Female Dancer Idv Novels & Stories

The honking if cars, the blaring of Sirens from below gave me a feel of reality. Ivana has been through so much in her life; an orphan who has only had the love and protection of her friend, abused by the men who would have protected her- myself included. I gritted my teeth at the thought of that. Yes , I was guilty too, and saving her from Zarvier doesn't make me any better than him. Ivana was supposed to be a one night stand, I still remember that night at the Midnight club when I saw her dancing seductively on the stage, the most organically beautiful stripper I have ever seen - or so I thought.

Moreover, she was also confident that the dance that she had just performed would not be worse compared to Jenna. She wanted Brother Zivon to know that she was better than Jenna! Xavia smacked her lips together slightly. “Okay then. I will just dance then.” Charles and several others were stunned. If there was really something fishy about this woman, shouldn’t she be feeling faint-hearted now? Why did she agree so easily? As the only person who knew the truth at the scene, Zivon was also slightly surprised. He had read through Xavia’s information. She was a high school dropout, handyman, dishwasher, salesman, takeaway delivery man. She had engaged in almost every industry that poor people en

There was something about the lady standing before him that made Davin's cock instantly grew hard when his gaze traveled from her captivating eyes, to her seductive lip down to her heaving chest and those straight long legs, just the mere sight of her alone professionally dressed excites him. "You?......" Ivana stuttered, after they were alone and the other woman was no where in sight, "....Yyou are Mr Davin Gilbert?" The way he stood there looking at her with animalistic lust in his eyes had her panties wet. Davin cleared his throat, dipped his hand into his pocket making space for his already hard member "Yes iam, and you are Ivana?, I was wondering when you would start working since you w

The taxi brings her every night to a condo near Diva's place. She had been dancing for her client for five months now, but she really didn't have any clue as to what his face looked like. She was expecting that her client would be an old man with a big belly. However, based on the physical posture that she can see, her client obviously takes care of his physique. She doesn't even know his name; Diva just always calls him Mr. MC. They also never talked, so she never heard his voice. Her only job really is to dance for him, and then he leaves immediately after that and lets her get dressed in the room with a small stage ready for her to dance on.

He said with anger laced in his voice, as he made her watch a video of months ago, where she was in a skirt that barely covered her bum, a short top bra and stockings, lap dancing one of her fans. "That was Ida, this is Maddison Mr. Corbin" Ida tried to get away from but he pushed her back to him, bringing her to sit on his laps. "Then do what Ida did here Maddie, a beautiful exotic dance and a lap dance," His voice husky, bitting gently on the tip of her ear, his hand behind her butt, giving it a little squeeze, "Get into that cloth now Maddie" He added releasing Ida, who felt butterflies in her tummy, with the way he bit the tip of her ear, and grabbed her butt.

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 7: LISTEN TO THE RADIO. — — — Dressed in a knee-length sky blue gown, Idara danced outside in the very light rain, whirling and twirling with exceptional vigour and profound agility. She saw herself performing on stage in front of a relatively large audience, competing against other skilled dancers like herself.

She looked at her with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "Hello," she said softly. "What's your name?" She said as she sat next to her. The maid hesitated, then replied, "Adina." They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them visible. Finally, she asked, "why did they run off?” The maid paused and smiled “You're the first woman Dante has brought to his home.” “Can you tell me about that man… Dante?" Now she was even more curious as to who he was and why he had brought her here. — “who is he? Does he have a wife? A family?”

What was Sandra doing in there that her own husband wasn't allowed to see? Despite the churn in my chest, I forced myself to nod and turn back toward my office. I kept my tone level as I asked, "Do you know what she's busy with?" Dennis hesitated again. "No," he said slowly, "but I know Brian is in there." Brian—again. I trusted Dennis. He wasn't the type to lie. And the rumors—they hadn't come out of nowhere. I thought of the private dance studio. It wasn't hard to guess what kind of "busy" this was.

“So, is she like a dancer or…” “Yeah, she is. From what I have heard though, she is very professional and has high expectations of herself and the patrons when she is on stage. She never undresses and she always refuses lap dances. I heard that one of the perverts at the board office offered her a thousand dollars one night to give him a lap dance and she turned him down. One dance. That would be hard money to pass up but she turned him down and from what I heard, not nicely either. Told the scumbag there wasn’t enough money in Tennessee for her to crawl up on his sweaty lap.” I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, that sounds like her. Not that I am dissing it or that there’s anything against w

Cirella laughed so hard, she was clutching her stomach. "Come on Belle, he would not do that. He would just try to get into those pants of yours." Dante chuckled with his wife. Demos, which who in turn went by Dem in the human world, was one of her dancers when they practiced for tours and special events. He was a very big pervert but had a huge heart. She almost felt sad sometimes knowing how he lost his wife in childbirth. "Just promise me you will not over do it CiCi." Cirella unfolded her wings and sighed.