Bossun Sket Dance Novels & Stories

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.

Rolling my eyes, I pressed my code on the lock and started to bring out my skating gear, readying myself for practice, “I had some business to attend to.” “Business?” He frowned deeply, “You’re flunking on school kid. I know Hockey is your life, heck it’s mine too but you need a minimum of Atleast 3.0 to keep playing. You need to create a balance Jace, the school thinks of you as it’s savior but there are some rules you just can’t break.” My frown seeped even deeper, “It’s just a class to make up for extra credit. I’ll do my best coach, it won’t happen again.”

We sit at the bar drinking champagne and Bonnie grabs another bottle - she really was testing this free drinks promotion! Bonnie struts to the dancefloor, I watch her from my seat laughing at her funky dance moves and she beckons me to go up to her excitedly. I join her and we dance arm in arm like a couple mimicking a tango, Bonnie nicks a flower from a vase and holds it in her mouth between her teeth. Then we move onto a waltz ,where we take turns to spin each other falling over from dizziness. Other people around us start to look at us like they fear for their safety so make the wise decision to vacate the dancefloor.

she said, her voice suddenly sugary-sweet. Vikron's brows lifted slightly. In five years—five whole showcases, he had never done the alpha dance. Not once. He always refused. But now he turned back to Camille. “Tell them to increase the music,” he murmured, eyes locked on her. “I’ll be having the dance tonight.” Skyla’s face drained of color. "What?" He wasn’t just going to dance in front of the entire pack. Because of her! Because of Camille? Skyla's heart sank.

"The elders are watching, Boss. I believe custom dictates that I get the first dance." Amora smiled faintly, placing her hand in his. "Just don't step on my toes, Alpha." Oscar led her to the center of the dirt clearing, right between the two largest bonfires. The pack members cheered as they began to move to the slow, heavy rhythm of the drums. Dancing with Oscar was easy. He moved with a grounded, predictable strength. He held her securely, keeping a respectful distance, his presence acting like a shield against the rest of the world.

“It’s a shoe.” “Congratulations,” I muttered, wiggling my hand in a silent demand that he return the sketch. “You recognize basic objects. I’m so impressed. Now give it back.” But he kept staring, tilting his head from one side to the other. “Open toe, chunky heel platform with buckles,” he murmured. “Interesting.” Pointing out one part, he said, “You went with an ankle strap instead of t-strap.”

“Do you dance, Shannon?” “I tango. My granna is a ballroom instructor. It's my favorite dance.” “That's a shame. I waltz. But perhaps, we can make it work.” Skeletons emerged from the trees, dressed in orchestral attire. One plucked a violin. They ringed the decaying court. Their maestro surmounted a stump, then struck the band to life. Samael whisked us away to the center. “Will you follow, maggot, or lead?”

he quickly added in front of Isabelle. "Let's just dance!" Jeff changed the subject, extending his hand to Japs. "I like that!" he said, standing up and heading towards the dance floor. Zack and Clara followed suit. "I'll take the chance, can I dance with you?" Skye asked Isabelle with a casual smile, to which she shrugged before standing up. "Don't worry, dude, I'll behave," he assured Dawzon with a smirk. The three of us were left sitting quietly, none of us wanting to speak.

I simply looked around to check where the cameras could be as the waitress had said that we were being watched and only when the boss approves of us to be here would we get the chance to be entertained with wanting to do business with them in the club. I was not surprised when Skye sassed back at the lady wearing jean fabric short shorts. Underneath her shorts was a fishnet stockings and with her curvy body she would sway her hips every time she made a step, just like a cat. “If it’s not the boss, forget it!” Skye said with a lopsided smile.

and the skills. I was often awed by the way he plowed Jay. Like Heck! He knew what he was doing, and his stamina was out of this world. He knew how to manipulate Jay’s body perfectly, play it in accordance to his song and just make him dance, and dance and dance with so much pleasure. Every time after our little play, Jay’s the one who always looked drained, exhausted, sated nice and well. And if I were to be honest, I so wanted to experience that.