Dash Dancing Novels & Stories

With the mellow sound of the stereo, she started dancing. She was still holding his hands while she danced. She smiled at him again and lured him to dance with her. He swayed a little just so she wouldn't be upset. They dance along with the sweet music on the stereo but the way she dances has suddenly changed. It became seductive and he felt his need.

The first thing that comes to mind is a girl hopping over my cock but I don't think that is its purpose over there. The lights are kept dim, a mixture of pinks and purple. I hope at least they will lighten up the stage or else you not going to see much of the details that matter. On the far side along the wall, there are several booths that close with curtains, this is where all the private shows and lap dances will happen. We will see if the night will take me there at some stage. Though Dominic can clearly read my mind as he only stares at me, “Boss, you look like you can eat someone alive.”

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

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?

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!

Horr commented from the side. Wilson suddenly felt a wave of heat by his right side and he leaped to his left. Unfortunately for him, Dash was already waiting for him there. The wave of heat was a decoy that Dash used frequently to confuse opponents. It was a very annoying skill because it made his opponents make the wrong judgements. Dash stabbed Wilson's left thigh again. At the exact same spot and twisted his dagger, messing the leg up even more. ######

I look around the room to find Dash shaking his head. Grabbing a new drink from the bar, I walk to the window, shielding us from the crowd, and start scanning the dancing bodies. I was never a good dancer, and that’s okay because dancing is not something a man like me should be seen doing anyway. Couples rubbing their bodies against each other, women trying to provoke men to spend their money on them, and then I see her.

So I hear her voice behind the wall before she entries. Suddenly, the lights explode in front of me, giving me a glimpse of the woman who suddenly appears on the other side of the glass. Mitchell... it really is her. I just can't see her face because she's wearing a pink mask. She's dressed in a different outfit to the one I see her wearing every day. Different from her navy blue suit. She's wearing a dark leather vest. A skirt that comes down to her knees and black tights that cover them. A pink gala mask covers his face and all I can see are his beautiful lips, thin nose and brown hair. Holding a pole dance pole, she begins her elegant performance. Daisy, as she is called here, wraps hers

Nicole spotted me at once and motioned me toward the dance machine. She picked a song, and smiled at me. “Ready to impress?” she asked. Was I ever. Dancing was the perfect way to work off all the stress I’d gathered. Infuriating, overbearing Asher. The music started, and I lost myself to the rhythm. Following the lights dictated on the dance floor and the screen, I added in my own flourish, swaying my hips and moving my arms. When I added a spin, I noticed that watching crowd had doubled in size. A few people cheered my name.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE. ASHANTI'S POV. Tonight I'm back in the off shoulder dress that's showing too much cleavage than it should and ends high above the region I wish it could have ended on . I am once again, almost naked and about to dance for men. Yes, you heard me right. While getting dressed, the servants announced we will be entertaining the men today by dancing for them. I can't even dance to save my life!