And We Dance Dance Dance Novels & Stories

“Come on, let’s dance.” I smile and let her lead me onto the floor. J. Lo’s "Waiting for Tonight" is playing. The constant beat and sensual music flows into my body. Lucy and I wrap our arms around each other and start dancing together. This is something that we do when we dance at clubs or parties. Though it tends to be interpreted the wrong way by guys, it also keeps them away from us.

Naya pulled me away and back towards our table. “All right, girls, one drink, then it’s game time. We need to show these people who that dance floor belongs to.” “CHEERS.” we all yelled together as we clinked glasses and took a swig. Before long, we had finished our drinks and made our way to the dance floor. They were playing high-vibe trance music, the perfect tune to sway to. The girls and I threw ourselves into the music, letting the vibration carry us and our bodies. We rocked, thrust, dipped, and twirled, never stopping until our legs almost died.

With the mellow sound of the stereo, she started dancing. She was still holding his hands while she danced. She smiled at him again and lured him to dance with her. He swayed a little just so she wouldn't be upset. They dance along with the sweet music on the stereo but the way she dances has suddenly changed. It became seductive and he felt his need.

Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion I wanna go dancing, yeah yeah yeah I wanna go dancing I wanna go dancing I wanna go dancing. Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! It's a special occasion

“I don't know, babe. They look like sworn enemies. Anyway… enough about them. Show me those sexy dance moves.” I blush as I glance around, seeing people lost in each other as they vibe to the music. “I can't dance…” I bite my lip as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer. “Neither do I.” He whispers huskily and turns me around so my back is facing his front. “Just swing your hips from side to side and follow the rhythm.” The song playing in the background is David Guetta and Bebe Rexha's 'I'm Good.' It's cheerful and soon, I go with the flow as the song reaches my soul.

Fuck I'm sure as hell that was Cara and Kendall sitting on the couch. "Let loose!" Monique yells in my ear. She pulls me to the dance floor together with the other people dancing, drinking, and sweating. I can't help it anymore I was already dancing to the music, It Was You by Calvin Harris & Firebeatz, and Monique was dancing with me too. I pulled my hands above my head and began to dance sexily, swaying my hips like how a little bitch would dance while Monique dances against me. We danced for a while and we were beginning to have fun now. We danced to a few songs while she kept grabbing some drinks from the waiters that were passing by.

I bet there were so many rich and fucking handsome guys like Shane over there. I walked out of the bathroom, dancing to 'Bad Guy by Billie Eilish' which was playing on my phone. Yeah, I'm a pretty good dancer who loves shaking her ass and whining her tiny waist and because of my dancing skills, so many club owners had offered me a job to dance in their clubs.

I pulled her back into my arms, and she hit my chest as the song started playing again. “You don’t get to dance with other males. Are we fucking clear?” I asked. Her lips parted, then shut. I took her hand in mine and started a waltz. She stepped on my toe, and then quickly apologized. I could feel her palms getting sweaty in my hands, my heart racing when she glanced around the crowd that was watching us. “What’s the name of the song?” I asked, hoping I could distract her. I didn’t know much about music. “Breakaway. One of my favorite songs,” She didn’t hesitate, a smile on her lips as I led her through the dance, making sweeping and graceful turns as everyone left us on the dance floor.

I staggered backwards a bit after his hand made contact with my bare waist; he caught me at the right moment, and I gave him a reassuring smile. Mr. Raymond holds me securely as my feet tower towards the dance spot. Getting there, he spun me around to make us stand face-to-face with each other. His hand snaked to my waist while the other held into my palm tenderly, and we began to dance to the musical rhythm of the classic song by "Hills." "Yop, it's time to get freaky; it's time to get naughty; ooh, it's time to get fucked up." The crowd chorused as the DJ changed the song, thereby declaring a change of dance.

Devon urged as one of our favorite songs started to play on the stereo, the beats so loud that my heart pounded in tune with it, hammering against my ribcage with every drum-beat. The three of us got up from our seats and headed to the dance floor, trying to burst out moves that we didn’t have and yet, no one seemed to care. It was past eleven on a Friday night and the dancefloor was packed with swaying, sweaty bodies, grinding against one another. Having the coolest moves was the least of their problems.