Journals of a Dark Elf Dancer: Part 3
This is Part Three of my ongoing series featuring my good friend who dances regularly on Tapestries MUCK, in my continuing efforts to convert her performances into a story series that does some justice to her talents as a dancer.
This story contains adult themes and situations, if you are of not legal age to read adult material in your area, don't read this!
N'Tanya is used with her player's permission, and is copyright herself, the lyrics for Client's 'Six in the morning' is used in compliance with Fair Use law and is copywrite the creator of the music.
I could not get those burning eyes of the dancer out of my mind. I tossed and turned all night, so my sleep was restless and never satisfying. I inevitably rose with visions of N'Tanya's dancing in my mind, and my cock hard between my thighs. I went to other strip clubs in an attempt to overwrite her image with women on other stages, and I satisfied my lusts by picking up those strippers as they came out for lap dances and private performances in the VIP rooms. If they would not go home with me with my words or the offer of cash, I would purchase time with them in private shows. Every time I got off with their lips around me, or with my hardness buried between their thighs, or their ass grinding on my lap, I saw two golden eyes that burned into my mind and carried me away from my present conquest. I could not drink to forget every time I indulged, rather than forget I passed into unconsciousness with her eyes still burning. Even with the sex, the roaming, the sights, I could feel my control slipping. I felt drawn back to the club. I found myself walking past it on my way home from another den of sex and gyrating bodies, even when I had no cause to go that direction.
Eventually, it made it through my head. I could not shake this, there was no way to escape the suggestion she planted in my mind; I was going to follow her pronouncements. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I felt some relief, as a fire that burned through me that I didn't know was there lessened in intensity. Instead, memories of that mischievous, Cheshire like smile gave me the benediction of relief.
I returned the same night that I gave up the mental fight. It was cold, as the seasons had somehow passed fall to the beginnings of winter without notice, so that the bite of oncoming snow was in the air. In contrast, the club had a warm glow, even the neon on the outside offered protection, a cozy retreat from the outside and a place where you could be entertained as well as warmed. It was a lure for those that needed urging to enter, though I definitely needed no urging. I was there with one purpose, to get to the dark elf dancer after the show and do whatever I needed to remove her from my mind. The obsession drove me now, though I did still have enough control to walk into the club and find the bartender while projecting an outward air of calm. The same bartender again lounged behind the counter of the bar, when he noticed my arrival he merely smiled in a knowing way as though he expected my presence.
"You do have the devil's own luck, don'cha," he started. I somehow knew the next words out of his mouth before he had the urge to say them, "it seems N'Tanya has decided t'make another appearance at our fine establishment...and that's tonight. You wouldn't know why you happen to be here every time she shows would'ya?" He smirked as he continued to wipe out a mug he pulled from beneath the counter.
"I suppose I just have an excellent sense of timing, or I really am just lucky," I replied while I held his gaze steadily. "I am glad to get the chance to see her on the stage though; she is quite something to watch. Mind if I get a beer then," I continued. He shrugged and held the mug under the tap and poured my drink as he replied,
"Oh, I have t'say I agree...always seems to get the crowd riled up, and we've been gettin' plenty of business because of her, guess yer just one of those." He handed me my mug as he continued, "The show should be starting shortly, she's dancing to Client's "Six in the Morning" so good luck gettin' a seat tonight." Apparently finished with me; he turned around and started putting bottles in order behind the bar.
When I turned around, I could see what he meant. It seemed I wasn't the only one that came in from the cold. Most of the tables, booths, and chairs were occupied with singles, couples, and groups. The close quarters of so many bodies elevated the temperature in the club by several degrees. I found that I was on the verge of sweating by the time I found a seat. This time I did not sit behind or out of sight, I was determined that I would be right there so I could confront the feelings the dancer provoked. I managed to find a small table with one seat that was crammed in a corner right up next to the stage and took my place. There was a general murmur of conversation going on in the rest of the club; though even with the crowd, I recognized many furs that had attended N'Tanya's previous shows. Almost directly opposite me across the stage was the young looking fox that she had teased before ruining his apparel in the previous show. He looked like he was suppressing something; he tensed his body as if he would jump at the stage with the least provocation. I could also feel some energy in the air, the presence of all these furs was electric as they waited with anticipation for the show. I finally relaxed a modicum as I waited, as tonight I knew that I would get some kind of resolution, I would find out what power she held over me.
