His Dancer Novels & Stories

It was made of pure glass, hard as hell. "That looks like something that would send me to coma." He laughed, then cleared his throat when I did not laugh along. He moved even closer. I was not stopping him. "Look, the dancer is just what she is… a dancer. That is all she is. She danced for me, and if you are jealous, you can dance for me too. I cannot promise that I won’t cream my pants, but you can go ahead."

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

No ballet dancers can dance her style no matter how hard they tried, it was as if something was preventing them. She misses Daisy and hoped over the years that one day she will meet her fairy dancer. Nora was nicknamed goddess of dance in the whole of Floda and outside. A blind dancer whose face has ever been seen and how she could still dance remains a mystery to everyone. With her sexy curves that got guys drooling and lusting after her and girls getting jealous of her body, Nora didn't know what her body did to others. Some guys masturbate with mere thinking of her. Though she knew she had male admirers but successfully turn them down whenever she was asked out.

She just wanted to dance and have fun. She ordered a drink and started dancing as soon as she heard the music boomed on the speaker. People flooded the dance floor and she went with them. She wants to dance all night and forget about the world. The world doesn’t give her anything anyway but pain. She must have been dancing for a full hour when she felt thirsty, so she went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man tried to approach her but she was quick to stiffen her neck. She finished her drink as fast as she could and went back to dancing. She was really enjoying the music when she felt someone hold her hips. She tried to ignore it and move a bit so they wouldn't be touching but he moved clos

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

Thе next dаnсеr wаѕ аlrеаdу оn thе stage but dіdn't seem іmраtіеnt. At strip clubs "аѕ fаѕt as thеу саn" іѕ nеvеr аѕ fast аѕ you wаnt them tо rеturn. I had іmmеdіаtеlу рurсhаѕеd a couple of lap dаnсе tickets, but I dіdn't ѕее Frаnkіе all durіng the nеxt dancer's set. Thе second dаnсеr, Diamond, was a mature dark African-American wоmаn. Her brеаѕtѕ wеrе рrоbаblу ѕресtасulаr аt 20, but they were ѕtіll ԛuіtе nісе at 40+. Dіаmоnd hаd a grеаt рlауful реrѕоnа lіtу, аnd I еnjоуеd flіrtіng wіth while I tірреd hеr. I wаѕ heading uр tо thе ѕtаgе fоr the third time in her ѕеt whеn I hеаrd a woman's vоісе ѕhоut. "You be nісе tо Cаrl hеrе, Diamond. Hе'ѕ a ѕwееtіе." I turned tо ѕее Frankie аррrоасhіng me.

I exist but only as the shadow of Aliah. But despite that, I still dreamed big to dance in the Zeneca Ballet as their lead dancer, as the prima ballerina. Although we own Zeneca Ballet, for me- the woman who live her whole life as the black sheep, dancing at Zeneca is a dream come true. That was just a very simple dream from someone like me, not until Vicenzo Santorini came into the picture. Although danger and fear become visible in my eyes when I tangle myself with him, still I do not wish not to met him. I will always choose to meet him even if the end between us is just the same.

she looked away “That was one mind blowing out of this world kind of a performance gorgeous, where did you learn to do this,” Anuj jumped next to her excitedly “You forget I’m a dancer and a dance instructor,” Mahira rolled her eyes at him “Oh man that’s so cool, I’m so proud of you Mahira, you know, no one, I mean no one has ever been able to dance with bro, he is known as ‘Tazz the Tornado,’ nobody dares to step into a dance with him,”

“Fuck yes.” “Jackson, I am not going to.” “Ava, you will. I am your fucking boss, and you will do what I say.” “Fuck.” The music starts, and I am forced to make my way onto the stage to that damn chair. I do a couple of swings around the pole, a few seductive dancing until I have to pull the prick onto the stage. With my luck, he is fucking fat and ugly, and of course, he is trying to play the hero and grab my ass. Jackson is too damn busy on his phone to notice.

I am just an ordinary girl that has an ordinary dream. But would the man whom I will dance for tonight still believe in that crap? But why do I care? He doesn’t know me and he will never see me here again. After I get the fifty thousand pesos payment for this dance, I will no longer accept any substitution job in this club. I will find another sideline to earn more. “I trust you that you could entertain the boss’ friend and make your performance tonight worthwhile,” Daisy said that made me cut my thoughts and gave my attention to her.