Dancing Dallas Ch 01

Daniella put two freshly manicured nails up to her temple. She had the manicurist file them into long, bright red points with gold gemstones lining the base. She hated the way they looked. Catching a glimpse of them in her dressing room mirror made her stomach flip. They were tacky and made simple tasks, like putting in her contacts, nearly impossible. The only reason she requested them was for him.

He was her best customer.

Doctor David Chen.

He was a married dermatologist. He told her he was forty, but she clocked his real age at closer to sixty. He was shy and incredibly generous. He'd only been coming to the club for about three months. He immediately gravitated toward Daniella. He told her the first night that she danced for him that she had the same dark brown eyes and smooth olive skin as his college Italian tutor. He had lusted over her for four years, paying for tutoring that he didn't need. Eventually he was heartbroken when he graduated and she rejected him. Daniella went home that night at took a beginners course in Italian online. It had landed her two diamond tennis bracelets and hundreds of dollars in tips.

"Earth to Dallas!"

Daniella jumped back to reality. The echo of the club music beating softly in her ears. The unmistakable sound of stiletto heels clicking around the tile floor. She looked up to see her friend beaming at her, her only friend at the club, Breanna. Breanna called her Dallas, which was Daniella's appointed stage name. It was given to her by Mikey Bello, the sleazy club promoter on her first day. He'd name girls after cities, he claimed it was easier for him to remember.

"Hey there Abilene," Daniella winked at Breanna.

"It's dead out there tonight," Breanna huffed. Daniella watched her wobble unsteadily over to the mirror.

Breanna was gorgeous. She'd been Miss. Texas and had a full scholarship to Texas Tech. Sophomore year, she'd gotten into a terrible car accident that broke both of her legs and left her addicted to her pain medicine. She quickly blew up her life, burned every bridge in sight, and ended up here. Men giggle when she stumbles around the floor, assuming that she can't walk in her heels. Daniella knows it's a combination of oxycontin and the aftermath of skipping physical therapy.

Daniella studied Breanna. Her long blonde hair was pin straight and fell delicately down past her shoulder blades. She was tall, naturally lean, and had a perfectly applied spray tan that seemed to accentuate every tight muscle in her body. Daniella envied her breasts the most. They were small and natural. Her nipples were perfect. They sat in perfect symmetry, directly in the center of her humble breasts. They always seemed to be erect, inviting a nibble.

Men loved Breanna and she loved them back. Daniella had lost track of how many times she'd walked into the private room to see Breanna's mouth wrapped around a man. Her shiny blonde hair bobbing up and down with ferocity. Sometimes she'd be riding them, those perfect breasts bouncing with each thrust. Breanna never stopped or slowed her pace. She would just give Daniella a mischievous little wink and continue to moan.

Breanna seduced customers nightly. Almost all the girls did, even the married ones. Dancing brings in decent money, but sex is what pays the big bills.

"I didn't see your Doctor out there," Breanna said. She grabbed a tube of mascara from Daniella's makeup bag and began applying it.

"Really?" Daniella sighed. It was Thursday night. Doctor David always came Thursday through Sunday.

"Nope!" Breanna responded, tossing back the mascara tube. Daniella fumbled around trying to catch it. Both women giggled.

"What is out there?" Daniella asked, nodding toward the club doors.

"About ten frat boys. Regular Ralph and a few other loners," Breanna made a pouty face in the mirror as she spoke.

"I hate frat boys. They don't tip." Daniella groaned as she stood up from her dressing table.

She gave herself a final once-over in the mirror next to Breanna. She had curled and teased her shoulder length black hair. She'd chosen a green eyeshadow that made her eyes pop and bright red lipstick that complimented her olive skin. She wore red lace lingerie and red stilettos. The lace bra was semi-sheer, the outline of her large, oval nipples was clearly visible. Her high-waisted thong sat delicately above her hip bones. She turned around to get a view of her back.

"Damn Dallas!" Breanna yelled out, "I'd kill for an ass like yours!"

Daniella was blessed in that department. She was perfectly smooth and pear shaped. Men loved when she'd do a split and bounce, sending rippling waves up and down her body. She'd watch them bite their lips, imagining that she was bouncing up and down on them. She'd watch their hands grip their chairs, wishing they could get a handful of her instead.

"Thanks. See you out there, babe." Daniella called over her shoulder as she walked out to the club floor.

Her panties felt a little wet rubbing against her inner thighs as she began to push through the swinging doors. This was her favorite moment of each night, the most erotic part. She loved the feeling of power and control that came over her as she surveyed the club each night. She felt like a predator. Something primal and animalistic came over her as she moved. She scanned each man in the room as she swayed her hips toward the side stage. She could feel the hunger growing deep inside of her. Her nipples were fully erect and goosebumps traveled the length of her spine.

"Hey gorgeous!" A man called out.

Daniella affixed her gaze on him. He was young. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a light blue polo shirt and khaki pants. He was surrounded by a group of similar looking young men.

"Call me Dallas baby," Daniella gingerly parted her lips and winked.

Target acquired.