The lights of the club slowly faded to the warm colors that let the patrons know the show was about to begin, giving them a few moments to return to their seats before they went completely dark. I sat for in darkness and a silence that grew lengthier as the audience settled and waited for the show. The spotlights of the club came up at the same time as the first opening tone of the music. The lights were dim; as if they were directed flashlights rather than intense spotlights, they provided warmer illumination of the stage as they swayed back and forth. Occasionally the lights grazed over a figure in contrasting white and black. They lights seemed to follow the movements of dark fingers as they caressed over dark skin and white clothes in the form of a white bustier and some folds of a dress. Silver painted fingernails trailed over the curve of her own bosom while the first lyrics of the song filled the club.
You look good on your knees
You know it's time to please
You look good on your knees
You know it's time to please
The lights of the club continued their almost sensuous movements across the dark elf dancer's form while the song continued in a hypnotic rhythm. A second and third spotlight joined the first two and now displayed the entirety of the dancer's outfit to the audience. A white half-bustier clung to her upper body, the silky looking fabric had a deep V in front that descended between her modest breasts and emphasized her body. It cut off above her belly button and left a gap of dark skin between the bustier and the ankle-length dress that draped around her hips. The dress clung to her modest curves, but parted in front, rather than the sides. The fabric formed an inverted V with the apex just below the junction of her thighs. She encased the hands that traced over her body in arm-length white lace sleeves that ended just below her shoulders, the end of each sleeve had a single loop that caught around the middle finger of each of her hands. Her movements continued to match the slow, sensual pace of the song while she crossed her arms in front of her. Her hips and torso swayed in counterpoint to the music while she slid her fingertips up over the skin of her chest and then up into her silver hair. Her fingertips caught her hair and she drew it upwards so that as she tilted her head back and upwards it fell from her fingers like a silver cascade.
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look but you can't touch)
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look but you can't touch)
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look but you can't touch)
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look but you can't touch)
Yeah yeah yeah
While there was a brief musical interlude N'Tanya used the opportunity and moved over to one of the side poles on the stage. As the spotlights revealed more of the stage and passed over the brass poles they revealed lengths of red rope twisted around them in a barber pole fashion, though they did not look like they were secured to the stage. N'Tanya moved slowly, deliberately while she turned around and pressed back against the left side brass pole. She raised both of her hands above her body and hooked them in the ropes twisted around the metal. She wound the braided rope around both her wrists and bound them together. She pulled on the rope and stretched her body; she arched her back as she swayed back and forth while she twisted around the brass length. The rope around the pole followed and wrapped around her body, the red contrasted against the dark of her skin and the white of the dress as it bound the clothing to her. N'Tanya untangled one hand from the rope around the brass pole and dragged it downwards. It almost seemed she was in pain as she closed her eyes and slid her fingertips over her face, and lower. She caressed her neck, and slid her fingertips down across the bustier. Her nails dragged against it as she arched her back upwards. Her fingertips traveled down even lower and caressed over her belly before they finally grazed over the front of her skirting, right above her most intimate of places.
The energy of the show was completely different then the other shows I had seen her perform. It was less predatory and the energy seemed more internalized. Unlike the last times at the club I did not think she cared that I was there, it seemed she was lost in her own world at this time, absorbed by the currents of the song. In a way, it was even more intimate, as though I received a little tiny glimpse of what was inside her head. It was also just as intense, and created as intense an ache as her other shows, and it left me as if I still barely had control over my body. There was enough light to see the rest of the club, and it made it easy to see others. I spared a glance and saw those with partners and groups blatantly fondled and caressed each other; there were on the urge of taking each other right there in the booths as if driven by the sheer sensuality of the song. Even then, their eyes stayed transfixed on the stage. I found that though I had more control of my mind, my body still burned with the heat of the song. I tried to suppress the reaction, even as my arousal strained against my pants beneath the table.
