We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 25
You’re there again, performing your act. And so beautifully. The other so-called dancers have nothing on you, parading up and down as they do, flaunting themselves on the dancefloor. Or strutting their cheap wares in the kind of lewd displays that say they’ll be selling something else later, to whichever of the gawping spectators has the fattest wallet. But you… Lily… I know it’s a stage name, but it suits you so much better than Martina. You move with such grace, your spine arching as you sway to the music, sliding long limbs along the pole. Everything toned and perfect, effortlessly, your body does what you ask of it, your hair sweeping a long arc as you roll and rotate and undulate. How do you do it? You make it look so easy. easyPirouetting, you wrap a leg around the pole, fle
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
