Dance Central-angel Novels & Stories

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

She let out a heavy sigh. If Angel had heard about it already, it meant the whole club knew about it, “how is the news always spreading so fast around here?” She thought to herself as she kept on walking. Angel was almost always the last person to hear rumours in the club, as she did not relate to most girls in the club. After cleaning off all that heavy makeup, she got changed into a proper outfit, a short halter neck, and a backless dress.

I asked, going downstairs. "Uh... That's good! Their bacon here is fresh and delicious!" Angelica said excitedly. "Perfect!" I agreed and looked at the dance floor, there were several people now, several couples and several people "hunting". I smiled. "There are lots of people here who can be picked up," I said, smiling. "Ah, it's always good here! If you're looking for some extra fun." Caroline agreed as we approached the counter. "Look, I see it's better!" The bartender came over to serve us.

I try to be quick going up the stairs, but it seems like everyone has decided to get out of their office and cubicle. Angelic smiles at something the DJ says in his ear, away from the microphone. And now she wears a tiara with devil horns. Excellent! I go down the stairs two by two. If Angelic is drunk, this DJ is in serious trouble. And if Angelic is sober, then she's in serious trouble.

The man nodded his head vigorously and went to sit down, taking his suitcase with him. Adrian moved closer to her and he pulled her chair backwards. "Let us move to the sofa." She stood up and followed him to the other sofa. She sat down while Adrian walked towards the fridge at the back corner of the office. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and took two tumblers from the drawer next to the fridge. He walked over to her and placed the bottle and glasses on the table. "Amore, this is Scott. He owns a chain of jewelry stores in the city." He poured a glass for Scott and handed it to him.

Despite his jaw-dropping riches, he barely touched any devices that weren't related to wealth making, but for the past few days, Doreen became oddly interested in his costly phone. “The famous masked ballet, ‘Angel’ what happened to her?” Such a husky and undeniably attractive voice belonged to none other than Doreen and as he questioned his chauffeur without even gazing at him, he curled his lips. Oh? His master has become smitten by videos of the Gracious Angel. Yes — playing on Doreen's phone screen was a video of a ballet dancer. Her moves, steps, body flow, and rhythmic twirls could captivate even the apathetic.

ANGEL Daniel worked from home now. Most days, at least. His study was all dark wood and leather, blueprints spread across a massive desk, his screens glowing with data I didn’t understand. He spent hours there, phone pressed to his ear, his voice shifting between languages I couldn’t follow. I kept finding excuses to interrupt him.

“Private dance for Mr. Mavin. He tips crazy. Don’t fuck it up.” Angel’s heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit booth. Mavin leaned back, legs spread, watching her like a wolf. “Dance for me, Angel,” he said, voice deep and commanding. She started slow, circling her hips, running her hands over her body. She turned, bent over, and shook her ass inches from his face. His scent — expensive cologne and raw man — made her pussy tingle. “Come closer,” he ordered. She straddled his lap, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants. Heat flooded between her legs. Mavin’s hands stayed on the seat, but his eyes devoured her.

The mansion is so empty during the day and glows during the night. “What are we gonna do here?” I asked. “Imagine we are in a ball and we are dancing to a music,” Angelo said. Suddenly a music played on the background like it’s for real. It’s weird that I watched at every corner of the room to find the music. “You can hear it,” he said clicking his hand and in one blink the place turned into a huge space with dominance of gold color. “Did you do this?” I asked confused still frozen with my feet.

The sight of him pleasuring himself elicited a moan from me. “Add another finger, and I’ll tell you,” he bargained. I added another finger which had him groaning. He bit his lip and sped up his pace to match the speed of my thrusts. “The party in New York is being hosted by the Angeloff family this year. It would be the perfect time for us to get his attention. No doubt his children already spilled about who you are. It would be a great opportunity to give him just a little show of your magic. I can then use his own against him and plant the idea of inviting us to a Council meeting where he would be able to use his compulsion on us to make us loyal to him.”