Try me, I'm hard to please, submission, electric tease
Can't help the way I feel, my time's not yours to steal
It's six in the morning baby, dirty boy dirty girl
It's six in the morning baby, I want it all
N'Tanya pushed away and spun from the brass pole. The rope went flying from her body as she spiraled and twisted to free herself from the clinging length of rope. The spin took her back to center stage again while the chorus repeated. I noticed a flick of soft tongue against painted lips before she spun away and faced the back of the stage. Her fingertips dragged up along her sides to the sides of her bustier. She swayed her hips in time with the hypnotic beat of the song while her dress swept one way, then the other with each movement of her hips. Each pass of the dress provided glimpses of red beneath the white. Her hands moved around behind her and found the fastening of the bustier, with each repetition of the chorus line one snap after another gave way beneath her deft fingers. By the end of the chorus the bustier slipped free from her body and she caught it in her right hand and held it away from her body. The bustier had hidden some intricate work that the dancer completed before the show, as she revealed an intricate bondage harness made from red rope that matched the rope twined around the metal poles. She dropped the bustier to the side of the stage and turned around again while she crossed her hands across her chest in an attempt to hide her bared breasts. The move may have hidden her athletic bust, but it could not hide the intricate Shibari style tie across her upper body. It framed her chest and looped above and below her breasts while it formed a complex pattern of woven rope and knots between her breasts and along her spine.
The removal of her bustier was apparently N'Tanya's cue to recognize the audience to her show, because she allowed a slow, sultry smile across her lips. She continued to keep pace with the song with that same side-to-side swaying motion and teased the audience as her hands slid back in a way that exposed her as she traced along the red ropes that frame her body. Her movement carried her into a slow spin that allowed the audience a good look over the entire harness that decorated and bound her upper body. At the same time her fingers again travelled up into her hair, the glittering silver provided contrast to the warm lights that continued to illuminate her body. The movement caused the harness to move and shift against her flesh so that it dragged against her body with the sensuous movement. She finished the spin when she reached the pole on the right side of the stage, opposite where she had started her spin. She twisted her right hand in the red line wrapping the brass pole while she pressed back against it. Her left hand travelled between her thighs, she teased upwards between them and parted the dress. The gesture provided another glimpse of red as well as dark flesh and flashes of white panties beneath the dress. She then slid down the brass pole using her hand tangled in the rope as a way to control her descent as her legs slowly folded underneath her. As the verse continued to fill the club, she dropped lower and lower until she finally ended at the bottom of the pole. She rested on the side of her hip with her hand bound tightly in the rope around the pole, apparently exhausted from her efforts.
Turn me on, take me home, too good looking to be alone
With these eyes staring back at me
I need chains don't leave me free
It's six in the morning baby, dirty minds boys and girls
It's six in the morning baby, I want it all
N'Tanya rolled over onto her hands and knees and moved across the stage, she stayed low to the stage, almost sliding along the slick surface. If she was oblivious to the audience before, that was no longer the case as her eyes now fixed on the audience out in front of the stage. When she reached the end of the stage, she ducked down and arched her back. In that fleeting moment, her eyes found mine in my isolated little spot. I met her smoldering gaze with as much intensity as I could, and I detected the flicker of a grin before she flipped over onto her back in a smooth movement. The chorus repeated and then transitioned into a musical interlude as her hands again slid over her body. She parted the bottom of her dress with questing fingertips that trailed up the inside of her thighs. As her fingers parted the skirting, it revealed more and more red color against her dark skin. When her fingertips finally grazed up against her inner thighs and to the waist of her dress she closed her eyes and arched her back. She pushed the dress down and off her body in one smooth, sinuous motion. It revealed more red rope wound around the flesh of her thighs. A hip harness wrapped around her body and laced around the upper part of her thighs accented her dark skin, and once freed from her dress N'Tanya brushed her fingertips over the soft-looking rope while the musical interlude concluded.
