Journals of a Dark Elf Dancer, First Song
This is my first attempt writing a story from a log file that a friend gave me. She is a dancer on Tapestries MUCK and wanted to convert some of her old dance routines to a story format. She knew I was looking for a project, and was kind enough to let me have a stab at it. I hope I did at least a credible job giving vision to her really amazing routines.
The Usual Warnings apply, this story contains suggestive, borderline adult situations and characters, if you are not of appropriate age, or are easily disturbed, don't read it!
N'Tanya is copyright her player and is used with permission. The lyrics to Janet Jackson's 'If' is copyright the owner of that music, and is used in compliance with Fair Use Law and Copyright.
The club was a dive from the outside. One wouldn't think twice about walking by if they didn't know anything about the place. 'Club Minx' written in bright neon (surrounded by garish rotating images of half-naked females: felines, foxes, bunnies) advertised the place to the street, like another half dozen clubs along this block. It appeared no one was buying into the 'sex sells' mantra. The club didn't even have a hawker passing out flyers, coupons or passes for free dances, private time with the girls. It was a nothing spot, and if there hadn't been rumors of "something special" from my friends, I don't even think I would have looked twice.
Although the outside looked to repel, it appeared the inside was there for the patrons who knew; and those who were told to walk past the worn exterior. The colors were subtle, deep reds, wood tones and warmth, leather for all the furniture and brass and silver for the fixtures. There were no smaller dance areas, nothing detracted from the main stage, and this main stage looked like it was built for the show, and nothing else. The stage dominated the front of the club, raised three feet above polished hard oak wood floors. A trio of brass poles formed a perfect triangle center stage, evenly spaced by about six feet and mounted so that the club's lights could catch them easily. Lights surrounded the stage, covered the edges and shined from spotlights and ceiling lights through the club so that it looked like they could have illuminated every corner for the audience.
Booths and open tables filled the club with that same dark and warm motif. A feline stood behind the bar and served a bunny, though both looked to the stage and hardly paid attention to each other. Apparently, I was not the only one told about "something special" that night. The club was full of males looking for something, and couples maybe looking for something else. It was certainly enough that it piqued my interest, enough that I stayed, and enough for me to get a beer and look for a seat. The feline gave me a wink and a quiet "You'll want to stay for this," before he gestured me towards a seat at the front of the house.
I was barely able to find a seat near the front before the show started...
The lights dimmed before the performance started and for a moment, there was nothing around the club. It was almost as though the entire place held its breath and waited for the promise of the show. The rich voice of the club's announcer broke the silence.
"Welcome everyone, ladies and gentlemen, couples and singles alike. Welcome to the Club Minx and welcome to the show. Tonight we feature the premier performance from our newest dancer. She's smoldering. She's sweet. She will leave you begging for more. Everyone welcome our dark elf dancer N'Tanya!"
Slowly, the music rose, the drink forgotten as the discordant strains of the introduction to Janet Jackson's 'If' blazed from the speakers. A few moments into the intro and the dancer pushed past the curtains and stepped onto the stage. I swear still not a sound came from the audience. She strode onto the stage as if she owned it, like the audience was there for her pleasure and not the other way around. She wore a leather vest top laced closed, a black silk sarong, sported silver earrings along graceful elvish ears that held back silver hair that reflected the light and gleamed like metal that matched a silver dragon tattoo up her athletic thigh. Dark elves rarely frequented any kind of club like this, much less worked in one. I myself had not seen one in years, though my body certainly remembered, enough that it didn't take much for me to feel stirring below. She commanded an athletic form and almost palpable intensity that practically poured from her body.
Near the front of the stage she paused; she turned back towards the curtains and pressed close to the center pole. A grin split her lips as she leaned back against the pole. She was a magnet for the stage lights that caught and reflected over silver painted nails as her hands slid up her sides. It was if she caused the rise of the music and commanded it rather than the music that guided her actions. She then turned her head and looked out over the crowd, and I caught her eyes ... her blazing, gold, intense eyes. I couldn't help it, she fixated me as her hands rose up above her and carried her liquid silver hair with her fingers through the song's first lyrics.
