Sassy Jazz Dance Costumes Novels & Stories

She’d told me the theme and from there, I’d planned everything else. The party was only a week away, but all the details were sorted out. The theme was 1920s. Dillon had offered up his bar, the Vicious Circle for the night. We were going to deck out the whole place to look like a speak easy. I’d hired a jazz band, and some flapper dancers. The invites instructed guests to come dressed in costumes from the era. I already had my own costume arranged, a short, silver dress with a fringe, fashioned after Roxie from the musical Chicago. I even rented a blonde wig with pin curls.

However, this was all for survival. "I have to get you into your dress, madam, it's almost time," Cassie said to Arianna who stood up and went over to where her dress was hung. As much as she didn't want to meet Big Joe, Cassie was just doing her job. She was dressed in a long emerald green dress that had a beaded off shoulder and accentuated her slim waist. Looking into the mirror, Arianna couldn't believe her appearance, she looked regal and powerful.

Christian had left me a short plaid skirt, white button down shirt, knee high socks, and black leather shoes with matching white bra and panties. The bra was a demi-cup with lots of padding to squeeze my cleavage together and the panties were not much more than a thin slip of material shaped into a thong. To top off the costume I put my hair up in pigtails to look like a proper school girl slut. I began my routine swaying my hips back and forth while walking around the room addressing all of the guys. I winked and flirted as best I could telling everyone hello. By the time I circled back to the center of the room, I began to dance in earnest grinding my hips and pushing my tits to together.

Jaxson said, sliding off her and pulling her to her feet in one fluid motion. The tattered red dress she wore suddenly shimmered, the fabric mending itself and shortening into a provocative, skin-tight gown that left very little to the imagination. Jaxson’s suit returned, but the shirt remained open, revealing the "Blood Bond" mark glowing on his collarbone. "I don't know how to dance a waltz like this," Willa whispered, her voice trembling as the masked figures above began to hiss and cheer.

I'll have a dance competition today, it's quite a busy morning. I prepared some equipment such as a thin and comfortable shirt that I will use for my underwear when I get dressed up later. I didn't forget to put in some make-up equipment, a comb and a corset. The corset is the most important asset for us as dancers. So that the cloth and kebaya that we use can look neat and comfortable to wear. You can't miss it, you can take off my cloth later.

Whatever the northern border message had contained, it seemed to occupy him fully. "Change of plans," the gamma’s assistant, Rhea said as she tossed a garment bag onto the bench beside me. "The festival committee has decided on uniform costumes for the performance. Something about visual cohesion." She rolled her eyes. "Open it." Inside was a dress unlike anything I'd worn since arriving at the palace. The fabric was a deep crimson, light as air and layered in panels that would move with every turn and extension. The bodice was structured but not restrictive, stitched with delicate silver thread that caught the light like scattered stars. It was designed for dancing.

A low jazz trio played from the far corner,piano, bass, brushed drums,soft enough that the notes felt private, meant only for the two people who’d paid to own the night. I stood at the railing for a long minute after the elevator doors closed behind me, wind tugging at my shirt cuffs, trying to remember how to breathe normally. Daniel had texted the dress code earlier: No tie, Dark jacket, Something you feel good in. I’d chosen the charcoal blazer Ruby had found at a second-hand shop last winter,simple cut, good shoulders,and the black shirt he’d bought me after the first time he’d torn one off in his penthouse. No collar tonight. No leash. Just clothes that fit like they belonged to someo

"Thank you, Jack. I knew I could count on you." As they walked towards the gate, Sassy tried to act as normal as possible, but her heart was pounding with nervousness. She couldn't shake off the feeling that people were staring at them, wondering why she was with a muscular, handsome guy like Jack. When they finally reached the gate, Sassy leaned towards Jack and whispered, "Remember, no one can know you're my guard." Jack nodded, grinning in amusement. "Don't worry, Sassy. Your secret is safe with me."

Sighing Courtney says " Look they're taking all of us for granted thinking they're all that. It's time we show them what they lost and they are replaceable. Remember we wanted to get them back and possibly torture them so I thought about this place." "And what exactly are we doing here? I mean I'm definitely getting drunk but I don't think that will really get their attention" Mia says. With a smirk "We are going to dance like these girls showing the guys that we don't take their shit and that we are sexy independent women. I have three cousins working here. They're all dancers so they can lend us some outfits. Trust me they get so many outfits they never get to wear them all. So what do you

I then was able to fall asleep with ease. The next few weeks passed without incident and I finally acquiesced to Mark's repeated request for me to spend a night in one of the elevated dance cages. Mark provided me with a pair of tight black latex assless shorts and a black latex chest harness. The shorts had side zippers for easy removal, along with the standard front zipper and button. I wore a pair of my own black boots to complete the outfit. I had to admit, the shorts felt amazing against my skin and I actually forgot they were assless after a while. I danced to the music as best as I could and moved my body into erotic and sexual poses throughout the night. By the end of the night, I ha