His Dancer Novels & Stories

I was in the spotlight and fully exposed. Damn it Arissa. She must have thought she was doing me a favor so she gave me a little ‘push’ but this was a disaster. “Well, what do we have here?” I heard one man speak while I rubbed my arms and fidgeted in my stance. Why was it so cold in here? “I think she’s a dancer. We haven’t had those in a long time.” “Yeah… great. Dj, turn up the music. Let’s see what this beauty got.”

I say looking at the dancer, I wasn't sure if it's a she or a he, but the dancer was dressed in shorts and a crop top with the word daddy on it, and they got some real good moves. "Good, keeping watching Adonis, I need to go and have a chat with someone," he said to me, he then whispered somethign to the dancer, Adonis, before leaving the dancer finished his dance and moved down to sit next to me. "How you doing?" it asks me, I simply nod feeling dizzy and drained.

And after a long time, I was introduced like I should today, “We have a dancer coming up. She'll make all you men horny and all you ladies, wet and seeking to be fucked!” The D. J announced, “Horny ladies and Hungry gentlemen, give it up for Red Temptress!”

They groan and fan themselves. “You will find the person or persons who complete you,” I reply to him. “I just want one, not multiple,” Dillian says with a finger waggle. “I know someone you would get along with well. How do you feel about dancers?” “I’m not opposed,” Dillian purrs suggestively. “I’ll arrange a meeting. He is JT’s manager and choreographer.” “I like you the best,” he whispers just before he releases my arm to get food. I chuckle and shake my head at his praise. If anyone is the favorite, it’s Carter or the biker pressed against Sawyer’s back. Jealousy courses through me.

She looks at us and I nod while shaking my head. “During the day no, it’s more dancing, burlesque and such. After eleven, that’s when all the clothes come off.” I wink at her and she grins. She purposely dances and taunts Marc, she knows what she is doing. “Move along, you’re stopping for too long, and you’re not meant to whore yourself out, no touching.” I turn to see a man standing there, his eyes fixed on Daisy dancing on Marc. His eyes slowly roam across her body. “You can’t linger, move through the tables, now.” His words are louder and I see Marc tense, Daisy pushing her hand against D as he goes to jump up.

"Well, if it isn’t Victoria Dean, the great dancer herself. Since you’re here, why not give us a performance before you leave?" I didn’t recognize the man in front of me, but it was obvious that he was just one of Julian’s pawns sent to humiliate me. "Move," I said coldly, my expression hardened. "Oh, look at that attitude." The man sized me up as if I were a product on display. "Still think you’re the rising star of the dance world? You do know, don’t you? You’ve already been blacklisted from the industry."

Which is more vodka than anything. “Business.” Is all he says and I nod my head, not really interested, as I want to dance some more. I stand up, and Lola follows as we go back to the dance floor. Dancing with her to DNA Loving You by Billie Gillies. I get lost in the music once more when I feel hands move to my waist. I stiffen slightly, but for some reason, I relax as I dance back into who it is. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

“You don’t think it’s weird that we’re literally in the same club?” Adrian ignored me, watching Dante wave a hand toward a dancer approaching the edge of the stage. My phone pinged again. Dante: I sent someone your way. I thought Adrian could use some entertainment. And hope you enjoy the distraction. Distraction? I looked up. A dancer in glittering lingerie moved toward Adrian. Her eyes were locked on him. She stopped right in front of him, smiling like she already owned his soul. “You’re Adrian, right?” she said, smiling.

I curse as my cock throbs, I keep my eyes on her, watching as she and the boy, Felix, gets up from their private booth to the dance floor. They stand chest to chest and they start dancing. Her ass…the light bouncing off her shiny dress makes her look even more sultry, like a real life goddess of sex. Felix's hand slides down her hips and pulls her to his body, I clench my fist but keep on watching, forcing my body to stay still. “Hey, wanna dance daddy?“ a hot dancer climbs into my dance but I don't entertain her, my girl is right there with another man's hands on her sexy body.