near the hip. Thorns. Blood. I know that body. I'd recognize it blind. In my five-day relationship with Purity, sex happened only once, but the image of her body remains engraved in my mind, in my heart—in my soul. I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot.

Bohdan replied. Isaac shook his head in disgust and noticed a dancer coming his way. She was a tall woman, with large breasts and a nice round curvy backside. She sashayed her way over on six inch heels and not much else. Finding a good spot she began a lap dance for Isaac, fishing for tips. Isaac leaned back in his chair and watched the woman lean in close and put her breasts in his face and push. For a moment he couldn’t breathe, his face covered with her soft round tits.

“My friend here is throwing a party and would love for the stripper who had danced for us to come dance at his party.” He paused and looked at me, then turning back to madam Iris, “He is willing to pay whatever it may cost.” He finished. She looked at us for a moment, like she was trying to find the lie in what Eric had just said. Then she turned to her laptop and typed for a moment. “VIP room four, you said?” She typed some more “The person who danced for you last night was Jade Firefly.” The name echoed in my head. “Jade Firefly.” I whispered the name like I was memorizing it.

If satisfying those urges with others kept him addicted to us, then I would make it possible. I smiled up at him, my decision made. “Let’s go to my chambers,” I whispered, standing up gracefully. Teddy followed without hesitation, his hand resting possessively on my lower back. As we moved through the club, I leaned toward the head of my strippers, Vivian, and whispered instructions in her ear. She nodded, her eyes flicking toward the young dancer Teddy had been devouring with his gaze all night. I glanced at the girl too. Teddy had excellent taste. She was breathtaking — barely twenty, with flawless caramel skin that glowed under the club lights, full breasts, and an ass that moved with hyp