Salem's Mostly Smut Oneshot Book! [DISCONTINUED + REPUBLISHED]

I'm Only Dancing (Modern!Ilosovic Stayne x Fem!Reader)🖤

dedicated to teacup_hightopp14 and WonderlandxStorys)
plot is ur a dancer/singer at a local club and Stayne is like "awooga!!" and then blah blah. ur stage name is "Poison". the song being sang is "John, I'm Only Dancing" by David Bowie. also loosely based on the film Showgirls! it's a good film but watch with discretion pls (lots of nudity/sex and a r4p3 scene, still a good movie tho)

"And now, please welcome to the stage, the star of La Mer Rouge...Poison."

The club was rather lively tonight, the tables speckled with people who had come tonight for a performance. Poison was just a dumb stage name picked out for you by the club's manager. You weren't a huge fan of it, but the club goers certainly were.

They wanted a singer like Jessica Rabbit. Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Cameron Diaz--and you were here to give that to them. Your sequined, short black dress shined in the glare of the spotlight. You were a star. They wanted a star, they got a star. You brought in the club's most revenue, of course, just from being there, singing and dancing for the crowd. The stares you got from different men irked you, but you trained yourself to ignore them.

The music plays through the speakers, and you take a deep breath. Time to give them what they came for.

"Well, Annie's pretty neat,
She always eats her meat,
And Joe is awful strong,
Bet your life he's puttin' us on-"

It was cathartic, the gaze of the crowd, the feeling singing brought to you.

"Oh, lordy!
Oh, lordy!
You know I need some lovin'!
I'm movin'...
Touch me..."

Whistles erupt from the crowd, and you grin at the cheers. You were a singer like no other, your angelic and heavenly voice a beacon for those who came to hear it.

"John, I'm only dancing!
She turns me on,
But I'm only dancing!
She turns me on,
But don't get me wrong,
I'm only dancing!"

The manager, Dmitri, stands off to the side, silently cheering by pumping his fists in the air. You already knew how much money you'd be earning.

"Oh, shadow love was quick and lean,
Life's a well-thumbed machine,
I saw you watchin' from the stairs,
You're everyone that ever cared-"

More cheers, applaud, whistling--an encore even when the show wasn't over yet. It was absolutely breathtaking.

"Oh, lordy!
Oh, lordy!
You know I need some lovin'!
I'm movin',
Touch me!"

The fun part about the job was the dancing--you'd already watched multiple films involving showgirls, so it was an easy feat to get the crowd rolling in--and the money.

"John, I'm only dancing,
She turns me on,
But I'm only dancing!
She turns me on,
But don't get me wrong,
I'm only dancing!"

As you dance slowly yet to your hearts content for the crowd, your eyes fall on a man you didnt even notice at first, which was interesting considering his height. His tosseled black hair was pulled into a bun, his strong bone structure even more prominent with his hair tied back. He wore this red suit that told you he meant business.