Mine Dancer Novels & Stories

A dangerous aura emanated from him, making the others dare move closer to him. At the far secluded side across the dance floor, Dylan saw his mate dancing along with the people he saw in the picture. She clung herself to the man’s neck, burying her nose on his chest while her waist swayed seductively from side to side. The afro-haired woman sandwiching her from behind, holding her waist as she dances as well.

Or should I say I threw them all once again? Walking with my cheap heels that looked like only two dances or less and it will break, I saw three women with outfits not looking so far from what I am wearing. Though theirs are quite more revealing. "Ethel! Come here, let's prepare!" One of the dancers approached me. She's Morette, Moretta Agustin. She said we should be calling her 'Morette' since it sounded more classy and elegant than her real name, thus she became 'The Morette' of Artemis High-End Funclub.

Boro turned back to the plate of roasted chicken, potatoes and rice placed in front of him and ate his dinner all while entranced by the music. As soon as he was done eating, Boro waited for the song to finish and the two to take a break. He asked the bar woman, Rendra, for two more mugs of beer. She looked at the mug in front of him, still more then half full and then grinned. "The knarled man playing at bard is Evin by the way" Rendra informed him. "He treats Isbella like his daughter so watch your manners. If I hear anything about you being vulgar with her... Not even that sword will protect you"

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

She allowed her to drag her deeper into the crowd and started dancing. Unbeknownst to them, Damon stood just a floor above their heads in front of his black stained floor to ceiling window in his office. The window overlooked the entire dance floor, giving him a perfect view of every drunk customer dancing there but only one caught his full attention… his little flower. She looked gorgeous in her red latex dress and red converse heels. Her exposed curvaceous body made it hard for any normal man in the room to not react to her beauty.

“Which one?” “The one with the never endin’ legs puttin’ on the show in the miniskirt.” Kade squinted. “You mean AJ?” AJ? Not a familiar name. “Yeah.” “She’s quite the dancer, huh?” “Sure is.” AJ performed a shimmy-shake with her hips, while snaking her arms above her head. The movement caused her tight lace shirt to slide up, exposing the smooth curve of her lower back. Cord withheld a groan. Nothing was sexier than that dimpled section of a woman’s back above her ass. Nothing.

Thе next dаnсеr wаѕ аlrеаdу оn thе stage but dіdn't seem іmраtіеnt. At strip clubs "аѕ fаѕt as thеу саn" іѕ nеvеr аѕ fast аѕ you wаnt them tо rеturn. I had іmmеdіаtеlу рurсhаѕеd a couple of lap dаnсе tickets, but I dіdn't ѕее Frаnkіе all durіng the nеxt dancer's set. Thе second dаnсеr, Diamond, was a mature dark African-American wоmаn. Her brеаѕtѕ wеrе рrоbаblу ѕресtасulаr аt 20, but they were ѕtіll ԛuіtе nісе at 40+. Dіаmоnd hаd a grеаt рlауful реrѕоnа lіtу, аnd I еnjоуеd flіrtіng wіth while I tірреd hеr. I wаѕ heading uр tо thе ѕtаgе fоr the third time in her ѕеt whеn I hеаrd a woman's vоісе ѕhоut. "You be nісе tо Cаrl hеrе, Diamond. Hе'ѕ a ѕwееtіе." I turned tо ѕее Frankie аррrоасhіng me.

"Hi, Miss, can I know the name of the previous dancer. Don't worry, I'll give you 1 million dollars for your honesty." She still hesitated but when I said, "3 Million" she nodded like a servant and got a ballpen and a paper. I chuckled by the thought that I should have done this earlier. Money really was powerful, huh? Her name was Mindy De Silva. Mindy. Sydney. Damn. The slight similarity of their names made me guiltier! "Okay. Thanks for the information. Here's your payment, by the way," I gave her what she wanted and dialed my private investigator, who happened to be my best friend, Brecken.

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

One of the new pack members I did not know their name said to my friend. My heart beat fast as the saliva in my throat disappeared. I recalled how he acted the last time I danced. I just hoped he would allow this. My friends and I excused ourselves and walked towards the Alpha's office. No time like the present to talk about the upcoming dance-off. I also wanted to drill him into what his relationship with the tramp was. That little know it all who thought her shit did not stink was gonna learn that I was one of the best dancers. I would put her in her place. Closer we got to my Apha's office more my confidence grew. I was gonna make a move on him tonight to show him what I could do for him.