Dark Elf's Good Girl

Chapter 1

Isla

“Get out here!”

The club is full tonight.

     Good. I need the money.

     I’m standing in the changing rooms just to the right of the backstage, which is the catch-all term we use to describe the chaos that takes place away from the main stage.

     Allie, my best friend and fellow dancer, is helping me with my make-up before we both take the stage.

     “I hate nights like these.” Allie sighs, and I know exactly what she means.

     It is raining tonight, but it is hot inside the club. The air feels sticky and uncomfortable.

     Things are always worse in the club when it rains.

     The dark elves who come in on nights like these seek warmth with the girls that they buy for the night. More alcohol is consumed, and fights break out. More fights than usual.

     The club that Allie and I dance at is pretty upmarket compared to the other clubs in the Red District, and not just anyone can get in, but even the wealthiest of dark elves can be assholes.

     Allie and I know this fact quite well.

     “I think I’ll just add some more color to your lips, and some kohl to your eyes,” Allie says as she finishes up my face.

     I have always been terrible at doing my make-up and when I am not working, I prefer to go barefaced.

     But in the club, under the spotlights, make-up is a requirement.

     “Not that you need it,” Allie mutters and I roll my eyes. But a smile stretches across my face anyway.

     “You don’t need make-up either.” I insist as I eye her perfect tawny brown skin and high hazel eyes.

     “Yeah, you say that now. But under those godsdamn spotlights, anyone can look washed out.”

     She finally lets go of my face, which she was clutching for the duration that she did my make-up and takes a step back.

     “What costume are you wearing tonight?” She asks me as she goes over to the mirror and touches up the kohl around her eyes.

     Allie has already been on stage three once. She’ll go on again in a few minutes, while I take stage one.

     “I think,” I go over to the costume rack and rifle through the costumes on the end. “I think I’ll go with the pearl and silver one.” I murmur this more to myself than Allie.

     She answers anyway, even though she knows that I’m more intent on examining the outfit for flaws than I am on the conversation.

     “You’ll look amazing! I’m doing this one.” I turn to look and my jaw drops.

     Allie looks amazing.

     “You look like a Goddess.” I breathe the words. She is wearing a dark, midnight blue dress that has silver thread running through it.

     It has ties in front which, when she pulls it off halfway through her dance, will reveal a midnight blue, lace corset and panties.

     Her skin is radiant beneath the dark, rich, velvety blue, and her curly dark hair coils away from her face like a crown.

     “Thank you!” She squeals happily. “I worked really hard on this.”

     I pull off my clothes as Allie walks out, and then slip into the pearl corset and pair of silver panties. Swathes of silver fabric are attached to the back of the corset and float through the air when I walk.

     I inspect myself in the mirror one last time before I go out onto the stage.

     My body is slightly different from that of the other dancers.

     Instead of being lean and lithe, my body is curvy and soft. Right now, my breasts fill the cups of the corset, almost overflowing. My wide hips and soft, rounded ass stretch out the silver panties.

     My body is my greatest attraction. Because right now, I am the number one performer at the club.

     Which is why I take stage one.

     I pull on a pair of silver heels and dab my lips before blowing myself a kiss and walking out onto the stage.

     My act is simple enough. I start off with the swathes of fabric wrapped around me, covering up my body, while I dance around a chair.

     Slowly but surely, piece by piece, I drop pieces of the fabric, so that they float away from me, revealing my body.

     There are girls dancing on each of the other four stages around me. Dark elves crowd around them, all hoping to buy a girl for the night.

     I haven’t been bought yet. When the club manager realized how popular I was, he raised the price on me to unreasonable heights.

     You’re the star darling, a voice in my head says.

     I smile seductively as I kick the chair away and grab hold of the pole on the stage and vault myself into the air.

     I slide down around it, before stopping in a half split.

     I know that, right now, everyone in the room wants me. And they’ll try to buy me. But I cost way too much for any of them.

     The fact that I am in such high demand raises my confidence even more.

     Soon, the seductive smile on my face is a real one.

     I walk around the stage, and as I do, I rip the fabric off the corset, revealing the lines of my back and the swell of my ass.

     I see him then.

     I think I was conscious of him from the moment I walked out onto the stage.

     But I didn’t give him any heed because he was sitting in the darkness.

     Now though, as I do another walk around the stage, and then drop smoothly to my knees, in time with the music, he gets up and walks towards the stage.

     The dark elf has deep set yellow eyes and black hair that is pulled away from his face.

     I am still on my knees, looking directly at him, examining him even, as he takes a seat closer to the stage.

     When he turns, I can see that his black hair is twisted into a bun at the nape of his neck.

     He settles down comfortably, slowly, in his chair and looks at me then.

     I stand, ready to grab the pole again and slide up and down on it, when he smiles.

     I don’t shiver with fear, the way I want to. Instead, my face remains smooth and devoid of emotion as I swing around the pole again.

     On stage three, Allie has a large audience, and she has removed the corset section of her costume.

     I’ve never revealed my breasts on stage before, and I doubt I ever will, but many of the other girls do it because they earn more for it.

     I can feel his eyes on me. His gaze feels relentless, and I know he is following every move that I make.

     I pull myself to the top of the pole and then grip the pole with my thighs as I arch my back and stare at the ground. I am still holding onto the pole with my hands, and I relax my legs, sliding down the pole and landing in a split again.

     I get up to the sounds of applause, cheering, and raucous whistles.

     The support I get from the patrons of the clubs, especially the regulars, is really good for my confidence.

     I am walking towards the edge of the stage again when I look up and see the dark elf who was staring at me.

     He grins at me, and his smile is frighteningly strange and in the next second, I find myself stumbling slightly.

     I catch myself quickly, but I know that the club manager and club staff would have noticed the mistake.

     They’re everywhere, analyzing all the dancers, and mistakes are not tolerated.

     I keep looking at the dark elf as I finish my act, and I am not sure why I feel so drawn to him.

     I have no feelings towards him – I don't even know his name – but his strange smile is fascinating.

     Don’t mess up again, I tell myself sternly as my hips roll and sway with every step I take.

     You can’t afford to lose this job.

     My life before working at the club was shrouded in darkness. My life before working at the club was filled with emotions I never want to experience again.

     I slip off the stage when the music slows, and the spotlight above the stage goes out. I am the only dancer to occupy stage one.

     Memories of life before the club rush surge up in my mind and I shiver away from them.

     But I cannot.

     There are moments when the horrors of my past catch up with me because I’ve been running from them for years. I come to a stop, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. And for a moment, I allow myself to remember.

     I only became a dancer because my mother and sister both died from an illness.

     We were poor even before they died, and we used to hawk our wares close to the entrance to the Red District.

     I was only a teenager when I started getting attention from human adult men, and even dark elves, because of my body.

     Becoming a dancer was my only option. I couldn’t live with the idea of being bought as a sex slave.

     When I turn around and peek out at the crowd, I can see that that same dark elf, the one with the yellow eyes, is staring at me.

     He smiles again, and my heart flutters with fear.

Is he going to buy me for the night?