Dance Academy Tara Webster Novels & Stories

It was for fun for the student, but a trap for Tara. I wanted to say something, but immediately, I looked up, and I saw Tara. She walked in like she owned the place, head high, shoulders back. She wore a short, wine-colored dress that shimmered under the club lights and showed just enough leg to make heads turn. A few guys had already started moving toward her. She didn’t see us, seemed she was searching for her friend. I smirked and nudged Jasper. “Told you.” His jaw tightened. “You sure you still want to go through with this?”

Tamara let out a graceful laugh that screamed fake to me—but I bet I’m the only one who noticed. "Roxy, tone it down. Don’t make her too pretty. Remember what I told you?" Roxy comically clammed his lower lip. "Right." "Uhm… what’s going on?" I asked, glancing between the two of them. "Oh, I forgot to mention. Roxy here is a dance instructor. He’s trained tons of girls in stage presence," Tamara said like she was announcing royalty. "He’ll help you with your performance for the bachelor party."

"Don't say we didn't warn you. You're going to go down on Lauren. And here's the twist - Kelly and I will spank you until Lauren cums." Tara looked at her twin nervously. "You're the only one I've ever gone down on," she said to Kat. "But I'm not losing now." She got up and walked over. Lauren started removing her clothes. "Tara, you'll need to be naked for this, too," Kelly said. "That's part of being spanked." Tara looked surprised but then shrugged and started stripping down. Like Kat, she had better boobs than I ever would have guessed - about the size of softballs - and a completely shaved pussy.

However, Ryan noticed her trepidation. He played music on the speaker device. Forwarding his hand in front of Tara, he asked her for a dance. Tara first, not ready for a dance with him, "O' comes on, Tara!.. It's just a dance!... And anyway you need some time, till Finn does not reach here with Neha…!!!!...", she mutters inside and holds his hand. Ryan takes her to the middle of the hall. Placing her one hand on his broad shoulder, he enfolds her waist with his broad arms, pulling her closed, he slowly moves their steps with rhythm.

Tara entered behind her, along with another woman I didn’t recognize, but I could safely assume that she was another one of Jessica’s cronies. “Can I help you?” I asked, taking a step back. Jessica’s eyes slid over my dress. Her lip curled into a sneer before she met my gaze again. “Oh, honey. You’re not going out there like that,” she said. “Excuse me?” “The Claiming Dance.” She tilted her head. “You’re not ready for it. We thought we’d help.” Tara pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to Jessica. The sharp blades of kitchen scissors caught the light. Panic shot through me, but I swallowed it down, pulling my shoulders back.

Dawn nodded. Tara was surprised that her younger sister would dance the Paso Doble when their workshop had just started only a few days before. She wondered if Dawn would be able to remember it. Then again, she was also surprised that she knew how to play piano and guitar and be able to sing as well. “Will the school provide a makeup artist or hair stylist?” Dawn nodded. “No..” “Ah.. then we’ll hire one..”

I said with a smile. “Yeah, Dan don’t give my friend any idea on abandoning me.” Tara chimed in and we all laughed. I wouldn’t leave Tara alone anyway. She did very well in the academy but the streets are different and I was worried about her. All of a sudden Tara squealed out. “Oh my god, this is my favorite song. Come on guys let's dance.” I looked at Dan and smiled as she grabbed both our hands and dragged us to the dance floor. “Hey, she is your friend.” He said to me. I laughed at him.

She knew that she probably didn't go about things the right way, but she still didn't understand why she wasn't given a chance to try. Is it because she's prettier than me? Jaiden wouldn't care about looks... right? **** "I'm going out for basketball practice! Get home safe!" A young Terrell said, rushing out the door and leaving Tara in the empty classroom. Tara nodded at him as she pulled out a mirror and began to fix up her makeup. She glanced at the piece of paper that hung on the classroom door which said, "8th Grade Dance; Be there or Be square!" Tara smiled, pulling out her phone to look at a picture of a boy on the basketball court. It was Jaiden, with his dark hair dangling over his

"I hope your throat feels better soon. The dance studio is down that hallway, third door on the right." Victoria walked away, fighting to control her rising excitement. After two weeks of surveillance and planning, she was finally inside. The hallways gleamed with the unmistakable shine of money, trophy cases displaying student achievements, artwork in proper frames, technology in every classroom she passed. She found the dance studio easily. Twenty young girls in identical blue leotards were already warming up at the barre, supervised by a teaching assistant who looked relieved when Victoria entered. "Oh thank goodness," the young woman said. "I was worried they weren't finding a substitute

"Today, you’ll get to witness my masterpiece!" And with that, Tara's cocktail performance began. She moved with practiced finesse—shaking, pouring, and spinning with fluid precision. The liquor sparkled under the glow of the fire and the soft light, casting mesmerizing hues that danced like rainbows. The seamless flow of her motions left everyone stunned, mouths agape in silent awe. When she was done, Tara proudly placed five vibrant, jewel-toned cocktails on the table. "There you go. Give them a try!" she said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.