Tails Dance Novels & Stories

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you this evening. We would like to showcase the talent and unity of our school community by presenting a beautiful dance performance by two extraordinary mothers. Please give a warm welcome to Maria and Li-lah!" As Ms. Rodriguez's voice echoed through the hall, the spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating Maria, resplendent in a vibrant red bachata dance dress. Her slender figure exuded confidence as she stood tall and poised, ready for the performance. Next to her, Li-lah stood in a sharp suit, her hair neatly styled and her demeanor exuding strength. As the music began to play, the crowd was transported into a world of mesmerizing moveme

Under the bright lights, Taylah’s refined features seemed overshadowed by his towering presence. They began to dance, moving perfectly in sync. Soon after, everyone joined in, and the hall was filled with soft music and the rhythm of couples swaying together. Taylah couldn’t believe this day had come into her life.

He would start by watching five of us, and if he was satisfied, the rest would be considered for a future opportunity. The first name he called was mine. Of course, I hadn’t registered with my real name—I used the pseudonym Almendra. I smiled like a little girl, grinning from ear to ear, just because I’d been chosen first. Then he called four more women. We would dance in the order we were selected, so I went first. I chose a very sensual version of the song “Feeling Good” and started moving like a cat trying to catch the attention of the alpha male. I put into practice everything I’d learned in dance class and added a sensuality that had been repressed for far too long.

Also, I have noticed that he calls me Rhadaya now instead of Dahlia. Before my mind can travel elsewhere, a long troop of dancers enter the hall, all females and all dressed in half cut red blouses with black baggy-wrapped trousers and jiggling anklets. They begin dancing and I watch them, allowing their movements to distract me. This is my wedding afterall.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

I can't believe this man. I let out a single laugh and shake my head before I look at the stage again. I breathe out and I went out on the stage. This scene is when I enter together with corps de ballet again. We dance in a parallel position holding each other arms. The color of my tutu dress complements their light olive green tutu dress. Corps de ballet is playing the bride maid role that's why they were always with me whenever I appear on the stage. The performance is successful. No one made a mistake although this the first time Zeneca Ballet perform La Sylphide. Loud claps echo in the whole theater as the show end. And although the curtains on the stage are already close, still I could

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.

I couldn't stop trembling from the pleasure. Henry pulled out a pair of scissors and quickly cut my thong away. The cool air only made my sex feel even hotter. I stared at Henry in shock. Wasn't this too revealing? No matter what, I was still his client. How could he be so rude? Sensing my confusion, he said, "Relax. This allows better circulation, and the negative energy within your body can be released." I felt a mix of shyness and fear. Henry gently rested his hand on me to reassure me as the tingling sensation kept surging through me.

- I walked over to her and held out my hand. - No, no. - She tried to run away from me, but I took her by the arm and brought her body towards me. She wouldn't deny me a dance today. - It's not as difficult as you think. - Damien... - I didn't let her argue: - "The tango consists of eight basic steps. At the beginning, you move forward and I move back. How do you know all that? I remember hearing you say that you were no dancer. - She challenged me as I brought her body close to mine to begin.