Gloria Madagascar Dancing Novels & Stories

About the promise I had made to master my energy while dancing. “Something with a strong beat.” I replied. “Intense. Hypnotic.” “Closer again?” “No.” I shook my head. “Something different. Something that makes everyone stop breathing.” Jess scrolled through the playlist and selected “Glory Box” by Portishead. The first chords filled the room — slow, dragging, loaded with an almost painful sensuality. “This one.” She said. “This one.” I confirmed. We danced a little in the living room, testing movements, laughing when Nox tried to “hunt” our feet.

I rush over to my phone and turn the music off. “What are y’all doing in here?” I ask breathlessly. “We were going to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie before dinner, but when we knocked you didn’t answer. "Holy Shit, Divina! We had no idea you could dance like that!” Gloria all but yelled at me. “Oh. I’ve been dancing since I was three. It’s my stress reliever and I just wanted to dance them away after today.” I say nervously. They are going to think I am such a dork.

She looked at me with a mischievous smile, before clicking on ‘play. The next moment, Hips Don’t Lie, by Shakira, began to play and I was stunned at Elo’s dance steps. The way she moved her hips was unbelievable. Slowly and carefully, my mum’s wrapper slid off her smooth body. Elo’s body moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. I couldn’t get my eyes off her hips, waist and buttocks. Her dancing was so mesmerizing. The ‘spell’ of Elo’s dancing upon me suddenly lost effect, the moment the music came to an end.

Blaze exclaimed extremely happy. Quickly she located Fabien’s stereo system and shoved the first disk she found into the tray. As the ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum’ from ‘The Nutcracker’ poured into the room, she danced toward Margot and held out her hands. Her excitement faltered as Margot simply sat staring at her. Then, slowly, Margot lifted her hands toward Blaze’s and allowed Blaze to pull her to her feet. Blaze stepped from side to side, encouraging Margot to copy her.

My mind swirled with dizziness, and I tried to get up off the floor, my hands stumbling on Jonah's chest and keeping me down. "I can't believe you really fell for it," Gloria sneered, cracking her neck and pulling her long hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. "You're so weak, falling for that pitiful act. "Oh, poor Gloria, who's been traumatized and abused, who lost Dwight and won't ever find happiness again. Boo hoo', ha! It was almost too easy." She half shifted her claws, dragging them along a surgical table near the wall to sharpen them as she stalked toward me.

Stupid assed mafias, thinking that drinking expensive bottles of scotch makes them classy. I take a deep breath and let my hands roam my body as the song 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga begins to play. My hips move from left to right,as the tempo of the music rises. I slowly unzip the short dress I'm wearing, and slide it off my body. Hector's eyes are glued to me,as he places his drink on the table. I can see the lust in his eyes,and it sickens me. I slowly slide the dress to the ground,and begin to spin around the pole. I have to get his trust that I am completely harmless to get through his last defence. The music is slowly increasing its tempo,making me move faster and faster.

Mahira was enjoying the music and leaned back on the support that body which held her gave her, the ambience was dark, the hand that held her grabbed her palm and in one abrupt movement whirled her around, tugging her and held her closer to his chest, Mahira didn’t object as she laughed on being whirled around, trying to find her balance, as the music changed to Ricky Martin The man had a strong and sturdy physique and stood tall, holding her firmly, she looked up at him but couldn’t see his face due to the dark ambience, soon they broke into a dance, he held her, pushed and pulled her, twirled her around as she laughed away to glory, dropping and lifting her in mind blowing lifts, Mahira wa

She whispered in my ears and bring me inside. I was shock when a loud sound of music surrounds my ears as we enter the club, it was a dim light, and a lot of men are shouting at the girl dancing in front. She’s not wearing anything while dancing, “Mrs. Gladice what is she doing??” I ask out of the blue, Mrs. Gladice stop and lean close to my face and whispered. “She’s entertaining the guys to earn a lot of Money and that will be your job starting from now on.” She said.

He said with anger laced in his voice, as he made her watch a video of months ago, where she was in a skirt that barely covered her bum, a short top bra and stockings, lap dancing one of her fans. "That was Ida, this is Maddison Mr. Corbin" Ida tried to get away from but he pushed her back to him, bringing her to sit on his laps. "Then do what Ida did here Maddie, a beautiful exotic dance and a lap dance," His voice husky, bitting gently on the tip of her ear, his hand behind her butt, giving it a little squeeze, "Get into that cloth now Maddie" He added releasing Ida, who felt butterflies in her tummy, with the way he bit the tip of her ear, and grabbed her butt.

One of their leaders jumped in front of us and bowed. We applaud Gracefully in honor of Mr. Mord. After that, the dancers returned to where they first emerged. Master Mord nodded happily. After that, he stepped forward to announce that the dance was about to begin. “Please get ready, Ladies and Gentlemen!” I was exhausted. The meditation session I just had required me to drink an herb made from very rare plants and animal skins. That would make me approachable as long as I still had enough strength to hold it all in.