Sittin over here starin in your face
_ with lust in my eyes sure don't give a damn_
_ ya don't know what I've been dreamin of ya in my fantasies_
The dancer's foot tapped with the beat for a moment before she turned and broke her gaze from mine while she faced the front of the stage and the rest of the audience. After a proud strut to the front of the stage she issued an unspoken challenge to the audience with her stance, with her attitude, with her very presence. She stopped at the edge of the stage and her hands went to the front of her body in a way that she covered her chest with one hand, and the other slid between her thighs. The fire in her eyes that so transfixed me ended up hidden as she closed them while the next strains of the song that echoed through the room
Never once you looked at me
don't even realize that I'm wantin you
To fulfill my needs
Think what you want
Let your mind Free
Run free to a place no one dares to
N'Tanya rocked her body; in a way she undulated like a snake as she caressed herself for herself, and for us. She was an incarnation of lust that played with an imaginary lover who could not see her desire for him even if the rest of us bore witness to it. Both hands slid to her hips, then up her sides. As she raised them upwards she hooked the satin strings of her leather top. She drew them loose as she continued to move. It was if the whole audience strained for those laces to loosen, so that top would fall away. I felt myself more forward in my seat with the rest, though at the last moment, when it appeared that top would fall she turned away.
She teased with a glance, a little look of mischievousness and wickedness from golden eyes as she held her top with one graceful hand. The other hand held the center pole, and she spun around the brass length. The top finally dropped away from trailing fingertips while she spun. A twist, then a grab with her hand and she pulled up tight to the cool metal and rocked her body up against its length. The diva's hips angled up against metal between her thighs, which drew her sarong against her flesh as she slid up and down the pole. When the leather vest dropped away she caught the pole with her other hand and pulled herself even more tightly against the cool metal. She rocked backwards so her flesh pressed to metal while her tongue flicked over her lips. I am was straining to remain discrete despite the reaction she drew from me and I was sure that every male in the room wished to be as blessed as that pole as the music continued coursing through the club;
How many nights I've laid in bed excited over you
I've closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways
I've gotten there so many times I wonder how bout you
Day and night
Night and Day
All I've got to say is
N'Tanya played with her imaginary lover while we watched and wished. She seemed almost driven by the lascivious music; the dark skinned dancer rubbed against the pole wantonly, sexually and with heat that seemed to raise the temperature of the room. Slowly she leaned backwards, hooked one leg around the pole and almost ended doing the splits as she lowered herself to the stage. Her hands undid the knot to her sarong and she allowed the wrap loose from the binding around her waist. With a flick of her wrist, the flimsy material joined her top in the darkness and revealed the contrasting deeper darkness of underwear that was so spare that it became obvious that the metallic color of her hair was not restricted there alone.
A glance around the room showed that as fascinated as the audience was, many were no longer entirely focused on the show on the stage and rather were driven by the lustful energy created by the performance. Several couples made out and fondled each other in their booths while other singles shared longing glances and more than a few hands vanished beneath the tables of the club. There were muttered comments and appreciations, but no one wanted to break the atmosphere of the room by making a sound that would break the rhythm of the dance. I spared just the barest moment more glancing around the room before the dancer's movement caught and held my gaze again. She lay flat against the floor with her left leg hooked around the brass pole. The curl of her leg drew her against it, it provided an anchor while she arched her back and thrust upwards while the chorus played.
If I was your girl
Oh the things I'd do to you
I'd make you call out my name
I'd ask who it belongs to
If I was your woman the things I'd do to you
But I'm not
So I can't
Then I won't, but if I was your girl
She rolled her body so she faced the audience and released the pole. She crawled, dragged, stalked ... all those things towards the edge of the stage. Her golden gaze seemed to burn as she took in her audience and those watching her in turn. Again, it seemed as though her gaze fixated on mine for a fleeting moment before it moved on. It seemed a ritual, as if she were choosing her sacrifice from on high even while her lusts brought her low. Finally, with fingers hooked in the edge of the stage, she pulled her legs around and slipped off the stage and joined us on the floor of the club
Everyone watched as the dancer left the stage, but no one dared hope as she moved towards a clouded leopard that sat alone near the end of the stage. The lights that followed didn't hide the wicked look on her face as she approached him. Both of her hands went to the arms of his chair and her body descended so that she nearly lay against him. She arched her back and shifted so her body practically rubbed against him while the next stanza echoed through the club.
