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Bodies In Motion | Chapters 1-3 |
Chapter 1 | Bryce sat facing the mirror, seeing a clean shaven head and a chiseled, good looking face. He had gorgeous brown eyes that lit up when he smiled and a set of full lips that begged to be kissed. He stood, adjusting the waistband of his briefs, his manhood clearly visible through the thin, silk material. His tall, brown body glowed in the brightly lit dressing room. He began a series of body flexing to limber his body up for his upcoming, on-stage performance. His strong, muscular body was elegant in movement, as he rotated his head around in circles, hunched his shoulders, swung his arms and legs back and forth, loosening up. He was ready, but he had a while to wait before he went on stage. He could hear the chatter and laughter of the other dancers as they prepared for their individual acts. He decided to go backstage and watch for the new girl, this would be the first night she danced and she was scheduled to be the first dancer. He would be dancing after she was done. He peeked from behind the curtain, to survey the gathering crowd. Club XTC catered to a mixed ethnic crowd and the dancers were also. He could see the tables filling up and in the back of the room a gold and silver bar was already filled with seated patrons. There was also a dance floor where dancing was permitted when the dancers weren?t onstage. He could see the waiters and waitresses moving from table to table taking food and drink orders. A few couples were on the dance floor now, slow dancing from Maxi Priest?s Bonafide CD, the song ?Space in My Heart?. He let the curtain drop back into place and as he turned he saw a quick flash of color rush pass him. He got a whiff of perfume that made his nostrils flare and his shaft harden. ?What the hell was that?? Bryce said out loud, talking to no one in particular. He shrugged his shoulders and moved so he had a good view of the stage. The lights in the club had dimmed, letting the crowd know that the show was about to start. He could see someone standing just behind the curtains, waiting for them to open, but since the stage lights weren?t on yet, he could hardly see. He could hear the announcer, greeting tonight?s guests and thanking them for patronizing Club XTC. About that time the bright and colorful stage lights came on, and as his eyes focused, he saw this very shapely, petite body, posed for the curtain opening. The announcer was informing the patrons that tonight was the first time for this dancer and that she would be dancing from the Emancipation CD by The Artist (formerly known as Prince), the song entitled ?Somebody?s Somebody? and that he wanted them to welcome.............."Sparkle". The curtains opened and she stood there, in a very short dress of red glitter, a slit up both sides of the dress. The dress was held up by thin spaghetti straps. Black sheer stockings and red heels, with glitter at the toe and the heel part of the shoe. Sparkle was an African-American, like hisself, but she had skin the color of caramel, his was a darker hue and his didn't look like it would melt in your mouth, but her's did, smooth and creamy she was. She had long hair too, which she wore loose but from where he stood he couldn?t tell if it was black or dark brown. Earrings dangled from her ears. When the curtain opened, she had one hand on her hip and she strolled out on the runway, hips swinging, to the opening chords of the upbeat music. The slits of the skirt flipping at every step, showing off luscious thighs. She also had one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen. ?Damn? Bryce muttered under his breath. All she did was walk out in front of the crowd and he was almost a basket case. His sex rose and stiffened. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, and the wind knocked out of him. Chapter 2 He stood mesmerized, watching as she got to the end of the runway. Legs spread, hands on her hips, he watched her looked out into the crowd, as her hips moved from side to side. Her attention after that was totally into the music. Her body was like liquid, it flowed in continuous movement. Everything moved, her head, her hair, her upper and lower body, her hands, her legs and feet. Her gyrations were sensual, in no way vulgar, as each movement showed the command she had of all her body parts. The lyrics of The Artist reaching Bryce?s ears, ?I wanna be somebody?s somebody, I wanna belong to someone. I wanna be somebody?s somebody. I want somebody that will do it ?til the job gets done.? She was working it, her caramel colored skin gleamed under the hot lights. All the dancers in the show were good, but this was different, Sparkle was as one with the music. Her movements were timed perfectly to the music, not missing a beat. When The Artist started to recite some of the lyrics in a deep, husky voice, Sparkle was letting her hands roam all over her body. Bryce hadn?t realized he had been holding his breath until he heard a big whoosh leave his body. This was ridiculous, he had seen pretty, even beautiful female dancers before, that could dance just as well. He knew, however, he was trying to fool himself, because this little lady had something else going for her, what it was he didn?t know, but he was determined to find out. As the song came to an end, Sparkle had walked back to the stage the same way she had come out, her exaggerated walk, those hips swinging. She then turned around, facing the audience, legs spread, head back, and one arm held straight up in the air. The curtain closed. For a split second there was dead silence from the audience. Then all of a sudden, thunderous applause could be heard, along with whistles and occasional yeas. Then everyone started chanting encore, encore. The last half of The Artist?s song began again and the curtains opened again and there she was. Not moving from the stage this time, her body moving in place to the beat. The dance was no less sensuous as her first performance. This time the audience were dancing in their seats, clapping in time to the music, just wanting to be a part of it all. As the closing bars were heard, the stage lights started to dim, until the stage was in complete darkness and the curtains closed. Bryce was in a sweat. His hands trembled as he moved them to his face to wipe his forehead. His shaft was fully erect now as he moved into the shadows of backstage. He knew he had to get himself together before he had to go one. There would be a short intermission between acts and right now he was very glad of it, because there would have been no way he could have went out there right now. