Sans Dancing Novels & Stories

I answered without a second's thought. The music began. Lorenzo held out his hand. He smirked. "Then, free woman, care to dance with the devil?" I placed my hand in his. His grip was warm, steady. None of Colter's crushing force. On the dance floor, we moved as one, two black swans weaving through the crowd. His hand rested lightly on my waist, my body close to his chest. It was the first time in six years I'd felt this kind of equal intimacy.

We all wore robes on our bikinis; we don't want to show them what's beneath now. "Come on, take those shit off," Isaac whined, and I chuckled. Not now, baby boy; you'll have to wait. We all entered the car, and off we went to the venue. I really can't wait to see our work shine. We got to the venue, and damn! I could only hear a little bit due to how loud the music was blasting. Dante was already giving us some insane moves as we stepped out of the car. Have I ever mentioned that Dante id a god when it comes to dance? He can break dance, body isolate, twerk, waltz, robot dance... there's no dance I know I've not seen him dance. He gets really wild while dancing... don't even let me talk abou

Melissa cried all through, getting to put a lot of makeup on her face made her look less of a lost drunk girl. About thirty minutes to their dance, Jake her partner decided to take their intro routine with her. "We are dancing FADED by Alen walker, not Salsa!" Jake said in surprise as Melissa missed the step again "You are not yourself, Melissa" Jake whispered as Melissa danced to him. According to the dance, they spilled and walked towards each other slowly on their toes.

Double dose was the code that meant only one thing: Climb on the counter and attract more customers using the minimum of nudity that will not cause embarrassment. Not that my friend wasn't good enough to stay focused on her curvy body, but some customers used to be too smart to just watch and go back to the dance floor, without consuming, without falling into the vicious cycle and contributing to the nightclub's monetary system. That's when I acted. Knowing how to dance or not, my function changed to agile with my fingers, to professional dancer in seconds. For this, I had the few steps that Kendall taught me, and my vague skill in Just Dance, the rest fell to the fertile and dirty imaginati

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

Giselle A new fucking life. When I landed in Chicago, I needed work that didn’t come with background checks or nosy questions. So here I am—waitress slash dancer at a club where real names are about as common as uNicholasrns. Perfect cover for someone who technically doesn’t exist anymore. It wasn’t exactly my childhood dream, but life’s funny that way. Music and dancing used to be my escape—contemporary dance where every movement told a story without needing words. Now I’m telling a different kind of story, and honestly? The audience seems pretty entertained.

The man paused briefly, then nodded and smiled, saying, “Yes, You’re right. My name is Cassian Blackwood.” I shook hands with him, “Hello, I’m Seraphina Vance. I accompanied my sister to study fine arts here for two years, but it’s been so long since I’ve painted.” I laughed at myself, “I’ve probably almost forgotten everything.” Cassian just held up a hand slightly, as if to say no.‌

I raised my brows, placing my empty glass down and clearing my throat. “Lia,” I answered. “What’s yours?” “They call me D.” “Well D,” I said placing extra emphasis on his... name. “Would you like to dance?” He shook his head, looking over the glass that I had finished. “I don’t dance,” he declared. “Besides, I’ve seen what happens to men that join you for a dance.” I rolled my eyes at him. “I’d rather much like to continue talking to you.” “Lia!”

Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

Screw them, the thought runs through my head. I didn’t bow down and follow my parent’s orders, and there is no chance in hell I will with these guys. So, I walk to the table, the guy smiling at me slightly. I’m just like every other woman, right? So, they won’t give a shit. Standing on the table, I begin dancing, slowly beginning to remove my clothes. “Get the fuck down!” I turn and smile at Dante. “Fuck you!” I turn away from him and continue dancing. He grabs my leg.