Private Dance

by Darren Sant

Honey slid down her panties and eyed the punter. She stood over him and casually wrapped a leg around the pole. Six foot four of blonde oiled glistening amazon, completely naked and dripping aggressive sexuality like a pheromone. He was a nervous twitchy little man and she was surprised he'd dared ask for a private dance at all. She leaned down as if to whisper into his ear and in one fluid movement clamped a hand over his mouth and bit deep into his sweet juicy jugular vein. After all, a girl had to eat.


Darren Sant is a writer living in Hull. His proudest works are the Longcroft Tales and a novella called The Bank Manager and the Bum.