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself and his racing heartbeats. Then he saw her moving in his direction, smelling her perfume again, and he knew from now on he would always associate it with her. He came out of the shadows and stood in her path. "Hi, just wanted to tell you that you were fantastic out there.? Sparkle stopped abruptly, almost walking into him. ?Thank you, but do you always wait in the darkness like that?? she asked. He laughed nervously, ?No, I just didn?t want to miss seeing you and introducing myself. I?m Bryce, and my stage name is Diamond.? Sparkle looked up at him and smiled, ?Nice to meet you Diamond, I?m Lenice and if you saw the show then you already know my stage name.? Never before having trouble talking to the ladies, Bryce at this moment was speechless. He just stood there and looked at her. ?Well, I?m sorry but I must leave now, have to take a badly needed shower.? Sparkle told him. Diamond still didn?t move, he couldn?t, it was as if all his body parts were suddenly paralyzed. He felt like an idiot when she had to go around him to walk away, because his brain didn?t allow his body to move to let her pass. After she had left, he closed his eyes and willed his body to relax. In those few minutes his whole body had tensed and his breathing was almost nonexistent. He would have to definitely do better than this or he was going to be in big trouble. One of the stagehands came to tell him he had five minutes before curtain and Diamond went to get in position behind the curtain. Before the music started and the curtains opened for his act, he had a flash of what her naked body would look like and wondered if she would have the same effect on him. Then it was time, the curtains opened and he was on. Chapter 3 Sparkle stopped and turned around, waiting for Diamond to get behind the curtain before she retraced her steps. She wanted to see him dance. She vaguely heard the announcer, but she heard the crowd?s reaction to him clearly. Evidently, Diamond was a favorite of theirs, because she could hear the thunderous applause as he was being introduced as the next act. He had chosen the music of R. Kelly?s 12 Play CD, ?Your Body?s Callin? the song from it. Sparkle stood where she had a view of the entire stage and runway. His body was magnificent, he was solid and commanding as he toyed with the audience, the ladies in particular. He began his routine by pretending he was slow dancing with his lover. Sparkle knew that he was giving the audience a mental visualization of what he was doing. Slow dancing to the music and pretending he had a female in his arms. Every woman in the place visualizing it was she that he was dancing with and every man putting himself in Diamond?s place. All eyes were on the movements of his body as it moved seductively against the imagined female form. They also watched his hands as they slid erotically over the illusory female body parts. At the fading chords of the song, Diamond paused, wrapped his arms around his female imaginary and kissed her. The song ended and while the crowd clapped and cheered, Diamond threw long stem, thornless roses out into the audience, from a basket that was placed at his feet. Sparkle shook herself, realizing that she had gotten caught up in the dance too. Imagining that it was her body that his body was moving against and his hands that she felt moving over hers. She shook herself again and knew that these feelings were absurd. She turned to go to the dressing room and met with a naked, sweaty chest. The scent of him intoxicating and when she looked up she knew it would be Diamond. He was grinning down at her. Her heart pounded, she could feel her nipples began to harden, she moved back a little, away from him. ?Couldn?t resist watching me, huh?? Sparkle blushed and knew he saw it, but all she said was ?Just sizing up the competition, that?s all.? Then she quickly walked away, willing her body not to run, which is what she wanted to do, run and hide.. As she retreated, she could hear his loud, booming laughter and knew he was laughing at her and at her lie. Sparkle could still hear his laughter when she reached her dressing room door. She stood there, in the doorway, listening to it, not sounding at all like it would die down anytime soon and she was fuming. She crossed the threshold of the room and with all the power she had, slammed the door on the sound. Diamond had himself a good laugh and watched Sparkle as she stomped off. He felt good inside knowing that she had come back to watch him dance. She was interested, whether it was out of curiosity or for some other reason, it was a start and it was enough for now. He was elated that she felt compelled to lie to him about her real reason for watching him, but she was not a very good liar, since she gave herself away as soon as she blushed. He liked that, he liked it a lot. He started whistling as he made his way to his dressing room, passing Emerald, who stopped him to help with the zipping of her dress. Diamond stopped his whistling to assist her. He turned her around so he could get to the back zipper and with one swift upward movement the zipper was closed. ?Thanks babe? Emerald said as she blew him a kiss. ?I have to hurry, I?m on next? as she scurried down the hallway. ?Anytime sugah? was Diamond?s reply as he resumed his stride and his whistling. He stopped when he reached Sparkle?s door and was debating whether to knock or not, then decided against it. He had pushed his luck enough for one day and anyway there was always tomorrow. With that thought he smiled to himself and walked away. Sparkle, on the other hand was still fuming as she scrubbed her body with the soapy sponge. She was trying to calm down, angry at herself for letting him get to her. She stood under the shower head to rinse the soap from her body as she threw the sponge down. Like some school girl, she had blushed and he had seen it, her face still warm from the embarrassment. But, what had her more agitated than anything, was not knowing whether her embarrassment was actually from the blush he had seen or the images she was still having of his body and hands all over her. It was the blush, it had to be. Diamond wasn?t her type anyway and she left it at that, as she completed her shower. Knowing, in the back of her mind, that she didn?t want to pursue the subject since she had no idea what her type was.
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