Allow me some time to play with your mind
And you'll get there again and again
Close your eyes and imagine my body undressed
Take your time cuz we've got all night, oooh
N'Tanya's hands went to the leopard's shoulders while she pressed close and practically nuzzled him throughout the chorus. She slipped downwards; her hands trailed over his chest and down his stomach even as her head dropped into his lap. I strained out of my seat and I think every fur in the club must have matched the movement as though we could share that intimate moment. It was merely a moment though because her head snapped upwards almost immediately. A mischievous wink and a grin are all the leopard actually received before this temptress stood and walked away. An almost collective sigh escaped from a dozen or more throats. My sigh caught in my throat as I noticed she was not done, and the next in her line in the audience was a pair. A couple here for an evening's entertainment, a mixed breed caracal and his companion, sat cozily in an open booth near the stage.
The dancer moved towards the pair in a way that bled sensuality and oozed the sexual tension that she provoked from all of those that watched her. She trailed her fingers over the caracal's shoulders and neck as she moved around the seat of the booth behind them. A toss of her head sent her silver hair across the caracal's companion so that they both could feel her presence between them. As the next section of the song started she kicked her right leg up and hooked it over the back of the chair next to the two and easily within reach of both audience members. Both of them took her up on her unspoken offer and slid hands across her calves, and up over her thighs. For the rest of the audience's benefit N'Tanya grasped her breasts and squeezed the flesh together as she ground her body up against the seat. While the couple had the opportunity to touch, the rest of us were treated to the sight of her lips wide in a demonstration of ecstasy that was illuminated by the stage lights that flared off the silver river of hair down her back. In a way the elf matched, and even challenged the passion of the song,
You on the rise as you're touching my thighs and
Let me know what you like
If you like I'll go
Down da down down down da down down
I'll hold you in my hand and baby
N'Tanya slipped her leg off the chair in an illusion of separation that she dispelled as she went back in and pressed her body against the back of the chair. She rubbed her dark flesh against the hard surface of the club furniture, emphasizing her modest bosom. She used that bit of distraction to fool us into missing a slight of hand as she unsnapped her bra and treated the pair to a bit of a souvenir in the form of her bra before she left them for yet another member of her rapt audience.
This time her target was a fluffy fox boy whom her swaying body and perky breasts had hypnotized, his eyes drawn to the darker nipples that were so temptingly placed at eye level. She made sure that his eyes were glued to her body so that he hardly noticed she was approaching for the moment that it took her to mount his table. She slipped right on the edge of the table and drew her right leg tight to her body with her foot hiked up on the corner of the table and held by one heel. She splayed her other leg wide in a way that followed the edge of the table and presented the fox with a most intimate view while the rest of us could only imagine the heat and scent of being so close. The song continued relentlessly though, the club echoed with the pounding beat and aching lyrics,
Your smooth and shiny
Feels so good against my lips sugar
I want you so bad I can taste your love right now baby
Day and night
Night and day
AllIi've got to say is
The music played and the dancer teased with the caress of her hand across her right breast. She caught her nipple in the V between her forefinger and thumb and then squeezed down and pinched herself. I know that I was being teased, but it must have been torture for the fox who was sitting so close but was barred from doing more by the rules of the club. It looked like an offering of pleasure, an offering enhanced as her other hand dipped between her thighs and caught the spare fabric of the panties between her thighs. I licked my lips unconsciously as a flicker of light caught the sheen of damp fabric before she pulled it up against her sex and outlined the tantalizing flesh right in front of the fox's muzzle. I could see his nose as it flared, and his breath visibly caught for that moment. His resistance faded and he lifted a hand from his lap and reached forward for the dancer. It was obviously the trigger she wanted because her eyes glinted with that mischievous look and just before he could reach her she kicked her left leg over the fox's head so that it joined the other. Her fingers slipped from between her thighs as she released herself and slipped off the table. The fox had a stunned expression and anyone could see him straining against his pants. He was not the only one; I squeezed my thighs together against the hardness there and I tried to control my breathing as she walked towards the stage.
