His Dancer Novels & Stories

As if feeling the intense look directed her way, the dancer looked straight at Ethan and their eyes met and locked briefly, and met again when recognition crept in. "Unbelievable." Was the only thought that came to Ethan's mind when he recognized who it was. However, the dancer remained unaffected and continued with her moves, raising the tempo of the men and women watching her, the whistling and bills thrown at her confirmed their satisfaction with her performance. She was good really good- Ethan admitted to himself Ethan could only smile at his luck, the distraction he desperately needed had been made available to him. ********* "Someone lives a double life, it seems." Ethan's voice echoed

"Who is the dancer? The dancer is male? Did he say the word 'He'? Is that true?" "Yes, there is a very famous dancer in this club. He is very mysterious. He is also very handsome and his dance will amaze you," Emily replied. "What? Is he really a man?" Kelsey couldn't hide her surprise. "Hm. You have to watch the dance and you will know that he is so cool," Samantha added. Kelsey even now heard other women talking about the dancer besides her. "You know, I'm coming to this place, just to take a look. I couldn't stop myself from looking at it. He is so amazing," one of the women in front of Kelsey said.

I couldn't help but smile when I see her interest in our ancestors history, I decided to let my presence known but stopped when I saw Diego creeping in from the other corner. What I saw made my blood boil. The grace and courage with which Daisy handled the whole situation made me realize that she is not a normal woman. She's a person with surviving skilles, she knows how to handle her problems. She isn't a damsel in distress but more like a queen of the jungle herself.

Halfway there, the dancer licked her lips and flipped onto her back, arching, and grinding the air as she slithered backwards towards Cassie. Stopping directly in front of Cassie, the dancer rolled onto her stomach and arched upwards using her arms as support, and with fluid motion, she popped up and onto her butt, balancing her body as she spread her legs wide in the air. Cassie admired the black, feathered, boudoir heels pointed towards the ceiling, but intrigue drew her gaze back to the stunning masked woman's face. Their eyes locked in an erotic moment. Smiling with devilish intent, the dancer reached out and tenderly placed one hand on each side of Cassie's face and then forcefully pull

I raised my brows, placing my empty glass down and clearing my throat. “Lia,” I answered. “What’s yours?” “They call me D.” “Well D,” I said placing extra emphasis on his... name. “Would you like to dance?” He shook his head, looking over the glass that I had finished. “I don’t dance,” he declared. “Besides, I’ve seen what happens to men that join you for a dance.” I rolled my eyes at him. “I’d rather much like to continue talking to you.” “Lia!”

"My dance partner today had a freaking tiny waist! How exciting! I've never held a woman with a waist that tiny in my entire life!" The compliment sounded wrong to Jasper, who immediately got triggered. The male dancer turned around when he heard the clicking of leather shoes and immediately received a punch to his face. "Ouch!" As a military veteran, Jasper effortlessly sent the male dancer sailing in the air with a punch. The poor dancer winced on the ground and moaned in pain. "How dare you dream of touching her?" Jasper smirked and demanded coldly, "Who do you think you are?" "M-Mr. Beckett?" The dancer looked like he had seen a ghost. "I thought you were marrying Ms. Gardner. I-I didn't

“Cheap bastard, if you don’t tip, I’ll call the owner and have you kicked out.” Isaac held up his empty hands showing he had no money to tip the dancer. “Sorry, I spent my last dime on beer.” The dancer looked at the empty glass on the table and bit her lip. “Then get the fuck out, this show isn’t free.” “I’m waiting on my friends – bitch,” Isaac replied. The dancer looked at the other glasses and saw they weren’t finished. Bohdan’s was almost full. “Borrow some money from them then,” she said.

I whispered. I didn't tell him that she hadn't been wearing a white tutu or dancing to classical music on a grand stage. I didn't tell him that she had been wearing a tiny, scraps of black lace that left her soft skin completely bare under the flashing neon lights. I didn't tell him that her eyes locked onto mine while the rest of the crowded room disappeared into nothingness. I kept that private piece buried deep inside my own mind. Adriano shook his head, "Seriously, though, what the fuck is it with you and these dancers? Every time you actually show a sliver of interest in a woman, she’s always some girl who moves for a living. What is that?"

The heat of the alcohol on my system was just making me filled with such energy that I might have to release them. “Are you kidding me?” August scoffed in disbelief. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you as a dancer.” He spat and it sounded so much like there’s a lot of things that he doesn’t know about me yet. “I’m not but I’ll dance for you.” I replied moving a bit closer to August. I’m not really a dancer nor have I danced in my entire life but this night, the mood and the heat and just the presence of August makes me want to dance. It might be horrible but I’d like to put a smile on his cute face. I snuggled on his arm just like a kid looking for some space to be sweet. “Anything for the perso

They both looked back at the dance floor with the same expression on their faces. "What the hell are they doing and that too, here?!" Darius scoffed while gritting his teeth. He looked at the woman with black dress who was now shaking her waist with the beat with no tension of the world, who is also the reason for his sleepless nights nowadays, Anastasia Samuel.