Crystianna Dancing Dolls Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 2 CASSANDRA Julian holds my hand, leading me to the dance floor, and I obediently follow her because I might be kind of tipsy. We stop at the center of the dance floor and she lets go of my hand, starting to dance in a sexy manner; of course, she is a stripper after all, not that I’m judging her or anything. I stand still watching as she twists and whines her waist to the beat of the music.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

He turned a glass of whiskey on her ass, spanking her ass. "Present the most awaited strip dancer.... Namal Relany...." The crowd cheered, and the light turned off, and when the light came on... the room was radiating blue.... Aurora was already holding a pole curving her leg expertly; her hair was flying in the air, and the sensual song started... The way she moved her butt and waist on the pole made the room heated.... The men could feel it, and even the ladies questioned their sexuality as she danced on the pole.... She was wearing a black bikini, and her waist bead was glinting with the blue light... The diamond piercing on her navel looked so hot.... Her skin was so fresh and white, and

I fix my crooked glasses and cradle the high-collared black military jacket and the other stuff that is about to go on my body to my chest. "Stop giving us shit about your sob story, and change into these clothes quickly." Willow scolds me next. "Do as they say, Aura. We don't have time to deal with you." Stella says, tiredly, parting her hair to the side while Riley unzips her dress from behind. She is going to be the princess in our warrior dance. She will sit on a high throne in the middle, around whom Sadie, me, and a few others are going to perform a war dance, accompanied by Weston and Axel, who are warriors of our pack.

Kingston’s throat couldn’t hide the dryness gripping him. “Did Helios tell you I was here?” Pandora’s thin smile posed the rhetorical question. The thud of her footsteps echoed as she walked three full circles on the platform. Teasing Kingston with a calm hip sway, she then wrapped her fingers around the pole, lifting her body as if weightless. Pandora perfectly timed her breath as she performed an erotic dance and acrobatic moves. Clamping her legs around the pole, she then twisted like a slick snake. She added a few steamy moves—even more arousing—until she broke Kingston’s silence.

Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge. Catherine changed her dancing style into krump to provoke Tristan and she saw him smirk. Tristan started dancing his style was that of flowy and lock type of dance. The ballet dancers eased up and started having fun. Lyra was at the back as she had only done ballet and contemporary. The music changed into “Turn down for what” and almost everyone cheered.

Alexander leaned back as his head fell back on the sofa with dismay. Someone kicked up the music and the girls began to dance. The blonde one wore a pink mini-dress that was barely being held together by silver rings. Alexander guessed she was a good C-cup. Her straight long hair hung down her shoulders. The other blonde who had a smaller bust wore a mini-tank dress. The skirt stopped her upper thighs and was made out of white lace. The upper part of the almost dress was smooth and was tied onto the stripper’s body with string ties that went with the dress. The long-haired brunette with luscious curls was a good D-cup – no question. She had a little more meat on her bones than the two blonde

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

Tonight the crowd was busy, and they immediately whistled teasingly when they saw her walking up the stage to start doing the strip dance that the mashers in front of her had been waiting for. The music that was quite loud started Krystal's movement in doing an erotic dance. She twisted her body to and fro with such seductive movements, making some of the visitors who were doing their activities immediately distracted when they saw Krystal start dancing. One of the men in a black suit walked a little unsteadily onto the stage. He approached Krystal who was contorting her body near a long maroon pole which is usually also used by other stripper dancers. The man suddenly wrapped his arm around