Royalty Dance Studio Novels & Stories

The grand chandeliers above shimmered, casting a golden glow over everything as we stepped into position. Christian’s hand settled on the small of my back, pulling me closer as I looped my arm around his shoulder. His other hand held mine gently but firmly, and as the music swelled, we began to move in perfect sync. The steps of the royal dance were slow, deliberate, every movement designed to reflect grace and elegance.

It's weird that they call it a mating ceremony instead of just saying a wedding, but oh well, with the money they're paying us they can call it whatever the hell they want. Me and my cousins were the owners and operators of JMS Wedding planning and also owners of JMS dance studio for BBW women like us. We mostly dance to sexy sensual, hip-hop, r&b, and even some pop music. We each had our specialty. Mina was hip hop r&b; Shawna was r&b and pop and I do sensual and r&b. We also added self-defense classes with our best friend Lynn, who is a bad ass at everything crossbow, shooting, sword, and martial art. She's BBW as well, we met her in college, and we have been inseparable ever since. She h

I love dancing and painting, I got those skills from my parents but not only that I'm so interested in the business world. I never told my dad about it because I was so scared that he will get sad remembering his past. I also have been saving up so much money to go to college by working as a math tutor in my neighborhood. I'm quite smart to be honest and I love teaching children because they're so cute. Tomorrow will be an exciting day, not only it's my first day as a senior but I can't wait to see my crush, Jason. "Here.. Go buy your favorite bread." Suddenly my father gave me 10 pounds. I looked at him confuse but I took the money.

My chest threatens to burst with the joy in my heart. “So?” I ask. “So..” he says as his hand slowly moves down my butt. “There is a dance studio in here. Designed just for you.” He says. “And me.” “Is it?” I tease. My blood pumps with excitement and the promise of what is to come. He hums. “I even have the costume prepared.” He continues, squeezing my butt firmly. “Oh yeah?” I ask. “You think we can put it to use now?” “I think….”

Rin regarded her with a frown, “with all the skills I am convinced you have, I cannot help but ask, why be a dancer? I know the link to your grandmother but surely there is so much more you could do than dance on a stage which would keep you tied to her.” “Gina’s isn’t just a strip club, Rin,” her blue eyes met his as if begging him to understand. “It’s an experience. It’s not just a couple of girls swinging on a pole to sultry music in the hopes of a one note being shoved into their cleavages. The performances are on par with what you would see on the strip. Routines are choreographed and rehearsed with as much dedication as a Cirque de Soleil act. Our shows involve moves, tricks and skills

*** Pawz, one of the newest additions to the country’s club scene was buzzing. The club, which was hard to get into, could hold up to five hundred people but still managed to feel intimate. It boasted of a restaurant, a café, and three dance floors which had enough space where everyone could dance away all their troubles. Pawz had a stellar reputation for top-notch local and international DJs who dished out scintillating sounds. Packed full with people, amazing music, and pure fun, Pawz was not only the hottest party spot every night of the week, but it was also the perfect environment for a dose of dancing way into the night.

It meant there would be fewer prying eyes watching me practice whatever performance Barra had prepared for Rij. Thank goodness for small mercies. "Miss being in here?" Barra smirked as she noticed me looking around the deserted club. I just smiled at her. After all, this was where my life took a huge turn, the place where I first met Rue. “Let's go to the back stage.” My friend just dragged me at the back and I followed her like an obedient kid. Gosh! There's no turning back now! We came to a stop in front of a room that turned out to be a dance studio. The walls were lined with mirrors, allowing dancers to perfect their moves. Additionally, there were poles scattered around the room, a clea

Tamara let out a graceful laugh that screamed fake to me—but I bet I’m the only one who noticed. "Roxy, tone it down. Don’t make her too pretty. Remember what I told you?" Roxy comically clammed his lower lip. "Right." "Uhm… what’s going on?" I asked, glancing between the two of them. "Oh, I forgot to mention. Roxy here is a dance instructor. He’s trained tons of girls in stage presence," Tamara said like she was announcing royalty. "He’ll help you with your performance for the bachelor party."

"Indeed. The dance is as much about what is seen as what is felt. The length of each interaction, the formality of the exchange, all communicate the crown's favour or displeasure." Buck struggled to imagine Elizabeth maintaining perfect composure through twenty-seven consecutive dances, each laden with political significance. The physical stamina alone would be impressive, not to mention the mental discipline required to navigate each interaction appropriately. "Will we need to learn specific steps?" he asked, suddenly concerned about embarrassing himself—and by extension, his mother and new family, in front of the kingdom's elite. "Master Darian will cover court dance protocols tomorrow aft

The way he humiliated me and drove off like I was an inconvenience. Me. His wife to be. All because of that bitch! “There is a dance today and Ashvin plans on going. One of the female receptionists told me about how strange it was for them to see him buy toys and demand that no one should touch them.” “A dance? What type?” “Ballet is the only dance currently being offered at the academy.” “ I thought that bastard was asthmatic. How can she dance ballet?” “Maybe she will just stand and be some sort of extra while others dance.” Dion said and I laughed.