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Tougher. You may know Lincoln Walsh as the principal dancer of an elite ballet company in New York City. His tattoos and extracurricular activities often create a buzz in the tabloids, but they also draw audiences to his shows. They call him the ‘bad boy of ballet’, and he doesn't bother disproving that label.

The dancer let her go with just a grin. She started fanning herself as she walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. She downed it and used the glass to roll over her face, trying to cool herself down. She was practically panting from her interaction with that guy. Jesse was a jealous guy and even though he’d been doing better, he would not like the fact that someone else had such an effect on her. She turned and looked at the floor and saw one of the women coming on to the dancer. However, his attention was on her only.

He said before holding my hand and put it above his shoulders, then he guided me towards the center, and we slowly danced together with the soft music. And while dancing, I realized who he was. He was that jerk who asked if I need company earlier. The one I ignored. And with a heavy heart because of the scene I just witnessed, I can't believe that I found myself dancing with a jerk.

Perfect. The dancer who had been grinding on Rashid's lap was standing again, but another one, a dancer with long blonde hair and a short enough mini-skirt which might as well be a thin piece of fabric, danced with her leg tucked over the arm of the chair. Her entire crotch was gyrating in front of his face. Rolling my eyes, I stepped onto the stage, and the spotlights focused on me. My hands began to shake slightly when I reached out and grasped the pole. It was cool to the touch and surprised me when I leaned against it.

He paused to look at the dancers who all had curious expressions on their faces before he continued. “That was no rumor at all. They were indeed present to select exceptional dancers who would debut in their new dance film “Dream High.” Luckily, the agency reached out to us during the weekend and set up a meeting for today. Your names were submitted to us as the dancers who were selected to debut.” “Wow!” “This is amazing!”, the dancers exploded as they could not believe it. Working with King Entertainment as a dancer even if it was just backstage was a huge leap for any dancer. Dancers who had such an opportunity had the world at their feet...if they performed well enough.

Take care, Fletcher, not now, not here. I've seen what my trainee does! "I just want to know if she works at the bar, if she makes drinks, you know, I want information" He laughs amusedly for a few seconds. I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking he's taking me for some kind of clown. "Daisy doesn't make drinks, she dances. And she's my most beautiful girl" I open my mouth in surprise. She dances? Mitchell dances. That pretty girl who works for me is a strip dancer? I must be dreaming.

, he said, showing off his braced teeth Misty was tall and rather thin with an assuming mustache on the top of his upper lip. Avila forced a smile, even though she knew it was all a facade. Misty didn't care about her, or any of the other dancers. He only cared about the money they brought in. "Thanks, Misty," said Avila, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I bet there were so many rich and fucking handsome guys like Shane over there. I walked out of the bathroom, dancing to 'Bad Guy by Billie Eilish' which was playing on my phone. Yeah, I'm a pretty good dancer who loves shaking her ass and whining her tiny waist and because of my dancing skills, so many club owners had offered me a job to dance in their clubs.

So perhaps an alcoholic would be a fit guardian of all those sick girls. I subtly took a peek at Konstantin Morozov’s reaction. He still doesn’t know who I am, just that I’m a dancer and he’s at a party, so he’s getting what he was invited for. A lap dance is not a big deal when it comes to experienced sluts and I should be appearing as one. “I need you backstage right now.” He orders. My brows raised from how much command was in his tone. Probably from trying so hard to be ‘my manager’ but I did ask him for help so however this situation should turn out, it’s going to be my fault.

This is my wedding afterall. Their dance steps are so fluid as if they practiced their choreography over a thousand times before my wedding. Flames dance around their feet, sometimes licking up their arms but never burning them. The spectacle is breathtaking. I feel like I am watching swimming bodies and they dance so beautifully. At some point, a few of them begin exhibiting acrobatic performances. They leap, spin, and tumble in different styles. “They are The Aekái. Dancers trained from birth," Azraelyrs says, noticing my attention that is completely drawn to them. His voice is so close to my ear and I turn slightly.