His Dancer Novels & Stories

‘Over to you komondor,’ said Taylor, the Komondor stood up close to the flat screened wall which produced different images of great and extra ordinary dancers from different parts of the world. Prince Ali Abdul, grandson of the king of Saudi Arabia, Super elastic, the acrobat, Mario Zayne, the Philipine, Evan Cole UK’s best dancer, Robin Kahn German, Tiger, U.S.A. Rick Ranchrodas, an Indian and Wesley Gibbs, former leader of the Phoenix. In fact, we were sending mails to everyone who is willing to bring down the Dance Empire and the Invincibles.

she made me wear this beautiful lace eye mask. I walk toward the Dj spot and handed him my music. “Good luck, Louen” he said and wink at me. I smile at him and go behind the stage. I take a deep breath and ready myself to step up the stage. “For our first sizzling dance would be performed by our new dancer, a firing lady with passion and sexual movement, let’s all welcome El!!!!” As I was called on stage, I opened my eyes and stood in front of the pole, while men were shouting and alluring me with their gaze.

A scream sounds from one of my scandalous friends, but before I can sue him, the dancer in front of me holds firmly on my shoulders to turn my back, and a second later, he tilts my torso to the ground. Black hair invades my mouth, just like the taste of bile by the unexpected inclination, and I am overcome by the touches and palpations that the devasso dancer feels in the right to perform. It doesn't take more than five seconds for him to pull me back, hitting my shoulder blades on his defined stomach, and rubbing and pressing our hips according to the sound waves that reach us.

One of the new pack members I did not know their name said to my friend. My heart beat fast as the saliva in my throat disappeared. I recalled how he acted the last time I danced. I just hoped he would allow this. My friends and I excused ourselves and walked towards the Alpha's office. No time like the present to talk about the upcoming dance-off. I also wanted to drill him into what his relationship with the tramp was. That little know it all who thought her shit did not stink was gonna learn that I was one of the best dancers. I would put her in her place. Closer we got to my Apha's office more my confidence grew. I was gonna make a move on him tonight to show him what I could do for him.

Rin regarded her with a frown, “with all the skills I am convinced you have, I cannot help but ask, why be a dancer? I know the link to your grandmother but surely there is so much more you could do than dance on a stage which would keep you tied to her.” “Gina’s isn’t just a strip club, Rin,” her blue eyes met his as if begging him to understand. “It’s an experience. It’s not just a couple of girls swinging on a pole to sultry music in the hopes of a one note being shoved into their cleavages. The performances are on par with what you would see on the strip. Routines are choreographed and rehearsed with as much dedication as a Cirque de Soleil act. Our shows involve moves, tricks and skills

Damn me. “Okay, this night was supposed to be about having fun. Do you want to dance?” “Are you asking me to dance?” I ask. “I think I am. Come on!” Cassius stands and grabs my hand to take me to the dance floor. He begins to move his body to the beat. The song “One Kiss” by Calvin Harris and Dua Lipa is now playing. “May I?” He stretches his palm, seeking permission.

She was telling Dion how much of a fan she was of Shannon Spencer. “He was discovered by Devon Pravin. He says he saw the young man dancing behind his dance institution and he fell in love with him from there. He says from that instance he saw amazing talent accompanied by great passion. Oh, I too love this young dancer!” Shannon? He’s been studying to be an accountant. How could it be that he has been dancing all at the same time? How don’t I know about this? The music began and in time the young man on stage started delivering his performance. With every sway came an emotion from the crowd. Each one of the audients felt a sense of connection and love for the performance.

Their people, activities, and performances are documented beautifully on their profile. I stop scrolling when I find a picture of a gorgeous brunette with blue eyes dancing. The picture speaks a lot of things. Sensuality, vulnerability, confidence. How can there be so much beauty in one frame? She must be a real pro to be able to project that in front of people. I remember her. It’s impossible to forget such a bombshell. “She’s Gia , one of our best dancers,” the sophomore once told me.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Please, God, let Annabelle get her cast off early. She’d just retied her bikini top when the club’s manager shouldered his way into the narrow space. Valentine Firmantes resembled a bulldog, all droopy eyes and sagging jaw, and looked as incongruous as one amid the girlie clutter of the dressing room. “Mariana, get your ass to the stage,” he said to the only other dancer in the room. The haughty Filipino-Russian dancer flounced out with her nose in the air. Anaisse pulled the tips from her outfit and pretended not to watch Val in the mirror as he waddled her way.