Pink Venom Dance Novels & Stories

They leave me content. Scanning the room for my next victim, I grip onto the pole and hook my arms around it, losing myself in the music as I dance, men and women eye fucking me everywhere I look. A smile spreads across my lips as I spread my legs, my arms enclosed around the pole as I show these men just how flexible I am. Getting their hopes high with every move I make, staring at the crowd innocently as I scout for my next playmate. The song is almost coming to an end, I have a sexy dance with the next song, I can pick my victim then. I twirl on the pole before sliding off completely, my heels almost breaking. I make my way to Cinnamon and circle her like a hunter does his prey, but of co

Another voice rose from my back, snapping me out of my attention, " Can I have the honor to dance with my Fiancee?" I whipped my head back to see Vincenzo again. He wore a dark suit today, which completely matched his gangster vibe. He looked happy today when I felt shit. I wanted to decline his offer but then I saw Grandpa Michael, staring at us. I replied through my gritted teeth, placing my hands in his, " Ye..s..." [ Translation: No. Fucking. Way] He smirked before dragging me to the dance floor. " Dusk Till Dawn" by Zyan was playing in the background. I had a horrible feeling that Vincenzo might have never listened to such a cheesy song in his entire life. This man only knew how to kill

she shouted. She's already drunk, and it didn't take her long at all. This woman is crazy! She downed the entire bottle of wine in just one shot – it's empty now! "Already drunk, girl, hahaha!" I joined in too. Dancing here, dancing there - to the left, to the right. We owned the entire dance floor with our awesomeness. The crowd gave way, of course. We were dancing to Black Pink's hit song, "DDU-DU DDU-DU."

After three, or was it four, drinks, Ren says, “You're trying to get laid, huh?” “I already told you, dumbass.” To me, she says, “Let's dance.” Any protest dies on my tongue as she drags me to the stage, where the sweaty bodies are writhing. “Let's let loose tonight, babe.” I giggle as we find a spot on the stage. I'm buzzed. The DJ picks the perfect tune, “Something Big” by Davy C. I'm feeling myself as we grind against each other. I let loose, dancing sensually to the music. My hips move in circular motions before moving up and down.

He opened the window blinds, and he could see her dancing on a table, not caring that she was in what he considered as his club. “Who let her in?” he asked softly with a smile. “I-I don’t know sir” he could tell he was nervous. He’d pay for it later. It was his job to keep people like her far away from here. “What do I do boss?” Was he seriously asking? He looked back at the window and this time she was dancing, but facing the direction of him and he thought she was actually looking at him. And she could because it was actually glass, and she raised a finger pointing at him still dancing.

She should be, though. Vane looks at Riven. He gets what is happening. He waves over a beta, who stands and waits close by us. “Dance for him, while removing your clothes.” “No!” Riven shouts and looks at us, shocked. Vane stands up holding the knife, and she panics. “I vote Veyra, give Veyra my punishment!” Dagen laughs. “You realise that makes you look weak?” His head tilts. “Better to look weak, than submit and shame myself like Veyra just has!”

would fall, and Hyperion—he would beg for mercy before I was done with him. “Damon!” A voice said. It was Black vortex, Caleb, my right-hand man. Caleb was tall and lean, with sharp features and a chilling smile that could freeze anyone in their tracks. He had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness. The mention of her name sent a jolt of soaek through me. Lila. My beautiful Raven. She was the one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. Even after we had broken up she was the one thing that made every scheme worth it.

Raven wore only a long, sheer black robe open at the front and sky-high heels. Damien sat in a wide lounge chair, fully dressed, watching her. “Dance for me,” he ordered. Raven danced like a temptress — slow, sensual movements, the robe slipping off her shoulders, her hands sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, between her thighs. She never broke eye contact. When she straddled him, rubbing her bare, soaked pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his pants, Damien finally snapped. He gripped her hips and guided her movements, letting her grind harder, faster, until she was moaning his name.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

VR growled on her face," Do you want to become a slut, huh? That's why you dance in front of everyone flaunting your body!! You love it when people look at you with dirty intention, right? You love it when people look at your assets, right?" " Dancing is an art," Orni said where tears blurred her vision. VR screamed taking away her prize," Fuck your dancing art. Only sluts dance like that and you are behaving like a slut now." Saying that he threw the prize on the floor and it shattered into tiny pieces because it was made of glass. " No," Orni screamed and bent down. She touched the shattered prize and continued shedding tears. Then, VR again held Orni's hair and with an abrupt pull, he mad