The dancer crossed the club floor, accompanied by the heated pounding from the chorus of the song. It provided the time she needed to take the stage once again, though of course not before another turn of the head and wink that included us in her routine. She went to the center pole and stepped up to it, not hesitating as she moved to a more acrobatic show. She arched her back and kicked her right leg straight up so her ankle hooked around the pole high above her as both hands pressed flat to the stage below. She was again in near full vertical splits directly in the center of all the spotlights. Her entire body shimmered with a sheen of damp sweat and reflected light that showed off her exertions yet made her appear as though she was encased in silver that matched her flowing hair. She held that position for what seemed an eternity while the musical interlude rang through the club before the next stanza played;
I've laid in bed excited over you
One hundred different way I've thought ya
Many, maaany
(day and night, night and day)
Allll I got to say is
When the verse flowed through, she was not satisfied with simply righting herself. Our entertainer, our dancer, pushed off from the pole and twisted over so that her feet touched the stage and she posed in a graceful arch. Her body flexed, muscles singing beneath the hot lights as she twisted and pushed up from the stage so she faced away from us. She crossed her hands across her body on shoulder and hip and held herself as if she had lost her mystery lover. She danced for him and for us as she swayed sinuously and provocatively with the beat of the music. She seemed as unfulfilled as dancing alone would be for anyone with such unrequited passion.
Again the chorus played and she faced us while her hands moved across her body. Her right clasped to her neck while her head arched back, and her left slid over her mound that was still covered by the barest dark material of her body-tight panties. She clasped herself with her hands, caressed herself, and protected herself as she sunk down to the stage on her knees. Those slender fingers held her body as she arched back and sat onto her haunches, while she rested her shoulders and head on the stage. Her body held the taunt pain and pleasure in the deepest tones of the song as it came ever nearer the end with that final chorus.
If I was your girl Oh the things I'd do to you
I'd make you call out my name
I'd ask who it belongs to
If I was your woman
The things I'd do to you
But I'm not.
As the last chorus played both of her hands went to her inner thighs. She sank to her knees and leaned back on her heels as her hands slid up and down her inner thighs. Her head and shoulders lay to the stage so her back arched deliciously and caused her breasts to remain up-thrust. Then, her eyes opened and she looked across the club. Her eyes found mine and held there. The gold depths drew me in as some inner fire within them burned and held me there, even if I had wanted to free myself, I could not...but I did not want to. She locked me with her gaze while her fingers slid back and up. Their tips slid beneath the edges of her dark panties and against the glistening flesh, they sunk deeper and deeper below view as the last of the chorus rose to the performance's crescendo. It seemed the whole club held its breath in those final moments and I do not remember even having the wish, the urge to breathe. With those last words of the song at that last height the dancer's hips raised from the stage in one peak of movement. Her lips parted in a gasp a gasp of sound heard in the silence immediately following the last word and her eyes narrowed to slits but did not close and free me. At the sudden abrupt end to the song both of her hands moved to cover her sex while she thrust upwards against the silence. She fell back, and her lips formed words that I could not hear, but burned into my brain nevertheless, and then finally, almost mercifully her gaze was broken when the lights went down and ended the show.
As soon as the lights from the club came back enough for everyone to see it was obvious that the dancer had left the stage. I stumbled from my seat, half a beer remaining, but wholly forgotten as I moved in an almost drunken stupor for the exit. The bartender leered at me and gave me a knowing look as I walked by, and almost offhandedly commented, "I guess our newest hire is going to work out, isn't she." He gave a short laugh as I pushed my way out of the door to the entrance and into the cooling darkness of the nighttime air. It braced me so that I could walk away down the street, I resolved to get away from those burning eyes as fast as I could, but even as the distance increased, the only thing that went through my head were the words I am sure she said silently to me...
"You will be back to see me again."