Bailarín Novels & Stories

he told her, and with a deft movement, he took the cell phone from her waist, unlocked it by placing it in Ximena's face, and saved her number as ´sweetheart. She pretended that it bothered him that she was trying to leave without her feet moving. At that moment, the music changed to samba, the famous Lambada, better known as the forbidden dance. He pulled her gently but firmly by the arm, so she would not leave the dance floor, where he forced her to dance to this Brazilian rhythm.

Mira shot me a strange look. "Well, she's definitely got talent", Antonio shrugged out when we were back outside the night sky. "Her dancing is sublime", Mira spoke too. "She is a prima ballerina for a reason that's clear. If someone pushed me down the stairs, you wouldn't catch me on my feet and moving like that only a few weeks after", Mira added. "She is amazing", I agreed running my hand through my hair. "You guys go on to the after party while Elena gets ready at the house, then we will meet you at the restaurant", I suggested.

specifically Diego with an unimpressed expression. “Diego Santiago” my elder brother said with an annoyed tone. “Camila’s second eldest brother” “it’s a pleasure” Roman replied in a cold yet strong voice. “mind if I borrow her for a few minutes?” Diego gave me a sad glance before nodding and walking away. Roman looked st me with an impassive stare. “would you like to dance?” he asked me. I gulped and searched my mind for an excuse. “I don’t know how to; I’m not used to this” I lied smoothly.

Angelina asked professionally with a robot like tune to show him perfectly that she was there for business and nothing else. "Your the famous stripper........Bianca right?"He asked, his tune was deep and icy. "Yes sir" "If that is so, then, I want you to dance for me......"

he winked as he pocketed the phone. “Two boyfriends, huh?” Wesley asked, a smile in his voice. “Yes,” I told him. “I have to keep my options open, you know. Can’t put all of my eggs in one basket,” I said as I stepped into my dressing room. “Isn’t that right Barry?” I added, looking at the wolf stuffy before I set it on the make-up counter. “Barry?” Wesley asked. “Short for Baryshnikov,” I said. “He’s a very famous ballet dancer.”

Conor took my hand and kissed it sweetly. “Alright, Kay. Today we are going to teach you to dance. We have many different types of dances on Zargo. One of the most prominent ones in the aristocracy is the ballroom class. It’s seen as showing off if you have good coordination and flexibility with certain dances. For women, it’s seen as an act of submission as in our society because men are supposed to lead in all of the dances. Of course, Bart and I don’t actually see it like that as we want partners not slaves.” They bumped their fists together on that note. Joanne giggled when they did that.

Not bad" is an exaggeration. I can’t believe I have never come across this place. Best way to relax. What dance do you think that is?” They both looked over at the man as he pretended to miss his step and raised his hand for one of the women to help him up. Celia laughed again and said “Oh, they know what he is doing. And they are allowing him. Oh, I wish life could be just that simple. The dance? I think salsa and a touch of their version of tango. I have never asked them. I enjoy it whenever I see them out here. They have gotten used to me, I would say” she beamed at Reyona as she added. "I could even say I am a part of the group at this point. Their silent admirer.”

Kilaila smiling: “ Dereck plays so well! It has a different rhythm! Debo: “ Everyone is playing at the same time. Cailet: “ Belton plays the harmonica! Ironic Debo: “ Great thing! Kilaila: “ Hahaha Cailet: “ This Núria loves to dance! She doesn't stop dancing! Kataleya: “ She dances for Igor! Cailet: “ It catches everyone’s attention! If I could stop her!

Mahira was enjoying the music and leaned back on the support that body which held her gave her, the ambience was dark, the hand that held her grabbed her palm and in one abrupt movement whirled her around, tugging her and held her closer to his chest, Mahira didn’t object as she laughed on being whirled around, trying to find her balance, as the music changed to Ricky Martin The man had a strong and sturdy physique and stood tall, holding her firmly, she looked up at him but couldn’t see his face due to the dark ambience, soon they broke into a dance, he held her, pushed and pulled her, twirled her around as she laughed away to glory, dropping and lifting her in mind blowing lifts, Mahira wa

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit