Mine Dancer Novels & Stories

I whispered to them, curious about the fourth unfamiliar face. "New dance instructor, started about two months ago when Madam Moore retired." Abby said. She had retired? "Such a loss for the dance community," I muttered in disappointment. The woman had been among the best instructors I had ever been trained by. She was in her late fifties when I left, but good God, she had been tough for her age. "Don't worry, new face is probably not that bad." Jason commented,nudging my shoulder with his. "I actually hear the guy is a maestro on the dance floor," Christopher affirmed.

Be there in an hour! I sighed, clutching my drink tighter. I took a big swallow, feeling it burn down my throat. My eyes lingered to the dance floor. The dancer was a goddess dressed in a rhinestone bikini that barely covered anything. She had one leg wrapped around the metal pole, swinging into a slow, controlled spin. Heavy bass thumped heavily, vibrating through the floorboards. Cheers followed. Cash flew onto the stage. I swallowed another mouthful, losing count of how many shots I’ve had so far. I was beginning to feel lightheaded, the tequila finally kicking in.

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm

It kissed her denim miniskirt and her strapless red leather halter top. It was amazing to see a hot babe with supermodel looks dancing through the midst of an explosion. Mark became a little excited when the simulated young woman caught his eyes on her. She blew a kiss at Mark as the golden fire surrounded her dancing, curvaceous body. Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him.

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

Rebel even talks like a normal person sometimes now. I’m moving in synch with Mark again when my eyes catch a complete lack of movement on the perimeter of the dance floor. Everyone else is bumping, grinding, and swaying to the beat, except for this one guy. Blonde hair, dark expression, thin but muscular build … shit. It’s Mick.

The tech company had booked the VIP section and showed up with enthusiasm and corporate cards, and by ten o'clock I'd made enough in tips to justify leaving my haunted cabin. Not haunted, I corrected myself. Watched. Something is watching you. I pushed the thought away and climbed the pole. Dancing helped. It always helped. When I was up there, spinning, inverting, feeling my muscles work and my body move, there wasn't room for anything else. No dead deer. No drag marks. No unseen eyes in the darkness. Just me and the music and the men who watched without knowing anything about my life. I did three sets, worked the floor between them, smiled until my face hurt. Mina was on tonight too, and s

Angel swayed her hips to the heavy bass, the stage lights burning hot on her tanned skin. She wore a tiny black thong and a sparkly bra that barely held her full tits. At twenty-two, she’d been dancing at Club Velvet for six months. It paid the bills and made her feel powerful — until the night Mavin walked in.

the anchor said through the speaker and a maid appeared with glasses filled with vodka. Mavis took a bottle of whiskey and placed it in the middle of the table, spinning it immediately. It got Sasha. "Dare" she said freely. "Give Dylan a lap dance for a minute" Mavis said and Dylan faced him. "The f**k" he muttered but Mavis just winked at him. Sasha stood up before walking over to him, settling down on his lap, she began moving her ass slowly, straddling him and making sure her ass touches his d**k.