Madison From Abby's Ultimate Dance Competition Novels & Stories

Tristan's hand froze. I barked out a mocking laugh as I buttoned my shirt, watching as he silently adjusted his clothes before he left the room. Music continued to play in the hall. Tristan held Madison's hands as they slowly spun around on the dance floor. The spotlight that shone on them made them look like a match made in heaven. The guests showered them with praises. "Madison is the most beautiful woman among the socialites. I didn't expect her to end up with Mr. Graham."

Maya Cyrus counted the tickets for the second time before putting them into their envelopes. There were five tickets in total and she intended on giving them to her parents, siblings and Wanda at dinner later that day. The tickets were for a production by the American Ballet Theatre where she was a ballerina. Maya's interest in ballet was noticed first by her mother when she was six, and she joined an academy when she was seven. Maya served as an apprentice and joined some of the Ballet Theatre's production as a corps de ballet dancer but when she turned sixteen, she joined the theatre officially.

" Noah’s hand dropped from my back as we both turned. Madison was standing at the edge of the floor. She had managed to clean her dress, her eyes darted from my hand in Noah's then straight to my face. "What do you think you're doing?" Madison asked as she marched toward us, her designer heels clicking against the floor. "I leave the room for five minutes, Noah, and you're dancing with her? In front of everyone? Do you have any idea how this looks?" The tension in the center of the floor changed, heavy and suffocating. Noah’s jaw set, his left arm dropping to his side, though his fingers brushed against mine for a fraction of a second before he pulled away. He stepped slightly in front of

She squeezed them lightly in her palms, a tiny moan escaping her lips. Then, she bent over to take her panties off, throwing them on the couch where her dress was lying. Taking her time, she made her way over to the pole, taking it in her hand and bending over. As if she was dancing for a crowd, Madison started to move her hip up and down, the sound of her clapping ass cheeks filling the room instantly. She touched her toes, imagining Killian behind her with his cock fucking her ass. "Gosh.." she sighed, getting up and leaning on the pole.

There was a plan to execute, and I needed the item Troy was holding. Across the room, I spotted Abby. She was on the dance floor, completely engrossed in the music, her movements wild and carefree as she danced with reckless abandon. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world—yet. Little did she know, that was about to change.

Madison said before being cut off by Trevor. Oh, wait let me guess, then said. You do not have a date yet, do you? It is not just that it is... Madison said before being cut off by Trevor again. Look man it is cool, Trevor said. It is just a homecoming dance. You can save the day. I cannot dance! Madison finally said before Trevor could cut him off a third time. Seriously nude? Then said tilting his head towards Madison. That is what got you so bugged?

I asked, accepting the items gratefully. "Someone who wants to see you succeed," she replied cryptically before leaving the restroom. Feeling a renewed sense of confidence, I changed into the stockings and flats. As I exited the restroom, my feet already feeling relief, I spotted Alex deep in conversation with Noah. I walked over to them, curiosity piqued. "Hey guys," I said, joining their conversation. "Who was that woman who just went into the restroom after me?" Noah looked up from his drink, thinking for a moment before answering. "Ah, that's Abby. She's one of the top favorites to win the competition this year.

I huffed. "You're sure you're okay with me leaving you here?" Brendan cocked his head at me. "As long as Jared is cool with you dancing with his girl?" I looked over at Abby's boyfriend. "I'm fine." Jared nudged Abby. "Go on, honey, I know you want to dance." "Yay!" Abby jumped up and tugged on Brendan's arm. "Come on, come on!"

It was like watching a scene from a movie: beautiful, polished, and completely inaccessible to ordinary people. "Madison," Jackson's voice pulled me back. "Would you like to dance?" I turned to him in surprise. "Here? Now?" "Why not?" He smiled, setting his glass down. I hesitated, glancing back at Alexander and Katherine. Other couples had joined them now, and the dance floor was filled with elegant pairs moving to the orchestral music. "I don't think I can compete with that," I admitted. "Who's competing?" Jackson shrugged. "It's just a dance at a fancy party. No pressure." He extended his hand. "Come on, Madison. Live a little."

By the time Madison declared her ready, she was barely able to stand. Rather than keep her safe, like he promised to do, he leads her to the center of the dance floor next to that aggressive group of college jocks. As she begins to move gracefully to the music, their eyes are all watching, imagining what she must look like with no clothes on at all. My teeth grind into one another as she continues to move like there is nobody else in the world but her and the music. She is so damn hot. I want to pull her close and feel all of her pressed against me as I place my hand under her skirt and...