AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 1
Annabelle
Kim comes over and pinches my eyeliner as I touch up my Cherry Red lipstick.
“For fuck’s sake Kim, that was new today, you better give me that back when you’re done bitch. You’re always running off with my stuff and never giving it back!” I scowl at her in the mirror and go back to add another layer of mascara.
“Chill your tits Belle, I’ll give it back to you in a bit. What crawled up your arse today anyway?” Kim says, as she walks back to her dressing table in a black lacy thong. I think I’ve seen more of her body than the guests at the club have but hey, this is what comes with dancing at a burlesque club I guess.
“I’m just pissed off with having to buy new stuff all the time because you pinch it! Remember to put it back this time.” I look myself over and fluff my hair up more, giving it extra volume that it doesn’t need. I see Kim flip me off in my mirror and I just smile back at her.
Rose stands up from her own dresser and walks over to me. She’s gorgeous, a tall platinum blonde, with a figure to die for and a huge pair of boobs. I’ve only been here for a short time, four months to be precise, but I would consider Rose one of my closest friends. I’ve missed having female friends.
“Are you okay Belle? You seem nervous tonight and that’s unusual for you!” She puts her hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me.
“I’m just a bit on edge… as Pete said earlier the owner is in tonight!” I’ve never met the owner of the Club, as it was Pete the manager who hired me.
“Oh sweetie, don’t worry about Kai! He will be too busy in meetings or with some slut in the VIP lounge,” she said, walking off to finish getting into her next outfit.
Everyone here is nice, but only if you don’t get in their way of making money. A few of the girls are a bit upset though because I’ve been given the lucrative spotlight dance for the past two weeks.
We’ve already done four burlesque group routines tonight, then my spotlight freestyle and Crystal’s pole dance, followed by some of the other girls’ performances. My upcoming routine is my last dance of the night.
I sigh and get up to put my costume on for my dance. I had to be on stage in about ten minutes. I ran my hands over the outfit rail, all feathers, sequins and barely there ensembles.
I picked out my black lace see-through teddy that, as you can imagine, showed more of my body than it hid. Only my pussy was hidden by an elaborate ivy embroidered across it. I added thigh-high stockings and a pair of black stiletto heels. The finishing touch was my black lace gloves, and I was ready to go.
It didn’t bother me to show my body off, as this was my way of rebelling against the life I’d been born to. This was my choice and if they didn’t like it? Well; fuck off.
Dancing is my life. I’ve loved it from such a young age, even going to dance school three times a week. I fully intended to commit to it more if I was allowed, and eventually teach. Unfortunately, life took a vastly different turn at seventeen proving my life thus far was full of lies, deceit and betrayal. Shaking myself, I thought, ‘enough of that’. The past is never a good place to go.
Sam, who looks after the dancers and is a regular mother hen to all of us, comes rushing in. She’s stunning, with black hair and striking pale blue eyes. She used to dance, but then took to looking after the girls when she had a little girl about two years ago. So instead, she orders or makes all our costumes and does the set order every week.
“Belle you’re up sweetie, it’s packed out there! Show them what you’re made of!” She gives me her megawatt smile and rushes off backstage. I take a deep breath and make my way backstage to take my spot.
I stand there with my back to the curtains, right leg extended out and my hands clasped together in the air. The familiar sound of the curtains opening draws my attention to the audience. I have a quick peek and I’ve never seen it so full. The spotlight blinks to life and the audience disappears behind the glare. As the first bars of ‘Under the influence’ by Chris Brown spill out of the speakers, I take a breath and start to dance.
Running my hand down my left arm that is still suspended in the air, I shift my weight over to my right side and bend, gliding a hand up the length of my leg, giving everyone in the audience a generous view of my arse in the teddy thong. Lifting myself gracefully upright I spiral into a pirouette, turning to face the audience. Face down, my flaming red hair cascades down in waves to cover it.
The guys go crazy, calling out to me, whistling and cheering like an ocean roaring. I stand feet apart and lift my head slowly.
I continue on with my routine letting the music carry me away, falling into the beat, running my hands over myself, allowing it to consume me. The tempo takes over my body as I lose myself to the dance.
The stage is wide and I walk gracefully over to the runway at its centre, which leads out into the middle of the club. Strolling seductively, I make my way down it, stopping halfway before dropping to my knees. Tipping my head back I begin rotating my hips, undulating them smoothly and, with each rotation, I open my knees. Dropping my bottom to the floor as though I’m riding a man, caressing my body with wandering hands. My hair brushes the curve of my arse in a sinful tease. Running my hands back up my body, I caress my breasts and move up to my throat.
As I’m lost in melodic ecstasy, a buzz of electricity sparks and prickles along my skin. I raise my head slowly and lock eyes with the most piercing ocean-blue eyes I have ever seen. The sight steals my breath. The spotlight isn’t as bright here so I can see him fully.
Surveying the scene, I see he is sitting in the VIP lounge and his heated stare has me pinned. Captured by it, unable to tear my eyes away, I run my hands back over my body as I lower myself onto all fours and crawl further in his direction. Letting my gaze roam over him I finally notice the blonde, her face buried in his lap, giving him enthusiastic head. His hand is on the back of her head, pushing her down further on his cock at a rapid pace as I crawl toward him.
Bringing my gaze back to his, I find he hasn’t looked away as he raises a mocking eyebrow at me.
Stopping at the end of the runway, directly in front of him, I quickly decide to answer his silent challenge. Let’s see how long he lasts if I up the ante. I move to the beat once again; dropping my top half to the floor, I open my legs wider. Keeping my arse in the air, I pulse it up and down in a humping motion. In response he grabs the blonde’s head on both sides and matches my movements. The audience is forgotten; I can’t take my eyes off him. I’m enraptured in our game.
Rolling to my back, eyes on his, I tilt my head off the stage. Holding my legs pressed together, I lift them straight up in the air before spreading them wide. I repeat this a few times slowly, gradually easing them down to the floor again. Raising my knees I open them widely, I caress my hands over my breasts, hips swivelling and thrusting. Keeping my left hand on my breast I let my right hand roam down my body to my pussy. Rubbing over it a few times, I catch my clit which is throbbing for attention. Why is this man turning me on so much?
I drop to the floor and flip onto my front. Easing back into the kneeling position, I spread my knees out wide. Bringing my fingers to my mouth tauntingly, my left hand goes back to my breast caressing it teasingly.
He stops his ministrations for a few seconds, gritting his teeth, and I know he’s close. His pupils are dilated as his intense stare focuses on me and only me. I smile salaciously, putting two laced fingers in my mouth sucking hard before removing them, placing my hand to my pussy yet again.