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look but you can't touch)
Yeah yeah yeah (you can beg it's all too much)
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look but you can't touch)
Yeah yeah yeah (you can look don't ever touch)
N'Tanya's fingers travelled over the newly bared skin of her thighs and her lower stomach. As if she teased herself, she arched her back and hips upwards in response. Her fingertips explored the lines and knots of the red rope that bound her hips and breasts, though in her finger's travels she also grazed her nipples and the white silk of her panties. It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for as she drew out an extra length of rope that she had bound with the hip harness. She rolled over onto her stomach while her fingers traveled between her thighs from behind and caught the extra length of rope. She drew it up between her thighs so that it rubbed against her body through the panties and gasped softly in a way that the audience leaned forward in sudden attention. With a tug, she pulled herself up while she drew the line taut. She tilted her head to the side and again caught my gaze, so she made sure that I saw the smile that passed through her lips. As the song continued she pushed up, back onto her haunches, and then twisted in circles on her knees. She raised her hand above her and looped the rope around her body in a spiral around her stomach and ribs, then ended when it reached the chest harness. A quick knot, a little wink and N'Tanya decorated herself with one long harness of red rope.
Turn up the heat
We're in too deep
Rake me to extremes
Baby in your dreams you're coming on strong
Once she bound herself, the dark elf rolled over onto all fours and again crawled to the rope-wrapped poles. The lights followed her movements almost as though they caressed her and I could not help my eyes as they wandered along the red. My eyes were drawn to the rope now tied between her thighs and against those clinging white panties. She slid up to the center pole and wrapped both hands around the metal length, then used the rope as an anchor while she pulled herself up until she again leaned against the pole. The chorus repeated while the song slowly wound down even though it appeared the elf was not ready to end the song. Both of her hands wrapped in the rope twisted around the pole and she looked back over her shoulder with a mischievous grin that attempted to engage the entire audience. She pressed against the pole and spun around it, while she kept her hands tangled in the rope. The rope twisted and turned with her movements, adding to the rope that wrapped around her body by binding her wrists and arms so that she drew closer and pressed more tightly to the brass. It was almost as if she was binding herself, forcing herself to limit her own movement, submitting to the song's sultry tones. She ended pressed against the pole; twisted like the rope around her body in a position that must have strained even her flexibility. While the music trailed off her struggles eased and it appeared she finally conceded her fate. She slumped forward against the ropes with a slow, fading sigh; her silver hair fell forward as the ropes prevented her from falling but also held her prisoner against the metal. The song's final lines intoned from the club's speakers and as the music faded, the warm lights that illuminated the dancer faded as well, before they finally plunged the club into darkness once again.
The silence lasted for a minute, perhaps longer, the rest of the audience apparently as affected as I by the quiet intensity of the performance. As the lights from the club returned, the crowd erupted into applause even though the dancer had all ready left the stage. I merely gritted my teeth against the ache I felt coursing through me; the ache that translated into a shaking hand as I drank from my beer, and the hardness between my thighs that showed no evidence at fading when she was no longer present. I knew that she would be out to entertain the crowd, and I knew that she would approach me, so I waited. I could be patient for a while longer, once I resolved that I would not leave.
I wasn't forced to wait long before she indulged the audience. She returned from the backstage and immediately ventured into the crowd of furs that gathered by the side entrance to the backstage area. Single males of all kinds practically fell over each other in their efforts to give her a trinket of their affection, a few bills, a tip, or a proposition. She seemed amused by the whole affair and bestowed a bit of attention here and there almost capriciously. A bunny male received her on his lap, where she teased him under his chin. A horse that was twice her size became a platform where she could stand on his thighs and give him a kiss between his ears while he clumsily stuffed a few bills into the back of the panties she continued to wear from the show. Couples also received her attentions; she would lie across their laps and tease them into placing bills into the wraps of the rope harness from the show. She would overly exaggerate a wiggle or an arched back when one of them seemed to think they were original in stealing a caress over her body or against her more intimate areas.
