Mine Dancer Novels & Stories

Eyes on me. I can tell her aim is to make me uncomfortable. She is a crazy dancer. Mia has no idea how her movements turn me on. That girl caught my interest the first time I saw her on the dancing floor. She moves her body so perfectly like she was meant just for that. "I'm sorry Rico, she seems nice," Kay Mumbles smiling at her entertaining form. Mia is nothing close to a bitch. She treats everyone around her with kindness. If you didn't know her, you wouldn't guess she was a billionaire.

No ballet dancers can dance her style no matter how hard they tried, it was as if something was preventing them. She misses Daisy and hoped over the years that one day she will meet her fairy dancer. Nora was nicknamed goddess of dance in the whole of Floda and outside. A blind dancer whose face has ever been seen and how she could still dance remains a mystery to everyone. With her sexy curves that got guys drooling and lusting after her and girls getting jealous of her body, Nora didn't know what her body did to others. Some guys masturbate with mere thinking of her. Though she knew she had male admirers but successfully turn them down whenever she was asked out.

He said with anger laced in his voice, as he made her watch a video of months ago, where she was in a skirt that barely covered her bum, a short top bra and stockings, lap dancing one of her fans. "That was Ida, this is Maddison Mr. Corbin" Ida tried to get away from but he pushed her back to him, bringing her to sit on his laps. "Then do what Ida did here Maddie, a beautiful exotic dance and a lap dance," His voice husky, bitting gently on the tip of her ear, his hand behind her butt, giving it a little squeeze, "Get into that cloth now Maddie" He added releasing Ida, who felt butterflies in her tummy, with the way he bit the tip of her ear, and grabbed her butt.

After giving a very reluctance-filled nod, Miren extended her hand to Drake and accepted his invitation to dance. Miren's friend Drake walked her down the stairs slowly while holding her hand. Behaving in a way that is both cautious and thoughtful, which is a significant departure from his usual icy demeanor. Drake's handsome face displays a hint of a smile, which, despite being difficult to detect, elevates the overall appearance of his face significantly.

I smile back at her, smiling. She's been a sweet and kind woman to me and Troy. Infact she's been a life saver, in her younger days, the woman was a stunner. She was all legs and had that exotic appeal men fall all over themselves for. Once upon a time, she was a dancer. Unfortunately, she never got her big break, but she made a good living performing in some off-Broadway shows and whatnot. How do I know this? Well if she hadn’t taken me down on a trip to memory lane and showed me pictures, I wouldn’t have had any difficulty believing it. With her long lines and light movements, she exudes an almost regal grace from every pore of her being.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

Date = 31 October Place = San Francisco (Reaper venue) POV - Damion I swing her lightly onto the dance floor, a playful spin that ends with her pressed right in front of me. Face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with a look and then ask him why he’s bleeding. The music hasn’t even started yet, but the air between us already feels thick — like the room’s holding its breath.

The taxi brings her every night to a condo near Diva's place. She had been dancing for her client for five months now, but she really didn't have any clue as to what his face looked like. She was expecting that her client would be an old man with a big belly. However, based on the physical posture that she can see, her client obviously takes care of his physique. She doesn't even know his name; Diva just always calls him Mr. MC. They also never talked, so she never heard his voice. Her only job really is to dance for him, and then he leaves immediately after that and lets her get dressed in the room with a small stage ready for her to dance on.

I'm not strong Look, my arms are So lean. No muscles. I would have punched him in the nose I think the person noticed me Girl: hey are you the new maid? You're to share a room with us right? You're welcome here... Well what's your name? I hope you have a beautiful name? My instincts rang a bell in my head I quickly turned Yes I was right Me: Cindy! Cindy: oh my goodness! Blue....... We ran and hugged each other passionately

I think this is the most suitable for outdoor events. "Honey, Auntie, go to the room first, okay. Make-up a little," I said, patting this cheek. Rushed me to the room. Still forty minutes, still time to fix makeup. I saw the mirror, Maharani's full reflection was seen there. The woman who is getting ready to step forward into a new life with her choice, Mr.Kusuma. He's quite a handsome man. Clean and firm face. His stature was tall and not too big, his appearance often forced the gaze not to be taken away from him.