Pink Venom Dance Novels & Stories

Chapter 01: How It All Started Devon’s P.O.V Dancing around the cold-hard pole as the erotic music began to play. The D.J. turned the beat slower as they release the cryo effect making the whole stage smokey, helping the laser beam and light beams to be visible.

I notice the dance floor is packed as usual but no problems. When I get back I see Matt is sitting alone. “ Where did Ratchet go?” I asked. Matt points to the dance floor. “ He saw Silvy dancing alone with way too many eyes on her so stepped up.” Matt said. I turn and see a gap in the people. Sure enough Silvy and Ratchet are the center of attention. I told Silvy to dress up but fuck. She is wearing a skin tight leopard print dress that stops just above her knees and three inch heels. She even did sultry make-up that never fails to turn me on even if she doesn’t know it. And the dancing they are doing. Let’s just say Ratchet is lucky he is gay and married or I would have to knock his ass out

She now knew exactly how evil her grandfather really is. The destination was a small, dilapidated building on the outskirts of Palermo, its crumbling facade barely concealing the violence that lurked within. She run toward the door only hesitated for a moment, she grabbed the small, pearl-handled dagger hidden beneath her silk red dress. It was a gift from her grandmother, a memento of a time when women were expected to be both elegant and deadly. The dagger was more than just a keepsake; it was a symbol of her own inner strength, a silent promise of self-reliance in a world that often felt overwhelming.

she asked, quickly changing the subject. “What did you have in mind?” Dawn questioned. “Neon dance party”, Lena replied, earning her a grin from the blackette. Dawn grabbed her hands, pulling her out of the desk chair. Before long the two witches were dancing along to ABBA, a conjured disco ball hovering in the air. Lena’s hair was electric blue this time while Dawn’s black and purple locks where now bright orange. While they let loose with the whacky dance moves and even crazier hair, Lena felt her concern for the boy that she’d fallen for, slip away.

" Let's follow quietly" Realizing she was far from being noticed by them, she sighed in relief and when the entertainers left to their locations, she stopped walking and turned. A local bar was right before her, it looked like a bar, only men would visit. 'They won't think of me being here,I better get in quick' With this thought, Anna lowered her head and entered the gloomy looking bar. As she stepped in, the smell of burnt tobacco leaves wafted through her nostrils, providing a sickly awful smell. She coughed in response and waved her hands in the air to clear her view. When the cloudy smokes drifted away, she was finally able to see the interior.

Loli attaches the leash and lets it hang loosely as they assume their positions for the dance with Ambrose and I center stage. Each of the girls has the same vinyl bodysuit and thigh high boots but in different colors that coordinate with their wigs, makeup and riding crop(Candy and Loli )or silicone whip (Dahlia and Lily). My whip is a black leather one with rhinestones on the handle. Ambrose raises an eyebrow and smirks, knowing this could get very hot and very sexy. Candy knows her stuff! She tied Ambrose with his arms in a position where he can’t touch me and he is totally at my mercy. She I need to talk about that ropework and where she learned that particular configuration because it i

Pam asked, dancing slightly in place at my side. She fits well against my side. I chuckled softly. I might be a muscular big guy, but I’m still an incubus demon. I can dance. Dance is a form of seduction just as much as it expresses a million feelings depending on the music and situation. I won’t go perform on Broadway, but I manage to get by on the dance floor. Plus, if I needed the cash, I’d make it as a male stripper or in that Magic Mike show. “For you? Sure.” I winked, leading her to the dance floor.

Sometimes I'm scared it might go wrong and I would be left behind all alone. I backed away when the light went out. Then S&M by Rihanna played in the background. Cause I maybe bad But I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of it It was the woman in blackleather. She was still wearing her half mask and now she was holding a rope? She was dancing infront of Zach while he was frozen into place. Her black hair was really long. Her heels are too high. Sticks and stones May break my bones

Bass throbbed so deep it vibrated in my ribs. The main platform was raised just enough that every table had a clear view. Women danced there—some in nothing but glittering body chains, others in scraps of lace that barely qualified as clothing. One girl with dark skin and silver hair was on all fours, back arched, hips rolling slow and obscene while another poured a thin stream of liquor down her spine so it pooled in the dip of her lower back before dripping lower. The crowd cheered when the second dancer leaned down and licked it off her skin, tongue tracing the curve of her ass without hesitation. No one pretended to look away. Hands wandered freely under tables; moans mixed with laughter

His face looked to his left and right, completely shocked and bewildered as the elderly woman had disappeared from his sight. He thought he had just experienced a fever dream but the wound on his wrist told him that what he experienced was indeed the reality. Finding the servant who was busy watering the trees, he quickly went to ask them, “Did you saw an elderly woman who passed by?” The servant looked confused, “I am certain no one passed by… what is wrong young master?” Damian shook his head, taking a deep breath as he felt his core shaken, “Nothing.” Deciding not wanting to be around the creepy situation anymore, he walked away without noticing how from the open wound on his wrist his re