Dance Sans Novels & Stories

Amanda was chattering about the party, while Roberth daydreamed about Sarah's smile. -So, Camille said that the party will pay homage to countries and cultures, and we should dress according to a culture that we like... and we should bring a typical dish or drink in addition to being dressed... - Yup... - You must think of something so we can combine love! It will be too perfect, hahahahahaha - Amanda, my queen, you think about the clothes... I'm not very excited for this party in general... - Robert!? Like this? – Amanda felt her face turn red. – Don’t you want to get ready for the biggest party of the semester?

The hands were large, their palms burning with heat, sending electric jolts of warmth through my body. "Don't be scared. It's just a regular dance," one of them whispered. Seeing how lost in the performance Abigail was, I didn't want to disrupt the mood of the stage, so I stayed silent, tacitly allowing them to lead me. I started to move in time with him, his hands resting on my waist, his body pressed tightly against mine. I was surprised by his dancing skills, but the closeness of our positions made me feel uncomfortable. "Focus. Dancing is an art form," he said, noticing my distracted state. He leaned in, his breath close to my ear, and whispered the reminder, punctuating it with a playfu

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

I told him, forcing each word out evenly. He nodded slowly, clearly not believing a single word. "If you say so." The music shifted from soft and romantic back to its lively party beat. Ethan and Dana made their way back to the table, her laughter bubbling louder than before. "That was amazing!" Dana exclaimed, eyes shining as she turned to Ethan. "I’ve never danced like that before!" Before Ethan could respond, Lando leaned back in his chair with a low chuckle. "Really?" he drawled. "That’s hard to believe. I heard you’re quite the party girl, Dana McKinley. Don’t you host those weekend events at your place? Pretty sure you’ve danced to slow romantic music hundreds of times."

“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?”

Harper’s petite 5’2” body looked extra fuckable as she swayed in front of me, her round ass jiggling in her tight dress. Back inside the gym the music was pumping. We danced together, grinding and laughing until the DJ dropped a heavy bass track. That’s when I spotted Douglas leaning against the wall looking miserable. At 25 he was still built like a beast — 6’4”, 250 pounds of solid muscle, towering over my 5’6” frame. “Why aren’t you dancing, big guy?” I asked, already feeling bold from the weed. “Nobody wants to dance with me.” I stepped close, batted my lashes, and took his huge hands. “Then I’m asking. Come dance with your favorite teacher.”

Rin regarded her with a frown, “with all the skills I am convinced you have, I cannot help but ask, why be a dancer? I know the link to your grandmother but surely there is so much more you could do than dance on a stage which would keep you tied to her.” “Gina’s isn’t just a strip club, Rin,” her blue eyes met his as if begging him to understand. “It’s an experience. It’s not just a couple of girls swinging on a pole to sultry music in the hopes of a one note being shoved into their cleavages. The performances are on par with what you would see on the strip. Routines are choreographed and rehearsed with as much dedication as a Cirque de Soleil act. Our shows involve moves, tricks and skills

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Two hours later, Renee emerged, transformed into her dance attire and fully styled. As the music started to play, its notes ringing through the air, Renee gracefully ascended the stage, her long sleeves trailing behind her. As she moved in her red dance dress, the fabric flowed around her like blooming petals, enhancing the rhythm of her dance. Her expressions shifted seamlessly between frowns and smiles, embodying both grace and delicacy. Her classical dance performance was a blend of strength and softness, executed to perfection.