Naughty Girl
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After changing into her costume Tanya is dragged into an hour of rehearsal. The other four dancers, she's performing with wanted to see how much of the choreography she knows. That way they can teach her the parts she doesn't know or make her improvise.
To say Tanya is exhausted would be an understatement, she has fifteen minutes before her performance and she is beaded with sweat and panting. She chugs a bottle of water before going to the bathroom to wash her face and freshen up herself.
She makes her way to her station to apply the makeup on her face. She adds gold eye shadow over her eyes and a reddish-gold lipstick on her lips. Grabbing an eyebrow pencil, she draws over her neatly lined eyebrows, using the lipstick to draw a kiss on her right cheek as the other girls had done.
Minutes later she's in a red bra with gold gems, matching red shorts with a gold fabric tied around her waist which is adorned with gems and ends mid-thigh.
Thankfully, she wears no heels this time.
Her gold navel ring shakes as she walks down the hall towards the stage. She approaches the other dancers who are in the same costume but their hair messy and free while her own is in a high ponytail.
"Are you guys ready?" The redhead of the group asks and the girls nod.
"Okay, hands in," they all place their hands together and close their eyes as they say a prayer.
"Amen," they release hands, walking onto the dark stage and get into their positions as the host announces the midnight special.
Here we go. Tanya thinks as the music starts.
***
Alexander sits around a table with Ethan drinking away the night as the clock strikes twelve.
Their night has been spent signing into their hotel, getting dressed and partying. They had hit the clubs first, drinking and dancing with random girls. Ethan however didn't drink much or dance with anyone saying he didn't want to get drunk and wake up with a random girl in his bed.
God knows Sasha would castrate him.
After clubbing they decide to come to Venus's Lounge to enjoy a few performances by beautiful and sexy ladies and they are enjoying it... or rather Alexander is.
Ethan watches the ladies' performances attentively but he isn't tempted to take one back to the hotel for his only love is at home.
She had given him the okay to dance with ladies but no s*x. He didn't have it in his intention to sleep with any woman but his Sasha, so her conditions wouldn't be a problem for him.
The room is decorated with red and gold curtains and a dark interior. There are numerous tables with men and women who have come to experience the famous Vegas shows. They chatter amongst each other, laughing and applauding as performances begin and end.
The room has a life of liveliness, the singing, dancing and smiles on the ladies' faces as they perform to please the crowd and fill their pockets.
Even after doing dance after dance their smiles don't falter nor do they show fatigue. This thing has become a norm for them that even performing and faking a smile here and there is easy for them.
The eleven o'clock dancers take a bow after their hour of entertainment is up and leave the stages with smiles, kicks and cartwheels.
"Let's get on with our midnight special," the announcer says as the room gets dark. "Our midnight dancers will steal your attention for the remaining hour. These girls are no amateurs, ladies hold on to your men and men try to stay in your seats as our ladies entrance you."
An alluring rhythm comes on as gold and red lights flash across the stage.
Five ladies lie on the stage. One on top of the other but in the centre a lady is lying back and the two dancers lie on her thighs.
I love to love you, baby...
The four ladies reach out and two by two rise in an alluring manner.
The lady in the centre outstretches her arms and turns onto her stomach. She looks at the crowd with a lustful look and pushes back so her ass is in the air.
She rises, stepping up from her kneeling position to stand with an edge of confidence.
... I'm feeling sexy.... I wanna hear you say my name boy...
As Beyoncé starts to sing Naughty girl the women run their hands down their body seductively. They move their leg to the right, bending to touch their ankles and rise while running their hands up their legs.
They drop to the floor one leg folded, the other extended outwards and bend forward reaching out to the audience. As Beyoncé’s voice gets higher they raise their unbent leg into the air.
... Baby the minute I feel your energy ... My body just taking over me...
They quickly drop it, crawling together.
They rise to their knees and start to rotate their hips while tossing their hair about.
... Tonight... I'll be your naughty girl...
They raise on their feet and hug their bodies before bracing their hips to the left. They move their hips in a snake-like movement before spinning around, tipping on their toes while rotating their hips.
... I'm feeling sexy... Tonight I am all yours boy...
They look over their shoulders seductively biting their lips. Next, they hold their heads and shake it slowly, like they're going crazy.
As the chorus plays again, they moving seductively looking at the crowd with a temptation radiating from them.
Alexander stares at the stage captivated, his eyes watching the ebony dancer as she moves and he gulps. He watches her stomach bend and roll, the gold navel ring following the motion, sparkling in the lights.
The lustful look on her face intrigues him and the way she dances has him in a trance. She tosses her ponytail, glides her hands down her body as she bends down, biting her lip and Alexander feels himself get excited.
She drops to the floor and spreads her legs, moving her hands all over her body like she's in heat. Alexander finds himself pulling at his collar...
She crawls across the floor like a tigress and his pants shrink a few sizes, her eyes dark and alluring.
Alexander finds himself staring at her during the rest of the performance and once he could have sworn she looked his way.
As they leave the stage at the end of their dance, Alexander calls over a waiter and asks him to inform her that he would like to meet her.
The waiter does as he's told and soon the dancer walks towards their table.
***
Tanya sighs as she finishes the dance without a glitch.
The girls hug one another before heading back to the dressing room to change and finish up their hour of solo performances.
Tanya has full filled her job for the night but it's still mandatory for her to stay until closing time. She is to help the other dancers anyway she can that's what usually happens on overtime at Venus' Lounge.
She yawns making her way to the dressing room but before Tanya can make it a waiter stops her.
He tells her that a young man has requested her presence.
