Mine Dancer Novels & Stories

she saw her like this was in high school. At that time Renata and her minions wanted to sabotage her at their end of year schools ceremony as well. They tried to prevent her from performing a dance that that she was supposed to during that time. So she made her mother call Lucia back home in the name of their father not feeling well and wanting to see her. But fortunately for Lucia, Jeal heard Renata's minions talking about it in the washroom. She called Lucia back and she saw just in time for her performance. And Renata who was the brain behind that scheme got her just retribution, which was becoming the butt of a joke for the last term in high school.... thinking about that now is so sati

There were no people who were superficial with art and satirized with beauty, just the brunette with her magical dance moves. "It's really... too beautiful. Unfortunately, it's not real. Anyway, thanks for the painting. I'll cherish it." The dancer smiled softly and set the painting aside. She picked up the coins that fell on the carpet and put them in a small bag, then she called her saxophone friend to leave. "May I know your name, ma'am?" The painter hurriedly called her back. "Diana. My name is Diana Sheryl. How about you?" "Marco. Marco Gilberth."

I must act. All I can do is stare off into space. At the flash of the neon lights in the room. At the other guys yelling and tossing money around. At the woman on the stage who has heels that snap like a gunshot. "I'm Diamond," she breathes softly, moving close and tracing a perfectly manicured finger down my chest. "But call me what you prefer." I finally glance at her properly at last. Her makeup impeccable. Her lips full and shiny. Her body unmistakably sensual. The kind of woman any man would kill to have on his lap.

A waitress brought over a glass of the beer Id been drinking and a glass of wine for the lady. Its my second day, but Ive been a pole dancer for three years now. I came up from Georgia just to check out the scene. She didnt look much older than twenty-three, I noted as I looked her over. She had pretty brown eyes, straight but large white teeth, and a lovely smile. It was just a shame her chin was a little too long and her nervousness hadnt completely receded.

Not only was she very good on the pole, her anonymous appearance was intriguing to anyone who had ever watched her dance. From her striking red hair to her very curvy figure and then to her emerald eyes which were slightly concealed with a dark amber mask that covered most of her face which earned her the name 'Amber', June Skylar was the major sensation of the strip club and with good cause if anyone was being honest.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

he said but gina got off him before he could hold her down. “i need to dance first, come join me!” gina said as she staggered all the way to the dance floor, the effect of alcohol evident in every move she made. Gina, lost in the rhythm and the joy of dancing, allowed herself to be consumed by the music. Her body moved with a natural grace, her gestures and poses hinting at hidden depths of passion and desire. It was as if she had become one with the music, surrendering herself completely to its enchantment. Gina swayed her hips in a seductive motion, her body moving with an effortless sensuality. It was in that moment that some manly arms encircled her from behind, his strong hands resting

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.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

It was the only life I had ever known. And honestly? I liked it. The Respect. The Control. The Unlimited wealth. And the ability to have any woman I wanted. “Draco, your dancer will be out shortly.” Dan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I nodded slightly. Moments later, the lights dimmed. A small smile formed on my face. My dancer had arrived. She walked into the room wearing the traditional red mask. My favourite. But something was different about her. She was slender. Petite.