Mine Dancer Novels & Stories

"Move out the road! Move out" The coachman yelled with all his might as he picked up the pace. When she finally came to, they were near and when she tried to step aside, she tripped on a small rock and fell onto the road, hurting her knee and arm in the process. She winced and looked up to see the carriage very close, she flinched as she buried her head in between her arms and awaited the carriage to crush her. Nothing came, only silence. Anna slowly raised her head to see the horses very near, the coachman was off the carriage and was talking to someone in the carriage.

Making my way towards the bathroom, I cleaned myself from the flour and all then went to the closet. Taking out my red ethnic set which I bought yesterday, I stripped off my clothes. I wore the red anarkali and made my way towards the mirror. I applied a little makeup and red lipstick then wore a mangtika, matching earrings and my banarasi jutti. I let my hair free and just curled them a bit. Looking myself at the mirror, I so wanted to sing and groove on the bits of Desi Girl from Dostana. Shaking my wild thoughts off my mind I granned my phone from the bed and went downstairs.

I pulled my ass off my desk as I happily went home to prepare for dinner. I was really having a great time with Damon at this beautiful restaurant; everything looked perfect, and I was putting on the jewelry he got me earlier today. He didn't reserve the whole place like last time, but I was enjoying every bit of this evening. He has such a sweet tongue, but I was more interested in his sweet pocket. I was about to take a sip out of my champagne glass when a lady sat down next to me. I was perplexed because I didn't know the stranger, but Damon was more shocked than I am, he tried dragging her off the table but she slapped him so hard that I could feel the impact, despite not being the recei

Once inside, a wave of stale sweat, alcohol and sex hit me and I gagged, my stomach souring. The room was crammed with bodies dancing under the red light. I turned around, squinting, hoping I could spot her in the mass of bodies. I saw her, just beyond the pole dancers, whining her waist on the laps of a man. Sinclair. She looked up and her eyes landed on me. She gasped.

"Who do you think you are huh? And I just said a truth she is an gold digger" Smack I was totally shock when I see one new girl enter in the class and hit the other girl but who is she? And why she slap her?

His hands, his voice, his money makes him the man that owns the moment and by the time her knees hit the leather couch, she's breaking her own rule, drowning in desire as he fucks her like she's his. Macy’s P.O.V. The loud rhythmic bass throbbed through the floor of Velvet Sin club pulsing in time with the seductive sway of my hips. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and whiskey, the scent of sweat and sin clinging to the walls. Men sat in darkened booths, their eyes devouring the women on stage, but I only danced for the highest bidders, dancing is an art especially to me. Once upon a time I had chased a career in dance hoping to make it big one day but realistically two of those dreams

It's true he never liked that woman, but he wouldn't want her making a fool of herself In Front of the cameras. Nikolai clenched his fists. He wondered what the woman was trying to achieve by doing that. He wished he could just walk and turn her to look at him. Only that way could he still know if she was still game. Mira, oblivious of What others were thinking, walked to the dance floor,her eyes set to the congressMan. She walked and stopped two steps away from him. " May I have this dance?" She politely asked, extending her arm and bowing slightly like a gentleman. The minister was momentarily stunned but recovered immediately and chuckled.

The bow was an old tradition that had been passed on for centuries and it was done right after the first dance ended. "You, Rayne Carson, are full of surprises," I mumbled, taking her hand in mine. "Rayne Mae Carson... You know, in case you wanted to know my full name." She smiled at me. "Well, Rayne Mae Carson, will you do me the honour of dancing with me again?" I requested and luckily, she agreed. This time, it was not just us. People were dancing around us, but I didn't care. I was too busy admiring the gem in my arms to pay attention to anything else.

The dancers sat on the floor while the others leaned on their seats while drinking water. " I'm so tired! My legs and hands are going to numb by dancing and climbing on this pole" Martina said, One of the exotic dancers of the bar. Martina is a 19 year old girl nursing student. She is one of the stars of Desiderium bar because of her naive personality while she's dancing. She is known as the Angel of Desiderium.

Damien smile before hearing the Dingdong sound of the elevator opening "Nice meeting you miss Charlotte" Arrya said smiling knowing she have spoil anything going on in the lady head. Damien nod at her before pushing Arrya out. Charlotte watch the couples as they walk away from her. she came out of the elevator as she put on her big sun glasses to hide her teary eyes. she can't deny, the man is handsome and she have made her mind she want him and no one will stop her, she is Charlotte McNair, what she want is what she will get. Charlotte went to where her black Bentley was, after settling down on the driver sit, she call a number..