Dash Dancing Novels & Stories

Rachel fit right in with the warriors and Mandy proved that she also could contend with the warriors. After the second hour, my body felt like a train had run me over. Derek ran the group through defensive holds, getting the upper hand when your opponent was bigger than you, and a little bit of using my banshee power. Throughout the morning I couldn’t help a feeling of impending doom. Something wasn’t right. Something was coming and whatever it was, I had a feeling my nightmares would come to fruition.

The guys danced seductively around them, shaking their asses, their hands let loose in the air. They continued their dance, and to the old pedagogue, every movement was full of poetry. They advanced, retreated, pirouetted, their arms waving from side to side above their heads, their heads swaying, their body moving to the rhythm, their shades hiding their features, yet seeming to show glimpses of dark, flashing eyes beyond. Pidge gulped the wine instantly and it swirled down her throat...reaching down to her system. She slowly getting under the influence of the party, confidence slowly rising into her.

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.

As the introductions concluded, the orchestra began to play their first dance, and Aiden offered Ashley his hand, guiding her onto the dancefloor. They danced together effortlessly, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Soon, other couples joined them, and the dancefloor filled with the sounds of laughter and feet shuffling to the rhythm. Aiden's gaze never left Ashley as they swayed across the floor, his eyes filled with admiration and affection. Ashley felt like a queen as she floated across the dancefloor with him, her heart fluttering at his every touch.

I knew I would be a total disaster on the dance floor. But Ambrose was encouraging and kind as he put classical music on the sound system and took my hand. “We will begin with something easy,” he declared. “It’s called a Waltz. A Waltz is the easiest dance to learn because it is a slow, smooth dance with only four steps.” As the familiar music played, “da da da da da, dum dum, dum dum, dum dum,” Ambrose tried to lead me around the dance floor. But on the second turn, I stepped on his foot so hard he yelped in pain.

Taesha let herself be free, stretching her arms above her head as she sways her hips to the beat. Taesha closed her eyes and began to move against him. She was dancing like fire. Taesha's long black silky hair swayed and fanned against his shoulder and chest. The dress pulled and tugged against the gentle curves of her body. Dexter sees this sexy sheen glow against her arms and legs, turning up his heat.

I can't help but smile back as he gently lowers me back to the ground, and we move in perfect sync. When I was getting dressed to come here, I never imagined or planned to dance a waltz. Surprisingly, my outfit, consisting of a high-waisted black tulle skirt, a cropped white top with thick straps that conceals my tattoo while leaving part of my midriff exposed, and dark blue fine-heeled combat boots, matches the style of dance perfectly.

Avila wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she slid down the stripper pole for the fifth time that night. It was exhausting! The club was packed, and she could feel the eyes of the customers on her as she danced to the beat of the music. She tried to ignore the lewd comments and catcalls, focusing instead on the money that was being thrown at her feet. It was the only thing that made the job bearable and worth it. It was the only thing still pushing her to grind and rock her body on the tall pole - the money.

The dance floor was a living thing, packed tight, sweat and perfume and pure chaos. Heads turned. One by one, then all at once. I walked straight into the middle of it, platforms stomping in perfect time with the drop, hips rolling, arms up, hair whipping. The straps of the dress shifted with every move, flashing skin, teasing, daring anyone to look away. I danced like I was trying to kill something. Like I was trying to fuck the pain right out of my chest. Like every beat was Adrian’s name and I was grinding it into the floor until it disappeared.

Daisy leans over and shouts in my ear, " Wanna dance?" " No, but go ahead," I answer. She pouts and shakes her head, " Please. I don't want to dance with just anybody," she gets up, extends her hand toward me, and drags me to the dance floor. Reaching the dancefloor, we move our bodies to an upbeat song. I'm smiling as we dance and have fun. The colored lights and the white foam make it better.