(Viva Los Regalos 2)
A Futuristic Paranormal BDSM Romance
Date Published: October 16, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
Welcome to the Ropacabana, the hottest club in Los Regalos! Here you’ll
find the best BDSM floor show with the most exotically beautiful dancers. For
the right price you can have anything in the Ropacabana — including star of
the show, Salome.
One client wants just that but he only likes to watch. He wants Salome to put
on a private show for him and he’s picked out just the right stud, er, guy for
her to play with. Ropacabana bouncer Tony Fontaine.
Tony doesn’t like the idea of having to put on a sex show as part of his job,
but he loves the idea of learning all of Salome’s intimate secrets.
Salome is more than pleased with Tony as her latest assignment, except for his
habit of trying to look beyond her exotic dancer persona. Can Salome keep it
all professional? Or will she make the biggest mistake someone in her position
can make and fall in love with him?
Excerpt
Copyright ©2026 Isabella Jordan
Salma Fuentes, known in Los Regalos as Salome, made her way offstage, tossing
her crop onto one of the props tables as she went. Jerry, the stagehand,
passed her a bottle of water. Ashley waited to help her into her short robe of
crimson silk since all she was wearing at the moment were her nipple clips,
four-inch stilettos, and diamond studded G-string. The backup dancers trotted
along behind her, the applause beyond the curtains ringing out.
So went another night at the Ropacabana.
“Awesome show, Salome.” Ashley smiled at her. “You looked so beautiful up
there.”
“Thanks.” Salome nodded to the younger woman, hoping she could make it to the
dressing room without being followed.
“Salome?”
Salome didn’t stop, knowing Ashley wasn’t likely to give up until she pled her
case. “Yes?” Might as well get this over with.
“I was hoping to… um… talk to you if I could.” The girl’s tone
revealed her anxiety. “If you have a moment, that is.”
No matter how much ambition she could smell on Ashley, she just couldn’t bring
herself to be rude. She probably should have. Sure, her years in Los Regalos
had made her cynical and jaded. Yet Salome wasn’t so arrogant that she
couldn’t sympathize with the amount of courage it took for Ashley to approach
her.
She was pretty sure she knew what the other woman wanted. It was always the
same thing. Every year it seemed there was a new bright-eyed girl working
backstage at the hottest club in Los Regalos wanting to be the new star.
She herself had once been one of those bright-eyed girls.
“I’ve just got a moment,” Salome told her. “I have a meeting with Hamilton
upstairs in ten minutes.”
Ashley nodded, swallowing visibly in her nervousness. “Well, I was hoping you
could give me some advice. I’ve been working backstage for the last year on
all the shows I could get on with as an assistant. I guess I’m interested in
doing more now. I’m hoping to become a dancer. You know, like you.”
Salome smiled patiently at her, looking her up and down. As far as
wereleopards went, Ashley was a fine specimen. A lovely girl with cocoa
colored skin, gorgeous dark hair, and a thirty-nine inch inseam unless she
missed her guess. Nice slender build but not too skinny. She had large breasts
but not too large. They didn’t look like they’d pull the rest of her willowy
frame over with their weight.
Ashley’s best features were big, dark eyes that were very trusting and open.
Maybe a little too open. Ashley had always been a friendly girl, like a puppy.
If Ashley had been a real bitch, Salome wouldn’t worry so much.
She shook her head. Had the girl already been there for a year? In two more
years Los Regalos would tear Ashley apart no matter what path her future took.
That or it would make Ashley a cynical asshole like she was.
“Why?” she had to ask the younger woman. “Why would you want to do what I do,
Ashley? You’re smart, right? You’re educated.”
Ashley nodded again, wringing her hands in front of her. “Well, I do have a
degree from the real world but… there’s not a lot I can do with that
here.”
“Sure there is.” Salome sat on the edge of her dressing table for a moment,
opening the bottle of water to take a long drink. “You could get an office job
and work for one of the admins. You can make as much money there as you could
doing this. Someone has to keep the books in this place. And trust me, you’d
be a lot happier.”
“Happier? Being a paper pusher? Sure, the money might be good but I’d die if I
had to do that every day. Locked in an office, away from the shows? I could
have done that in the real world. No, I came here to do more.”
“You could still see the shows,” Salome pointed out. “You could afford to come
and see all the shows you wanted.”
Turning to the mirror, Salome hurried to put herself together to meet with her
supervisor. She didn’t have time to change clothes or shower. There was really
little point. He probably had a client he wanted her to fuck waiting up there
right now. If she looked sweaty and disheveled, it was all for the better.
“You don’t think I’d m-make a good dancer?”
Salome took a deep breath. Somehow she knew the girl wouldn’t give up that
easily. Turning back, she took in the girl’s unease as she stood there, her
little hands still busy knotting and unknotting.
“Ashley, I don’t know if you can dance or not. I do see a woman who could do
anything she wanted. I’m just trying to tell you to consider carefully what
you choose.”
The girl’s eyes widened a little at that.
“How old are you?” Salome asked.
“Eighteen.”
It figured. “I was your age when I started dancing up here.”
“You’re still so young and you’re the star here.”
Salome didn’t miss the enthusiasm in the girl’s voice. Enthusiasm was a great
thing but there was something Ashley didn’t quite grasp. “I’m twenty-five.
I’ve been here for eight years and yes, I worked hard to get where I am. But
where I am isn’t exactly what you might think.”
“What’s to think about? Everyone knows who Salome is. Everyone comes here to
see you dance. You look so gorgeous up there, so sexy. That’s what I want. I
don’t mind dancing nude or suggestively. It’s an art, a celebration –”
“There’s a price,” Salome warned.
About the Author
Isabella Jordan is the alter ego of an otherwise stressed out web designer,
programmer, and internet junkie. When she’s not trying to perfect her own
personal caffeine IV drip, she enjoys spending time with her family, doing
volunteer work, and writing. She loves creating new stories of all kinds and
chatting with readers and friends.
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