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Men in Black
#WritcoStoryPrompt24
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...
Just like her peacock dance,her eyes moved around in search of her friend.But she wasn't there.Only that man,his head tilt to one side as if he was a mannequin with no heartbeat or emotions.But his deep grey eyes were still staring at her slender body,who was tired after such a beautiful gyrate.She tried to ignore him,not to look at him,but her eyes weren't listening to her plans.Once again,her set of green eyes locked with his grey ones,and she felt as if all the energy left from her...
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...
Just like her peacock dance,her eyes moved around in search of her friend.But she wasn't there.Only that man,his head tilt to one side as if he was a mannequin with no heartbeat or emotions.But his deep grey eyes were still staring at her slender body,who was tired after such a beautiful gyrate.She tried to ignore him,not to look at him,but her eyes weren't listening to her plans.Once again,her set of green eyes locked with his grey ones,and she felt as if all the energy left from her...
