Bossun Sket Dance Novels & Stories

Declan added. “Okay, what type of dances should I know?” “Ballroom and the instructor will teach you how to do a unique Afrikaans dance, the Sokkie.” He replied and excused himself, then left for work. “Do you know how to dance, Aaron?” Sienna asked. “I am fairly decent.” The investigator shrugged. “I love dancing, but I’m probably going to screw up and embarrass myself.” “You’ll be fine. The worst that can happen is that you trip and fall.” Aaron laughed, which made Sienna glare at him. The dance instructor arrived soon after breakfast, and Sienna changed into an athletic outfit.

The next morning, Brandon walked into the living room to find Beth in a pair of black booty shorts and a white t-shirt crop top, with her hair all askew in a messy bun, dancing to a native Italian music, the mop she was using to clean the floor serving as her dance partner. His brows shot up. His eyes sought out the source of the music and true enough, he spotted her phone sat atop a black boom box on the dining table. As his eyes found their way back to her dancing body, a smile began budding on his face. He slunk back into the hallway and leaned against the wall to watch. Beth, oblivious to his presence, fluidly moved her body in time to the beat of the song, twirling her dance partner alo

As I lead him back indoors, I see that Rex and Tony have found themselves, a couple of dance partners of their own. So, we dance to a group of fast songs, samba, mambo, tango, stopping briefly after each one, to catch our breath, before carrying on.

I was on a side stage dancing to the song, ‘Drew Barrymore’ by Bryce Vine when my manager came over to the stage to tell me something. “Celeste, you have a gentleman admirer! The guy requested a dance from you specifically!” Tisha, my boss, told me and pointed the guy out to me.

"Can't argue with the bosses decision." "Good. Let's get going." I chuckled. I led Sunny and chels down to the gym so chels could dance solo. Then we would have to wait for the fight. Sunny turned on the music and let it play. Chels was so nervous, she wasn't use to wearing skimpy clothes or dancing for that matter. But she seen me and she moved with more confidence. "I liked your dance better." Bran whispered in my ear. I elbowed him in the ribs making him wince a bit. "She's good."

I hear my aunt say, and I end up chuckling. "Let's go, let's go." I hear my mother dragging our family out of the ballroom. Joshua steals a kiss from me and presses his waist, spinning our bodies, reversing our positions. His eyes fix on mine. Slowly, his body moves to the rhythm of the romantic and calm music playing in the background, leading me to also move my body, starting a slow dance. "I still can't believe you're really here." "I said I would come, didn't I?"

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

Clara Bennett “Come on,” Ryder said, his voice low and warm as he took my hand. “Let’s dance. I want everyone here to know you’re with me tonight.” I let him lead me onto the crowded dance floor, my sparkling peach dress swishing around my legs with every step. The orchestra was playing a slow, romantic melody that wrapped around us like silk. Ryder pulled me close, one hand settling on my lower back while the other held mine firmly. Being this close to him after everything that had just happened with Victor made my head spin.

"Those bastards are eying your woman's ass." Connor noticed those bachelors who wore expensive and flashy suits. He stood quickly, rushed down to the dance floor, and watched as the crowd got close to Johanna and Keira. The bodyguards tried hard to cover them but the dance floor got crazy as everyone started shouting. While Johanna and Keira were bouncing and swaying their butts, a man was swaying his hips, trying to force the crotches to Johanna's butt.

“Let’s dance and have some fun.” The others nodded, rising in agreement. Boma hesitated, but the excitement and encouragement from Hilda and the others were infectious. “Alright,” she finally agreed, allowing herself to be led to the dance floor. The sultry music filled the club, a sensual rhythm that seemed to pulse through the very air. Boma tried to lose herself in the beat, moving tentatively at first, but gradually gaining confidence as her friends surrounded her. Donovan, from his vantage point in the VIP section, was chatting with Phillip and trying to distract himself from his worries about Boma. But then, as he glanced towards the dance floor, he saw a figure that made him do a doub