Glitch Dance Central Novels & Stories

a the komondor, seeing that both dance crews were set and eager for battle wasted no further time by blowing the symbolic horn which ignited the beginning of every dance battle at the Lighthouse. After sixty minutes of earnest sweat, blood and tears, both teams still remained tied up to a tie. This was the toughest street battle of my career as a dancer. I stared at my team and could see that every one of them drained but just kept fighting hard with the last blood in their veins. Kim, the Asian American, had completely run out of ideas since all his moves were imitated and better danced by a copycat who was specially hired by the Saxons just for this battle, Mark Theon. He was damn good but

They didn’t come with the harmful side effects, addiction included, that other brands did. Felix sunk into a chair, “So, Ben’s here. They’re having an important dinner at Mordecai’s, and I’m almost certain that Grace had a flashback when we went to see the dungeons. Nice work by the way.” My lips twitched, a bit of my irritation eased, “Why are they having dance classes?” “You don’t think it would come in handy to have backup dancers already on staff?” Felix asked, “Besides, they looked like they could use some fun.”

"But no, no we shouldn't. I have work tomorrow and-" "You have a fever scheduled tomorrow, let your company people know, we're going dancing," Grace grabbed Eden's hand and walked out of the bar to grab a taxi. After a few lost memories, Grace found herself dancing at a club with a strange man, and before she knew it, she was making out with him. She wanted to let go and look for Eden but her body wouldn't let her. She felt someone tapping on her shoulder but she was too busy kissing the guy to notice anything else. The tapping got more persistent and aggressive and she had to let go of the guy in annoyance and look at the source. The person she saw almost made her eyes fall out. It was the

A few hours later, Gracie and an entourage of women meet at the country dancehall. There is a live band, people shout to hear one another. It is somewhat dark in the seating or standing areas and carpeted walkways. The bars are lit up, beer stations are sporadically located through the dancehall. There are cocktail servers walking around with test tube shots. The dance floor is lit up by overhead lighting. The dance floor features a bar that people can stand and dance on. Gracie and her friends get shots! She chooses butterscotch and Bailey’s, then a shot of tequila rose! After two rounds of shots at, they all order a regular drink. Gracie asked for a vodka and cranberry with lime. The clust

the MC shouted into his wireless mic, bowing low, “To initiate our royal festivities, the Cho family has flown in the principal dancers of the National Ballet to perform the dance, Midnight Elves! Please enjoy the show!” Immediately, the elegant ballet performance began as the dancers began leaping effortlessly across a stage lined with artificial mist. But as the show played out, Eleanor noticed that Brittany’s entire group, including the birthday girl Amy, looked completely distracted. They were huddled tightly over their smartphones, typing frantically and sharing hidden glances.

Angel swayed her hips to the heavy bass, the stage lights burning hot on her tanned skin. She wore a tiny black thong and a sparkly bra that barely held her full tits. At twenty-two, she’d been dancing at Club Velvet for six months. It paid the bills and made her feel powerful — until the night Mavin walked in.

The intricate gold mask, a different design from the previous week – this one resembling a stylized, winged creature – still concealed the upper half of my face, offering that crucial sliver of anonymity, a fragile barrier between the leering eyes and the raw vulnerability I fought so hard to suppress. The music swelled, a haunting, almost melancholic melody that gradually built into a powerful, rhythmic beat, a primal pulse that resonated deep within me. I moved with a newfound fluidity and precision, the countless hours of forced practice under Devlin's watchful eye having honed my movements, etching the choreography into my muscle memory. There was a narrative woven into the dance I perfo

I should have danced with someone else and kept my options open. The song comes to an end and Fiadh stops twirling right in front of our designated spot. Her Glortinon dance partner disappears quickly and I watch her for a second. She seems so small and timid when she is alone and it hurts my heart when I see it. She has suffered a great deal in her short life and remained sweet. Fiadh looks over her shoulder at me suddenly and I smile before closing the space between us. "How was your dance," I ask while trying to keep the image of Cull with the Kea out of my mind.

Walking toward my husband, Closer by Nine Inch Nails fills the room, and I begin. I’ve never given a lap dance before or witnessed one at a strip club. I have watched several shows containing them, so I harness my inner goddess and begin. I sway my hips slowly from side to side then forward and back, side to side and forward and back again. I bend at the waist, keeping my legs straight, and slap the floor between my feet. I look to Carson between my legs. Slowly, I slide my hands up my legs as I return to a standing position.

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