porn star dancing ★ rosénali

chapter seven

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IT was just a regular Wednesday like any other at Denali's workplace — the girls spun around the pole, and the tips seemed to magically appear out of nowhere, and fly into their pockets. Denali was doing her thing like every day — unlike Monday, this time she was much more confident, and focused. She felt sexy, tantalizing, desirable... Denali knew she was doing her job right, and the dollar bills scattered all over the stage only seemed to confirm that.

But though Denali was fully committed to her dance, she couldn't stop thinking about the blonde she had seen earlier that week. In fact, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about her for the past two days. And she still couldn't put her finger on why — the fact she had received a stately amount of money from her was unthinkable; but Denali was almost convinced that a much more unerring reason cavernously lied there, waiting to be discovered.

Denali finally ended her number, and, pleased, she collected her tips, and left the stage. Then, she walked through the narrow hall, all the way into the dressing room door.

''Great job, Denny! I loved your number.'' Kahmora told Denali, once she noticed her entering the dressing room. Symone was also there, but she didn't say anything — she was doing her makeup.

''Thank you, babes. I'm exhausted, honestly; but it's what I do to make a coin.'' Denali replied, nervously chuckling.

''Speaking of money, you won't believe who I saw outside.''

''Who?'' Denali said, praying Kahmora would say who she had in mind.

''The blonde.'' Kahmora finally confessed, and Denali's heart skipped a beat.

''The blonde?'' Denali asked, and Kahmora nodded.

''How do you know it's the one I described to you?'' Denali asked yet another question, just to make sure she didn't get excited in vain.

''Girl — the only blonde, and most importantly, the only woman in this whole entire strip, who also happened to be sitting in the row nearest to the stage, staring mesmerized at your dance? I think it's her.'' Kahmora sarcastically said, rolling her eyes, and laughing.

''Well, what should I do then?'' Denali doubtfully said.

''Isn't it obvious? You have to go talk to her!'' Kahmora excitedly said.

''Ugh, I don't know... I'm still a little insecure.'' Denali said, unsure.

''Listen, angel — you have no reason to be! You're pretty, you can dance... There's nothing to lose! It's not like she doesn't know you...'' Symone encouraged Denali, and those were the last words she said before leaving the room, and walking towards the stage.

''I guess you two are right... Okay, I'll do it!'' Denali finally said, and Kahmora cheered and hugged her.

Denali slipped behind the narrow corridor, catching sight of the blonde not far away. Gosh, how pretty she looked — her shiny hair fell perfectly down her back like a soft waterfall. Denali bit her lower lip lightly, and unable to hold back any longer, she approached her.

''Boo!'' Denali appeared to her from behind, and awkwardly attempted to fright her. The other girl turned around with a shocked look on her face, but appeased it when she saw Denali.

''Oh my God, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm sorry, I don't know why did I do that...'' Denali gawkily apologized, causing the blonde to chuckle.

''It's okay... I actually think that was a better way to catch my attention than the typical 'Hey, my name is... How are you?'''

''Really?!" Denali hopefully asked.

''Um, no. It was pretty rude, honestly. But you're a pretty girl so I'll let it slide.'' She said, with a smile.

''Oh, so she's flirty.''

''And you are thorny!''

''What can I say — I get nervous when I talk to pretty girls like you; but when I dance, I'm as graceful as a swan.'' Denali said, playing along.

''Yeah, I've seen you dance before — you're very good.''

''Oh, so you've observed me?'' Denali friskily asked.

''Yeah, I guess you could say so.''

''What's your name?''

''I'm Rosé.''

''Well, nice to meet you, Rosé. I'm Denali, and if you want to see this pretty girl again, I suggest you swing by the strip this Friday at midnight — we're going to be having a hush-hush get-together, so it'll definitely be much easier to talk.'' Denali announced.

''Hm, maybe I'll make an appearance, thorn...'' Rosé said, and looked away, clearly wanting to be coaxed.

''Well, then maybe I'll be waiting for you, flirt.'' Denali finally said, right before turning around and leaving.

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ROSÉ had finally returned back home because she still had plenty of homework to do; yet she was finding it particularly hard to concentrate. And the reason of this had a first and a last name; well, technically, to Rosé's knowledge, only a first name — Denali.

Normally, her dances would leave Rosé hypnotized, and she'd think about them many hours later; but this time the struggle of getting Denali out of her head was too distressing for words.

Rosé aggressively tapped her pencil against her Calculus sheet with impatience. She was completely blocked — every single concept in her worksheet now seemed unknown to her. She had utterly no idea how to operate the problems — the only thought that persistently delved in her mind was Denali talking to her earlier; and even more, the party Denali had invited her to.

Rosé was clear on the fact that there was no possible way she'd miss that gathering; but something she had yet to figure out was what kind of excuse she'd pull out to skip this week's party with her friends. Myriad thoughts and worries sinking in Rosé's mind, and perforating it were starting to overwhelm her, almost to the level of tears.

Suddenly breaking the silence, Rosé's phone buzzed in signal of a new notification. Without thinking it twice, she quickly picked it up, and unlocked it to see who was texting her.

Mik: Hey gorge what's up?

Mik: I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. Where have you been lately?

Speak of the devil. Rosé could only gaze dumbfounded at the texts, and her heart began fissuring little by little. She had lied to a lot of people in her lifetime, including her friends, and she'd do it again if it was necessary; but Rosé had never lied to her best friend. But well they say there — there is a first time for everything. And hopefully, this would be the first and last.

Rosé: Hi sorry I've just been stuck at home with a shitload of homework

Rosé: But I promise everything's fine

And still, Mik didn't buy it. As much as it hurt to admit it, Mik felt like her best friend was lying to her; and what's worse, hiding something from her. She could barely conceive it. She couldn't picture Rosé secreting something from her — ever since they had begun being friends, they had told each other everything. Maybe Mik was overreacting; but she couldn't help but wonder and worry about why was her friend suddenly being so secretive with her.