Novel & Cerita Nine Ladies Dancing

Cynthia forced her out of the gown and found it hard to remove her bra and panties as she refused to comply with her willingly. The older lady hissed and pushed her to the line with the other girls. Miss Lola snapped her fingers and soft music filled the background, the lights swiftly switched to more beautiful, colourful and dimmy lights. The show started. One after the other, the girls danced seductively towards the men, they picked plastic cards that bear different numbers ranging from one to seventeen.

He doesn't have time to protest, as Giovanni's wife is already showing off her extremely sexy black lingerie. Asher swallows dry as she walks to the stage, followed by Lisette in equally sexy lingerie. The two girls are already taking the stage and joining the other girls in dancing, which leaves everyone simply fascinated. As the other women still wear their masks, Eleonor and Lisette stand out for their boldness and exposed faces.

"Jine mera dil luteya..aahaa.." Our group screamed and sang the song as we danced in the stage. Our group consisted all the ladies from the bride's and from the groom's side. We swayed our body like we were the dancing sensations. Even the middle generation and the older, danced like Mithun daa. Dadi, she was like a bomb today. Dressed in her cream color banarasi saree, she aced the floor with her cool moves and we cheered for her.

"What ever are you doing standing here? It has to be so dull. We're going to have some dancing, and you must dance with us both. Though me first." "I'm the oldest," Kitty insisted. "You could dance with Denny. But really, Colonel, you must come with us. We need an extra man." "Kitty, Lydia, please," Elizabeth tried admonishing them. "Oh, la, Lizzy, don't be dull. You and Mr. Darcy could come with us. This is supposed to be a celebration. Come along Colonel; you'll have so much more fun with us." Lydia grabbed one of the Colonel's arms and Kitty the other, and they nearly dragged the Colonel away, though Darcy believed that Fitzwilliam wanted to escape from his displeasure.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

The ladies were bare foot on the dance floor all linked in a circle sing loudly to dancing queen whilst topless waiters stood nearby a little bemused holding trays of Tequila. "Doris?" Alpha George called in a shocked tone and an older lady in a pink skirt and matching suit top looked his way her carefully pined grey hair was falling lose from her prestine up do. "Oh my George, my mate is here" she informed the other ladies loudly. "Fifty years with my George I am." She giggled. "Oh you know what that means." Poppy shouted wickedly with a twinkle of mischief in her eye and the butlers rushed forward each lady grabbed a Tequila shot as we confusedly took one from the offered tray .

I didn't know what exactly they had discussed about me but I stood there as the decoration wife I was meant to be. "You are truly a Belle." Nick said and turned to introduce the lady beside him, who gave Christian a peck immediately she saw him. "This is Natasha, Belle." He introduced her. "My wife." I nodded at the very tall woman and she acknowledged me too. "It's very nice to meet you Belle." She said. "We've surely heard a lot about you." I smiled, wondering what exactly Christian had said to them about me. After a few more conversations, Nick dragged his laughing wife to the dance floor and I wondered if their marriage was also a fake like mine. If they were only being actors too on a s

Someone who taught waltz to wealthy widows in a quiet Abuja studio and pretended that survival was enough. "Zara?" She blinked. Mrs Adeleke was staring at her, concern creasing the powder on her forehead. The other three women in the class had stopped dancing too, their faces a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. They were all dressed in black, as if mourning had become a uniform. Mrs Balogun, the youngest of them, was frowning at her watch. Mrs Eze, the oldest, was fanning herself with a silk handkerchief that probably cost more than Zara's rent.

Boys dressed in loose jeans and many of them showing off their arm tattoos with sleeveless tops, despite the cold weather, moved in sync with the three of us. The dance floor was crowded with moving bodies, almost pressing each other, and it was hard to see who was dancing with whom. Many hats with visors and big chains paraded around me as my surroundings became a hot blur. Like I was in a fog of people and lights, alike a fast train passing through the city at night. Desperate for some space to move, I got up on an empty table. Linda joined me, dancing seductively with me with her eyes on Tina. Thinking it was harmless, I mimicked my best friend, satisfied with how good we must have looked

JESSICA POV I forced myself through the crowd to have a peek of what was making the crowd scream and clap. It turns out to be female dancers, wearing just a bra and short pants that could barely cover their knees. They were dancing seductively to the slow tune of the music. No one seems to have noticed me because their eyes were lingered at the beautiful ladies, squirming and flaunting their assets.