Dance Central Miss Aubrey Novels & Stories

Aubrey took shower and hurriedly put on her clothes, light make-up and run out. Aubrey reached the luxurious hotel that was furnished in the grand old style with modern high-tech facilities. “She called me but I couldn't see her” She looked around to find her assistant. “AUBREY” she halted when her name was shouted. She turns and her eyes meet with murderous stares. A slim tall girl with a big spectacle and was with her murderous aura ran toward her. “You, troublemaker” She stomps in front of Aubrey. “Ava, Just relax….take a breath” Aubrey smiled nervously as Ava is breathing fast. “How can you sleep till now, How can forget we have press congress about the Movie” she thundered. “Sorry, I fo

Aubrey said and walked away. Soon, Aubrey walked into the sitting room after changing her clothes; she was putting on a black skirt and a blue shirt. She could see Davies gazing at the television and smiling. “Are you okay?” Aubrey said. Davies smiled and said, “Yes, mum. Welcome once again. How was the program?” “It was power-packed, hectic, demanding; just name it,” Aubrey said as she gazed at the television screen. “ I am so sorry, mum. You need to eat something,” Davies said.

"We should go out tonight. There's a new restaurant that just opened. Very expensive, invite only." Before I could answer, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," I called out. Mrs. Charles opened the door. "Mr. Winter, Miss Hayes is here as you requested." "Send her in." Aubree appeared in the doorway. She had changed out of the breakfast dress into another plain black one. Always wearing black. Doesn't she like other colors? The black makes her even paler, if I didn't know better, I would think she was the one with the terminal sickness and not me.

I said and hung up I know what to do... """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" ABBY POV I dress up in a black holster halter mini dress and black small purse in my hand I hail a cab to miles club I walked into the club This is what I want Loud music, dancing, drinks, people I walk to the bar "A shot of tequila please" I said sitting on the bar stool I poured the hot liquid into my mouth

JOY "One of the Browns?" Aubrey asked. “With us as well.” Jordan explained, “We all used to be a group back in high school.” “A group?” I scratched my head and asked, “Does that group include Beau Perez?” “You’ve met Beau?” I nodded at Jordan. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “What did you mean by one of the Browns though?” Aubrey asked, closing the main door and crossing her arms over her chest. "I had a fling with Richard Brown," Misoo admitted, pursing her lips.

She looked like the kind of woman who had never taken public transport in her life. And she reminded Diana of Camille. Her stomach dipped. She stood. She smoothed her dress, flashed a bright smile and walked straight down the aisle toward them. Diana tried not to stiffen. Mikhail did not move. She stopped right beside their seats. “Hi,” she said in a warm, lilting voice. “I am Aubrey. We have not seen you two before.” Diana managed a polite nod. “We joined today.” Aubrey barely looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on Mikhail like she had already decided he was the most interesting thing in the vehicle.

She walked directly up to Stella and respectfully said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hall. I'm Ms. Arnold's assistant, Aubrey Abbott. Ms. Arnold had instructed me to assist you in the handover of The Velvet." Stella observed Aubrey without giving away any emotions. She appeared to be in her thirties or forties with average looks. Her makeup was well done, and she had a professional demeanor. Her expression was composed and did not reveal much. 'This person must be special for Darcie to keep her as a trusted aide,' thought Stella. "Hello, Aubrey. I appreciate your help." "It's my pleasure." Then, Aubrey turned to a man who had been looking at Stella the entire time and said, "Chris, from

Maria suggested that she should ask him to go with her, but something prevented her from calling him. Aubrey started her car and drove to the hotel where the party was held. It was a long drive, a-forty-five-minute drive to be exact. She was thankful for the presence of music in her life, otherwise, the drive would have been boring. She kept humming to River by Bishop Briggs, trying to entertain herself and it somehow worked. She finally parked her car in the hotel's parking lot and she made her way to the hall where the party was held. The place looked great with dark blue walls and the golden decorations. The high tables and the high chairs added more beauty to the huge hall.

“Another was that I’d be perfectly happy being a dance teacher. You don’t know how much I loved choreographing different routines for myself when I was off for my injury, trying to figure out ways to keep my strength up while not overtaxing my ankle.” “There’s not much dance in Aberdeen,” I reminded her. “Then it’s about damn time that someone rented a studio and started teaching people,” Audrey said firmly. She shrugged, grinning suddenly. “Especially since Gabby’s is talking about doing Tuesday swing nights. There’s a whole bunch of people who need some lessons in how not to step on other people’s toes.” I laughed. It really did sound like she had thought this out. “It would be a perfect p

She prepared her ass with the raspberry lube she had borrowed from Jen. Abby called an Uber and headed to the hotel where the auto distributors convention was taking place. The lobby was busy with people coming and going. Abby headed to the bar and ordered a double martini. An attractive man in his mid fifties stepped next to where she was seated. She turned her head. "Hi. I'm Jim. Are you here for the convention?" "Not exactly, just having a drink before I go home. I'm Abby." He smiled and lifted his glass in a toast. She returned the toast and drained the rest of her martini.