His Dancer Novels & Stories

the dancer whimpered, scrambling to her feet, her body still trembling from their touches. “Get lost,” Eddy snapped, her brows knitting tight. The dancer fled backstage, her silhouette vanishing behind the velvet curtain. Eddy’s gaze swept the stage, landing briefly on Nero, who stood alone, his broad frame a still shadow amid the chaos. She dismissed him with a flick of her eyes and zeroed in on Natasha, who swayed under the neon glow, her movements mechanical. “Natasha, come here,” Eddy called, her voice sharp but controlled.

I confess, and she smiles. “I figured as much but trust me, this will help.” I sigh but agree, and we walk out of the safety of the locker room into the loud club floor. Men are shouting and squealing, and I turn toward the stage, watching a dancer spin down the pole, completely naked. I gasp, and Mindy smiles, passing me a shot, “That’s Candy. She is one of the best dancers we have. She is very popular.” “I can see why,” I gasp, “How does she do that?” I ask, gulping down the shot.

I gasped when the student hit the pads. In the middle of the gym, I saw Mr. Reynolds, the instructor. He was tall but skinny. He wore black slacks with a black polo. His black hair slicked back, which looked like how I envisioned Dracula would look. He blew a whistle that hung around his neck when the student went flying. “That’s it, Brayden! Scott, are you good?” He yelled. I noticed Mr. Reynolds had his fangs protruding from his gums. Well, I guess Dracula was a good observation I thought to Myself. The student stumbled out of the foam pieces and put a thumbs up and walked back over to his partner.

If they were only being actors too on a stage. Christian collected the champagne glass from my hands and dropped it into the tray of one of the waiters. He took my hand and to my surprise, pulled me to the dancing floor. "You are being a very bad actress tonight, Belle." He said. "Maybe it's because I'm not one. I've never been to a party like this, cut me some slacks." I replied, avoiding his gaze. "There will be rumours tomorrow if you don't act right and believe me, you won't like what you see about you on the news." He replied.

I pointed out. “I didn't come to give her back to you. I've taken care of her. Therefore, I need a new girl.” He laughed slyly. “My dancers aren't girls,” I reminded him. “I mean a young woman, Sin, not a virgin. I don't want to get emotionally involved with my bed warmer,” Dustin explained. “I prefer experienced women.” “You've come to the right place.” The familiar music filled the room, and the guests near the stage cheered. The first dancer came out and entertained the guests with her curves. Her clothes only covered her private parts. So, I wasn't surprised by the guests getting aroused with just a little movement.

Clark clapped his hands, interrupting everyone's bad jokes and jokes. One two three four. There were still a few dozen left to buy the used notebook seen on sale. Yes, Sarah was counting coins and depositing them at the local bank to swipe the notebook on the card. It was essential to complete her studies, and that was something that made her very nervous. He was always made fun of and humiliated at university because of his almost always modest style. But that was better than putting up with her controlling, narcissistic parents. Fleeing from the far north of the country, Sarah survived on a commercial minimum wage from her part-time job at the cafeteria near the university, it was enough f

Cassian and I got along really well. He also became my first friend in Italy on this trip. A few months later, we worked together to hold an art exhibition. The gallery was packed with visitors, but among the crowd stood the one person I least wanted to see. In the center of the hall, Lysander straightly strode toward me. But, he didn’t put himself on a pedestal, “Sorry, Seraphina.” He murmured in front of me, yet it struck my heart with the force of a thousand pounds.

“Don’t worry, ma’am. I don’t really like dancing.” Her brows creased. “But I could swear Chris said you were a dancer. Or did he lie?” I mentally rubbed my forehead. So much for that. I shot Chris a glance, but he barely acknowledged me as he and Elara moved gracefully across the dance floor. My heart ached but I didn’t let it show. Chris wouldn’t want me dancing with Grayson. I could’ve danced with anyone else, but the universe chose this insufferable, annoying asshole. Turning back to Grayson, my jaw ticked. “I am a dancer, ma’am.”

"Even here, not a single one of them is inferior to Jason!" On the stage, the dancers were gyrating their hips, the zippers of their pants tugged low enough to reveal dark blue underwear and the massive bulges beneath. As I watched, a she-wolf shoved a stack of bills into one of the dancer's waistbands. My mind screamed in protest, but the haze of alcohol only magnified my resentment. I had a great figure, and I was beautiful! So why was I the one who got dumped? "Another mojito," I called out.

Her lips down below were covered by the fabric of her lacy black fabric, but it only went to barely above her lips before dispersing into loose string that went up and around her curvaceous hips as she swung them making her ass bounce behind her. “What can I do for you young lady?” she asked loudly trying to allow me to hear her over the music and the men that had gotten louder from the dancer up on stage removing her thong. “I’m looking for work.” I yelled simply, she nodded. “Follow me, I’ll take you to Dale, but be aware, he might be a bit… busy.” she stated, and turned to walk through a door, as I followed closely behind. As we walked down a hallway, the sounds of moans were loud back he