Tanya hisses before throwing up her arms in defeat...
A fan... Just what she needs.
She has had enough male fans to know that she should be on guard when she approaches this young man, whoever he may be.
A few of her fans have been grabbers and they learned the hard way why it's impolite to grab a girl's ass.
Tomás has always encouraged them to talk with the people and coax them to spend more on wine and liquor but he has a strict no-touch policy when it comes to his dancers.
Tanya navigates the crowd of women and men in the room, following behind the waiter who shows her the table.
Her eyes travel over a blonde man looking attentively at her with bright blue eyes. His face is gorgeous too, with pink luscious lips and a strong jawline. Any girl would swoon over this playboy but she isn't impressed, looks aren't enough to catch her.
"Sir, the dancer you asked for," the waiter smiles before leaving and she stands at the table eying its occupants.
The cute brown haired guy with black eyes looks at her with confusion before looking at his friend.
"Hello, you asked to meet me?"
"Yes, I did," the blonde says. "Do you mind having a seat and sharing a few drinks with us?"
Not tonight Satan... No!
"I'm sorry, I'll have to decline. You are both handsome guys but I'm not a girl you can hook up with," Tanya says with her arms crossed over her chest. "Try any of the other dancers."
The blonde chuckles as the other looks at her a bit surprised. "That's great and all, but I like blondes."
She raises a brow at the guy, placing her hands on her hips. "Then why request my presence, there were three blondes up there with me. Why ask to meet me unless you're colour blind or something?"
He grins at me. "You have quite a sense of humour but I was actually just entranced by your dancing. You looked beautiful as you dominated the stage and demand the attention of the audience."
His eyes hold Tanya's with a genuine look of admiration and she finds herself smiling, relaxing a little under his gaze.
He hasn't done anything to put her on edge as yet... she'll stay...
Plus Tomás' security is always watching to ensure the dancer's safety.
"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she smiles genuinely.
"Alexander Blake," he says holding out his hand, she takes it and shakes it.
"Taneish, but my friends call me Tanya," she states.
"So we're friends?" he asks cheekily.
"Until you prove us not to be," she says as she pulls away from the handshake.
"Take a seat, Tanya," he says to her and she obeys. "This is my friend Ethan."
Ethan who was watching them intrigued by their banter speaks up at the mention of his name.
"Nice to meet you Miss Tanya," he says shaking her hand.
"Tanya is quite fine thank you, Miss makes me sound old," she says teasingly.
" I disagree, miss shows that you are someone respected," Ethan says as he pulls away from the handshake.
"Well, you do have a point, Mr–"
"Manroe," he finishes.
Her mouth opens into an 'O' as she recognises the name.
"Ethan Manroe IV as in the humanitarian's–?"
"Yes, I'm a descendant of that Ethan, he was my great, great grandfather," Ethan replies, proudly.
"Wow, there must be a great level of stress on your shoulders... You know, trying to live up to his reputation. What's your occupation, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm a psychiatrist and therapist. Yes, there's a lot of stress on my shoulders as you said. It's hard to live up to such a great man as my great, great grandfather," Ethan states politely taking a sip of what's left of his wine.
"Well, that's nothing Sasha can't help to relieve," Alexander chips in with a chuckle.
"Sasha?"
"His soon to be bride," replies Alexander.
"Wow, congrats. Marriage is a big step I don't think I'll ever take that step though," she jokes. "Between my job and age, it's complicated."
The waiter carries over three glasses of wine requested by Alexander and hands them out. Afterward, he dismisses himself.
"Age?" Ethan asks.
"I'm twenty, for me, that's way too early to married. I want to enjoy my life before I'm tied to some boring guy," she states.
"Finally someone who understands! What's the point of marrying so soon?" Alexander says as he drinks his wine.
Tanya takes a sip and nods. "I say live life. Go on retreats, party, drink and wake up with a stranger in your bed. Have fun."
Alexander watches as she talks licking the wine off her lips and he's just captivated.
"Well, I for one would love to wake up to my beautiful Sasha's face every morning and sleeping with a loyal partner is better than many," Ethan adds to the conversation.
"Just ensure you're packing and you'll be okay," Alexander says with a shrug.
"Well, you should know, you're always packing," Ethan says with a chuckle.
"Don't know when you'll get lucky," Alexander replies looking over at Tanya as she chugs the wine.
"Waiter," calls Alexander. The waiter arrives on call. "Bring us a bottle of your finest."
The waiter nods and walks off. Tanya looks at him with a brow raised.
"What?" He asks.
"A bottle of your finest? You sound like a rich brat, no offense," she says.
"I don't get why people say no offense at the end of a statement that they know is offensive," Alexander says pointedly.
"To ease the impact I guess," she says as she shrugs it off.
The waiter returns with the bottle of wine and they indulge.
After conversing for half an hour Tanya goes to the back to change and reunites with her new friends. They chat, laugh and joke around until the clock struck two.
Ethan leaves the two after Alexander says he doesn't feel like returning and instead queries if Tanya can show him around. Tanya being highly intoxicated by now agrees and the two go on their way.
She steps out of the lounge in a black turtle neck dress that hugs her body and red pumps which she pairs with red jewelry. Her black hair rains over her shoulders and her handbag is clutched tightly in her hands.
Alexander, who is in a white dress shirt, black jeans and white converse places his hand on the small of her back and leads her down the street.
"Time to explore the city that never sleeps," he whispers in her ear and a shiver runs down her spine.
"Let's party!" she giggles as they make their way to a club she frequents, not knowing the fate that awaits them the next day.
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