Dash Dancing Novels & Stories

Melissa cried all through, getting to put a lot of makeup on her face made her look less of a lost drunk girl. About thirty minutes to their dance, Jake her partner decided to take their intro routine with her. "We are dancing FADED by Alen walker, not Salsa!" Jake said in surprise as Melissa missed the step again "You are not yourself, Melissa" Jake whispered as Melissa danced to him. According to the dance, they spilled and walked towards each other slowly on their toes.

EVELESSA "Go again.." I'm back to school again and it's hell all over again because for some reason, Davina is on the war path. The bass drops and I let it take me. My hips roll slow, then sharp. My shoulders snap. My hair whips across my face and I don’t bother fixing it. I feel the wolf under my skin hum in approval. Dance is the only thing that makes my chaos align. “Again!” Coach yells.

She suddenly looked behind her but she didn't see anything. "Who are you?" She asked. "Alyssa," called her name again. It was like a whisper. "My goodness!" Alyssa said in shock, when she turned her head she saw Daisy's face very close to her. Daisy pulled her right hand. "Help us, Alyssa," Daisy said and started dancing. Her costume is like a ballerina. Daisy was beautiful in what she was wearing. She was dancing while holding one of Alyssa's hands which she was also dancing with. She didn't know how to dance but at that time she was with Daisy's every move.

TRINITY. The bass is pounding through my bones when I step onto the main stage. Thursday nights are always packed, but tonight feels different. The energy is charged, electric, and I'm feeding off it as I grab the pole in my signature red set—barely there scraps of lace that leave almost nothing to the imagination. I'm Daisy here. Not Trinity Lambert, graduate student drowning in debt and thesis anxiety. Just Daisy. The lights hit me and I begin to move, letting the music take over. This is the only time I feel completely free—when I'm dancing, when I'm in control, when nothing else matters.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

The moment his eyes landed on me, his jaw tightened. “Miss Lila,” he said, voice controlled but with a rough edge. “You’re pushing the boundaries of appropriate attire again.” I smiled innocently and did a slow spin, letting the dress flare up just enough to flash the lace edge of my panties. “I thought dancers were supposed to wear something that allows freedom of movement, Instructor,” I replied sweetly. “Does this not give you enough… access?” His grey eyes darkened. “On the floor. We’re working on salsa today. Fast rhythm, strong connection, hip movement.”

The dance started about twenty minutes ago. It was a waltz dance where you switch partners with every song. Normally we waiters aren't supposed to be on the dance floor but who cares, it wasn't like anyone was watching besides, I promised to save a dance for Dylan. The song finished and I let go of my partner. He was the fifth man I'd danced with that night and my feet were starting to hurt. The shoes I had on were a size smaller which made it difficult to keep walking around or dancing in them but then again I couldn't pull them off, not when there were disdainful elites at every corner of the room. Besides, I felt that bit wearing shoes would ruin my dress and whole look.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you this evening. We would like to showcase the talent and unity of our school community by presenting a beautiful dance performance by two extraordinary mothers. Please give a warm welcome to Maria and Li-lah!" As Ms. Rodriguez's voice echoed through the hall, the spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating Maria, resplendent in a vibrant red bachata dance dress. Her slender figure exuded confidence as she stood tall and poised, ready for the performance. Next to her, Li-lah stood in a sharp suit, her hair neatly styled and her demeanor exuding strength. As the music began to play, the crowd was transported into a world of mesmerizing moveme

tautly Valerie stepped onto the floor and awed them all with her dancing. She gazed across the lacquered wooden tiles and, with a sudden burst of courage that she hadn’t known she’d possessed, stepped onto the dance floor. As the thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered into her ears, she began to dance. Sliding her right foot back and the other one forward, she dropped low so that her dress brushed the ground, then sprang back up again, so quickly that she got whiplash. She threw her arms out and waved them from side to side, perfectly in tune with the beat, before jumping into the air. Her dress spun around her and for a moment it felt like she was flying … then the ground was beneath

Banged at the dance floor 🍆🍆 Chapter 1: Finger fucked on the dance floor The bass vibrated through my entire body as I stepped into Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive nightclub The dance floor was packed with beautiful bodies moving according to the rhythm. I’d worn my favorite little black dress; short, tight, with a plunging neckline that showed off the curve of my breasts and barely covered the top of my thighs. My long dark hair fell in loose waves down my back, and I could already feel eyes on me as I moved through the crowd.