Que Es Ser Bailarina Exotica Novels & Stories

$500,000, $700,000. Then: "Our final offering of the evening: Natalia Rodriguez, twenty-four, master's degree in international business, speaks English, Spanish, and French, trained in classical ballet, no major sexual experience but eager to learn." Natalia walked onto the stage, her heart pounding, lights bright, twenty male faces staring up at her. "Bidding starts at one hundred thousand dollars." "Two hundred thousand," a voice called immediately. "Three hundred thousand," another. "Five hundred thousand," a third.

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.

With force, she slammed a piece of paper onto my table. Ana’s words stung, especially coming from her, but she was right. However, the paper she dropped in front of me captured my attention. Picking it up with a furrowed brow, I saw images of scantily dressed girls. I didn’t need to read the contents to grasp its implications. “You want me to become an exotic dancer?” “I know. It’s not the ideal job, but it’s worth a shot. You’ve got some moves; you could rake in the cash in a month or two. You’re a skilled dancer…”

Moreover, she was also confident that the dance that she had just performed would not be worse compared to Jenna. She wanted Brother Zivon to know that she was better than Jenna! Xavia smacked her lips together slightly. “Okay then. I will just dance then.” Charles and several others were stunned. If there was really something fishy about this woman, shouldn’t she be feeling faint-hearted now? Why did she agree so easily? As the only person who knew the truth at the scene, Zivon was also slightly surprised. He had read through Xavia’s information. She was a high school dropout, handyman, dishwasher, salesman, takeaway delivery man. She had engaged in almost every industry that poor people en

He didn't want to have to worry about other males near her at the moment. ******************** Kylie was contemplating getting out of bed when the door burst open and three girls walked in. The third one was pushing a trolley which smelled delicious. All of them were absolutely stunning. As an exotic dancer, Kaylie had seen her share of beautiful women, but there was something different about shifters. They were all tall, athletic and had a natural grace. Their movements were so fluid and effortless, as if they were one with their bodies and the world around them. Kaylie couldn't help but feel mesmerised.

The woman also had a thin waist and modest breasts. Immediately after that, Xyla saw the woman’s long, black, curly hair… Xyla also saw her exotic face with intricate make-up on. The woman before Xyla was none other than Betty Starmount, a popular girl from the performing arts department of a film academy, whom Xyla’s company had recently signed on. Betty was the classic example of exotic beauty. Her future was limitless, and she had a tame personality. The moment Xyla saw Betty, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Santini decided. “Wait!” Howard exclaimed. “She's a dancer, Santini; look at her, she's got the perfect body.” Howard and I exhaled in unison as the large guy backed off. Santini rose and walked towards us. He eyed me with curiosity. “Exotic?” he asked. “Ballet,” I replied. “Nice.” Santini nodded, cupping my jaw to examine my face. “Your beauty routine seems excellent. Hmm, you're so young and innocent, but I don't think you'll fit in with my girls.”

Victoria raised her brow in confusion. “You have a second job?” She asked. “Yes, I’m actually a midnight ballerina,” Teresa admitted casually. At first, Victoria did not understand what it was, but then it dawned upon her. “Ah, I see. Sorry, I was just unfamiliar with the term.” She replied. “It’s okay, most people know us as strippers, but midnight ballerina sounds more humane, so I started using it instead of calling myself a stripper.” Teresa admitted with a small, polite smile on her face.