I was sure she did not miss my presence; she would steal glances my direction and make sure I watched whenever a customer had their hands over her body. If the performance was pain in suppressed lust, this was nearly unbearable as I watched other furs get their chance to have her against them. In return, she also pressed close to her current patron, so that they had to feel the heat of her body as she took their money, their gifts, and their adoration. It went on for agonizing minutes, long enough that I emptied my drink, though not enough to let the ache fade. Each time she looked to me, every time she made sure I watched while someone had his or her hands between her thighs or on her breast, the pressure grew once again. Eventually there was no one left for her to visit, I was the only one remaining that had not had the chance to offer a 'tip' for her performance, and so I sat back and waited while she approached.
"I see you decided staying was better than leaving," were the first words out of her mouth in that sweet honeyed voice.
She slipped into my lap effortlessly; she straddled my hips and slipped both arms around my neck. The warmth that I remembered burned against me as she pressed close. With barely any thought, my hands went to her hips and rested there.
"I have to have you."
I surprised myself by the directness in my voice. Any thoughts of bantering, playing the victim before I drew her in were forgotten in the moment she was actually in my hands. The intensity was not lost, but reflected in the amusement in her gaze while she tilted her head and looked to me.
"I'm not sure you are ready to have me...I think I'm enjoying this too much."
Her voice carried a light tease in its tone, but a deeper undercurrent came through as well. The undertone contained passion, heat, and a promise of much more. She rolled her hips on mine, and in that brief moment her panty-clad sex brushed against my groin I felt a spike of pleasure roll through me so intensely that I nearly peaked right there. My hands clamped down on her thighs and I felt a low growl roll through my throat, I hardly even knew that I made it. My intensity was lost on her, or perhaps she merely expected it, because that same mischievously wicked smile remained on her lips while she looked down.
"Why would I give this up? I can feel your lust radiating from you, it's...intoxicating to be desired so completely. I could demand you to your knees and you would do it without question, because of the need to have me," she continued almost conversationally, while she still swayed and shifted against me and provided a show for those in the club that watched.
Whenever she moved she would brush here and there against my body, her hands caressed my chest, her thighs flexed against mine. She played my reactions like a master violinist stroking my strings, and as she did the deep, inner flame in her eyes grew and bored into mine. I could barely form coherent thoughts any longer, much less words, so she continued,
"I do think that I am ready to bring you into the next part of our little game though, since you were able to resist so much longer than most." She then leaned forward, so that I could feel her breath against my ear while she whispered, "but not tonight...you get to wait, just a bit longer. I'm sure you can handle that...hmmm?"
She then placed a soft nip on my ear, sending another shock through me that distracted me while she slipped off my lap. I felt her brush her hand against my chest and press something into my jacket before she slipped away. I watched in a daze as she sauntered across the club to the other side of the stage, to the young fox that had been the focus of her attention in her previous dance. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear, then slid her hand to his. I had a brief twinge, a flash of jealousy so intense it threatened to destroy me as she dragged him to his feet and with hoots and hollers that echoed in my ears pulled him back stage.
I couldn't move, I couldn't believe I had let her slip away. All my intentions to control the situation were destroyed with a few words and a few caresses that left me without the will to act. Awareness finally impinged, and my fingers scrambled and dug into the pocket of my jacket, where I felt a piece of paper crinkle against my fingertips. I drew it out, taking a brief moment as I wondered where she had hid the paper in her nearly non-existent outfit as I unfolded it in front of me.
It had three pieces of information,
A date,
A time,
An address,
I may not haven known what she meant by 'our game' but I knew where I would find out the next move.