| raine dances... |
She enters the room, padding lightly along a path to the sandpit, where golden specks sparkle and wink in swirled temptation, urging small feet to seek their depths, stopping short, she poses just outside the box *winking to Handsome Master as she waits in position... ...slut watches the room with emeralds hidden behind a swirl of auburn tresses as she spins to the song musicians play, the beat lively to match the boisterous nature of the crowd, her body swaying in response to lyrical commands, eyes map a course around the room, noting an approach to each table... ...slithering to the first low table, hips swaying in subtle suggestion to the Masters there .. hearing the comments of Master's that make slaveflesh tingle with the rush of blood, bright flush seeming to melt down slight body, spinning away, she turns to the next table, hearing laughter well before shimmying up to the table, one Master asking in quiet quest: "What is the best thing to do if you find a sleen in your bed?" ...girl sways in loose circles, thighs jiggling with effort as she pushes off for each turn, before hearing: "Sleep somewhere else." ...groans in soft tones as merrymakers guffaw and slap each other's backs, the call for more paga being heard clearly, girls scampering from all corners to serve the many handsome Ones in the crowd tonight, smiling with wicked intent, she approaches the third table, backing up to the table, lowering to her knees before leaning back to lay along it's planks, arms slither against each other in the air above her... ...she hears girls giggle, picturing a Master's strong fingers along sensitive flesh .. trembling with response, emeralds lifting as revelry drowns out pleasurable moans .. she hears another inquiry from the second table, hecklers making joyous Master bellow out: "Why do blonde slaves have big belly buttons?" .... a few scratching their heads, some grinning with knowledge, none notice the girl mouth the answer: "They serve blonde Masters" ... before she lifts to spin away to the next table ... ...spying black with searching eyes, her insides freezing instantly even though flesh and muscle still move to the lively music being played tonight. In a whisper, she breathes "Assassins" -the room coming to a halt, music dying off one sound at a time. Emerald orbs fly to the Men, no mark to be found... ...turns to musicians, her body commanding a tune to match the writhing and sway of hips, slow undulation of arms in invitation, and slightest pout on berried lips ... the room erupts in boisterous fun again just as she bows her head in respect of those in black, moving on to the next table with a wink ... ...dances only around the next few tables, a story-teller having claimed the corner as His for entertaining, hears: There once was a plumber from Leigh .......... who was plumbing his maid by the sea ......... said she, "Please stop plumbing, I think someone's coming!" .......... said he, "Yes I know love, it's me." then another: "There was a young girl from Darjeeling : Who danced with such exquisite feeling : There wasn't a sound : For miles around : Save fly-buttons hitting the ceiling" ... laughter engulfing her, brightening her smile, intoxicated with the knowledge that Men are pleased .. slut winks to the storyteller, dipping and swaying to the music until girl makes it back to the original start of her dance. emeralds scanning the room again, meeting the dark eyes of many this time... ...slight shiver travels the length of her spine, adding a slight jiggle to flesh as she darts back out of the room. |
| Tavern dance This is only one frustrated girl's attempt to stop taking things so seriously. Written as raine: April-ish 2004 - her very FIRST dance |
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