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DANCE HALL WHORE

by Annabeth Lake


DANCE HALL WHORE

Annabeth Lake


Published by Annabeth Lake at Smashwords


Copyright 2012 Annabeth Lake


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This book is a work of fiction. All characters should be assumed to be entirely fictional and over the age of 18.

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She went dancing to feel their eyes on her.

Sure, it wasn't the only reason. The club had cheap drinks and the music was decent -- hard, fast, and throbbing, the kind of music she could move to all night without stopping. The bouncers were nice enough; they never made her wait to get inside, especially not after her skirts got shorter and her necklines lower. She didn't socialize much when she arrived. Some nights she didn't speak to anyone at all. Sonya had one purpose and one purpose only for coming to this club every Saturday night, and that was the men whose eyes followed her every move.

Their eyes studied her like a book. Even when she didn't look at them, she could feel them moving over her body. Their eyes caressed every inch of her. Their eyes undressed her. Right there on the dancefloor, the countless eyes seemed to fuck her, penetrating her through the flashing lights and the slutty dresses she wore to entice them.

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