Tina Dandridge Novels & Stories

My head slowly went up to the stage, to see who the men had been calling on, it was the one and only Valentina, Christ she looks so beautiful in reality compared to the picture Leandro showed me. Tina wore a short starry bra top, underneath her mini flare skirt is a garter belt, a leather choker on her neck. Her hands grasped the pole, along with her slender body like a vine decorated on a tree. Her blonde hair flew around. Moving down the pole with confident ease, matching the rhythm of the music.

"You wanted to be seen, Linda. Not for who you used to be. For what you are now." Tina's fingers thrust again -- harder this time, wet and merciless, knuckles slick with arousal. "And you are," she murmured. "Exactly. What. I. Want." Linda cried out a sound somewhere between release and ruin. And Tina never even unzipped her pants. Linda was still shaking.

For now, she is going to be my number one priority. She said her name was Ciara and she confessed to me that it is her real name. I was surprised she gave me her real name, these strippers never use their real names, they always go by an alias. While the king was getting teased by the other girls, I asked her their names and she told me that the drug addict is her sister and the redhead is her best friend. The other girl is called Carol on stage but her real name is Graciela. The redhead is called Alexia on stage but she doesn’t know her real name because she likes to keep her affairs a secret.

Damian shouted as he walked further inside. "Sir, sorry, Madam left this for me to give to you," said Tania, the new maid in the house, handing Damian a piece of paper. Damian observed Tania's appearance from head to toe. She wore a homely dress that accentuated her figure with a low neckline and a length that didn't entirely cover her thighs.

It was like we had stumbled upon some long-forgotten, abandoned castle - and who knew what secrets it held? As we approached, a large group of people, including both men and women, stood around the stairs leading up to what appeared to be a stone stage. Dane emerged and ascended the steps, followed by two men who escorted Catrina out. She had clearly been badly beaten, with bruises and blood staining her face. I stepped forward, but Kendra caught my arm and whispered, “Don’t,” keeping her eyes on the events ahead. How could she remain so composed while I was a bundle of nerves? My stomach was churning, and I felt like throwing up.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

As I swayed my hips to the music roaring in the club. Our bodies pressed between others, I smell alcohol and cheap perfumes which disgusts me to my guts. But still here am dancing with Tina and rose, my two best friends. Tina is a active feminist who have got a degree in feminism. Her thoughts about women development amuses me, the way she is a strong speaker and badass just like me.

I stood in front of the library with boredom, and I eavesdropped on the pictures to adjust them to their correct position one by one. Well, nothing special in the photos, most of them were of Chris with his gloomy aura, except for one photo only he was smiling in and it didn't look old like the others.. hey.. This girl next to him! Red girl with wide turquoise eyes.. Tia!! She is undoubtedly...

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.