Novel & Cerita Dancing Sans

Anaisse Santini's POV There’s no way on God’s green earth I’m going to dance naked in front of a bunch of strangers. Anaisse Santini’s own words came back to haunt her as she stood in the darkened stage wing at Phoenix, the strip joint…er…gentlemen’s club, where her twin sister, Annabelle, usually worked as a featured dancer. Until she broke her leg, anyway.

We all wore robes on our bikinis; we don't want to show them what's beneath now. "Come on, take those shit off," Isaac whined, and I chuckled. Not now, baby boy; you'll have to wait. We all entered the car, and off we went to the venue. I really can't wait to see our work shine. We got to the venue, and damn! I could only hear a little bit due to how loud the music was blasting. Dante was already giving us some insane moves as we stepped out of the car. Have I ever mentioned that Dante id a god when it comes to dance? He can break dance, body isolate, twerk, waltz, robot dance... there's no dance I know I've not seen him dance. He gets really wild while dancing... don't even let me talk abou

Not to mention the free snacks supplied by Lance. There was no customer that lazy Sunday afternoon, so Lance and I munched on chips while watching MTV. Suddenly, they showed the video of "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats. Unconsciously, I was tapping my feet while eating cheese-flavored chips. As if possessed, I started gyrating, twirling, head-spinning and wiggling my hips to the tune of that catchy song. I ignored Lance's perplexed look as he watched me sashayed provocatively around the shop. By the time the song ended, I noticed him staring at me with his mouth open, holding up a chip. "What? Haven't you seen me dance before? You know I'm a good dancer, right?"I asked haughtily. It took

Lisa began, before hitting the clicker, causing some images to enter the blank page of the presentation. These pictures made my eyes grow wide. There were four pictures, and they were of Lisa, but these were not pictures of her at work or on a casual day. No, they were far from professional or decent for that matter. These were pictures of her at play. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt the heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight purple top, scooped low so her large boobs were just pouring out from within. She wore a skirt that barely went below her a*s, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, millimeters away from showi

"Hello my fabulous dancers. My name is Faye and I will become your new dance teacher. We're going to dance like Princesses and princes, like ballerinas and even turn to superheroes on that dance floor!! Let's all pirouette together and make our dance class the most awesome one ever" "Bonjour mes fabuleux danseurs et danseuses. Je m'appelle Faye et je serai votre nouvelle professeure de danse. Nous allons danser comme des princesses et des princes, comme des ballerines, et même nous transformer en super-héros sur cette piste de danse ! Faisons tous des pirouettes ensemble et rendons notre cours de danse le plus incroyable de tous les temps !" the woman on the camera continued, repeating what

Her roommate clapped her on the back “Get yourself dolled up, babe. We’re going dancing.” “What, already?” Natasha brown eyes went wide. “Yeah, Francois is at the club right now... if you impress him, he’ll have you on from tomorrow. It’s a hundred an hour, baby, for noobs. Three hours a day and you’ll make the rent and more.” “But wait...” Natasha’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean by impress him... do I have to do anything... er... indecent.” “Good heavens, girl.” Doreen laughed out loud. “You’re going to dance naked on a table for horny men... if that isn’t indecent enough...”

she forced a smile while fisting her hands on her sides. “OK SILENZIO CLASS !” the dance teacher said while raising her hand. “PAUL AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE STEPS NOW. TRY TO KEEP UP WITH US, OK ?” she said and immediately after the dance room filled with a prompt “YES MA’AM !” “Try not to stomp on my foot,” San mumbled. “And try keeping up with the pace,” I retorted back. “I can assure you that will not be a problem if you do not drop me or take up the whole space,” she rudely snorted.

I said easily. I was grateful for that. The last thing that I needed right now was for him to leave me alone. I don’t want to be stuck with these people. As we were setting in, the Dj called couples in for a dance. Cansil looked at me, and I tried to look away from him. “Are you enjoying yourself, Sira?” He asked calmly. I smiled as I took a sip of wine. “I think it is all right.” He nodded, and we looked around. Tons of people were already on the dance floor, and they were shaking a leg or two, contorting their bodies in a weird way. I sighed as I watched them. They made it look so effortless, but I could never dance like that.

I bet there were so many rich and fucking handsome guys like Shane over there. I walked out of the bathroom, dancing to 'Bad Guy by Billie Eilish' which was playing on my phone. Yeah, I'm a pretty good dancer who loves shaking her ass and whining her tiny waist and because of my dancing skills, so many club owners had offered me a job to dance in their clubs.

“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?”