Sans Dancing Novels & Stories

Give a rat’s ass? “Darn?” she supplied. “Yes. Darn. I don’t give a darn.” His mouth curved. “Now will you please come dance?” It wasn’t like he was fucking dying to dance. Hell, he was a dude. He hated dancing. But the opportunity to press Sarah against him and see those long legs moving in that short skirt? He was totally on board for that. “Well, all righty then,” she said happily. “Lessdance.” She got to her feet and nearly knocked the table over as she stood, and Drake reached out to help her.

His eyes moved from her rigid posture to Jacob's smug expression. Jacob smiled lazily. "Come on, Dee. It's just one dance. I promise I don't bite," he said, throwing in a wink that made her stomach churn. "I said no. Fuck off," Dana snapped. Before either of them could react, she turned and stormed off the dance floor, weaving through the crowd toward the bar. Maddie hurried after her. As soon as they reached the counter and took their seats, Maddie leaned closer. "So… how was it? What was it like dancing with Marcus?"

--- I didn’t reply. Because he wasn’t wrong. And Duncan would know if I pretended otherwise. --- When Duncan returned, his hand slid around my waist again like it never left. He handed me a drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. I drank. It burned. Good. Maybe if it burned long enough, I wouldn’t feel anything else. --- He leaned in again. “Dance with me.” It wasn’t a request. Of course not. Nothing Duncan asked lately had been. --- The ballroom was filled with couples swaying under soft lights.

Slow music starts playing, and some people huddle together to dance while others continue chatting away about their corrupt businesses. "Care for a dance?" Dante stretches his palm toward me. "Uh, I can't dance." I shake my head violently, the strands of hair I left in front of my face swaying. "Come on, you can't be that bad." He leans in, his hand still outstretched. "At the what, the English waltz or whatever it is?" "We're not dancing the waltz." He laughs. I look away, heat creeping up my cheeks.

“One more drink and then we dance!” Another hour and a few drinks later, and I’m shaking my groove thang on the dance floor. Daphne and Viviana are giggling with me. Even Rina seems like a nicer person now. Daphne skips- the girl is literally skipping in high heels- over to Renz. He and Lucas are sitting at a table next to the dance floor, sulking like two kids in the timeout corner. “Renz! Dance with me!” Daphne doesn’t even give him a chance to answer. She drags his giant body onto the dance floor.

“Move. Just move. Feel the music in your bones. It’s yours. This body is yours. This night is yours.” And so, Sienna danced. Awkwardly at first, self-consciously. But Daisy moved with a wild, unselfconscious grace, her eyes closed, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She twirled Sienna, pulled her close, and ground against her to the beat.

I pursed my lips and looked down at my boots. "By all means, continue." I bit my lip as it began to quiver. I'd been wiggling my rump and wiggled it right into him. I wanted to hide inside the ground and never come out again. "Won't you dance for me again, Scarlet?" He teased. I raised my eyes and glared. "The name is Danae! And I wasn't dancing for you!" He cocked his head. "I beg to differ Scarlet, for you were grinding your--"

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

The first thing that comes to mind is a girl hopping over my cock but I don't think that is its purpose over there. The lights are kept dim, a mixture of pinks and purple. I hope at least they will lighten up the stage or else you not going to see much of the details that matter. On the far side along the wall, there are several booths that close with curtains, this is where all the private shows and lap dances will happen. We will see if the night will take me there at some stage. Though Dominic can clearly read my mind as he only stares at me, “Boss, you look like you can eat someone alive.”

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.