Dance To The Distortion Novels & Stories

Find love in a stranger’s arms. I dance to the thumping music, throwing myself into it so I don’t have to think, to feel. The pounding bass drowns out even the pounding of my heart. Hands crawl across my curves from all sides, but I close my eyes and ignore them. I just move, just feel the music, the touches, and revel in not being alone. He left. It echoes through my heart like an accusation, so I down another drink and dance harder, letting the music conceal my fear and pain.

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

His left hand holds her right hand and raises it at shoulder level. After they positioned themselves, they start dancing slowly, moving back and forth one step at a time. Everybody is dancing lively to a disco beat while Ella and Edward continue to dance in a slow dance as if they have a world of their own. They don't care about the people surrounding them. They are only focused on each other dancing in the rhythm of their heartbeat. They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies.

Carlacia said with a note of finality and before I could protest, she was already dragging me to the living room which had been turned into a dance floor. I stood against the swarms of bodies gyrating to the loud music blaring from the speakers. Carlacia and Trevor already found a rhythm and they vibed to 'Nights' by 'Snow tha Product ft W.Darling.' Carlacia smiled at me as she placed a hand on my hips and began making me follow her rhythm. I smiled at her and shook my head at her, but I followed her and soon I was dancing without a care in the world.

asked Lisa as she rolled her shoulders to warm up a little. "Sure thing," nodded Stuart, grabbing the stereo remote from the table beside him and hitting play. Def Leppards 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' blasted out immediately. Lisa paused for a moment, listening to the beat of the music. "Okay," she said at last, nodding her head in time with the song, "I can work with this." With that she threw her arms up above her head and then dropped her whole body into an undulating dance, rolling with the throb of the rock song. Mike and Stuart were immediately still in their seats, their eyes glued to Lisa's rolling hips and thrusting chest. She definently seemed to have earned her reputation as the best

After a few more losses I moved back giving up on the game, he seemed to be enjoying and kept losing once in a while intentionally. The room was full and the music was blasting so loudly. The whole house was a pure mess with the smell of alcohol and perfumes all mixed up together, But I didn’t care, I was living in the moment. A new hit song by Jason Derulo boomed and I moved to the dance hall before tweeting my head and hands ready to do some real dancing. “You are going to embarrass yourself, stop now or forever down in regret,’’ my subconscious called out. “Go to hell, ‘’ I whispered as I pushed my hair back and began moving my body, vigorously, artistically with energy.

He helped me down the stool and without turning to see the look on Harold's face, I allowed Joe to lead me to the dance floor where I was going to shake off some steam. I made sure we stayed in a place that could easily allow Harold to see us without needing to stretch his neck. I didn't want him stressing himself. I danced and moved to the lyrics, rhythm, and beats of Collide by Justine Skye feat Tyga. It was just the kind of song that allowed me the liberty to show off my dance skills, one that involved rocking Joe. I couldn't say if I was enjoying it but because I knew Harold was standing there, watching us, I danced as I had never danced before.

I passed by men dressed in suits, all exuding power that radiated in waves, each clutching women in their arms, whispering words of false promises in their ears, and some young boys dressed in simple white shirt and jeans with their girlfriends or girls they might or might not be cheating on with on their partners. Once I reach the middle of the dance floor, I close my eyes and breathe in deep, chest rising, letting the music crash into me. The bass is loud enough to drown out my thoughts, to shake something loose inside my ribs. I slide the long strap of my bag over my head, freeing my shoulders, my neck, my body. And then I stop resisting.

I thought that I heard a gasp escape my lips as my legs fell out from under me, but it was impossible to tell because the only thing clouding my brain was the thunderous dance music echoing off the walls surrounding me. Realizing that I was now lying face down on a filthy, public dance floor in the middle of a crowded club with no one offering to help me up, I managed to force my palms onto the slick surface beneath me, and I tried for a graceful lift onto my knees as the music continued to dip in and out around me. The loud bass and dramatic beat drops were starting to sound more and more distorted, and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut tightly as if it might have helped the situation somehow

I push the single sofa to the corner and I start to play a music, instantly the soft melodramatic sound of piano filled his office. 'Watch me' I mouthed while gesturing my hand as my body move getting along with the music. I look at Vicenzo through his eyes "I wanna be your light" I whisper softly immitating the first line of the song and then I take a single step forward and lift my left leg moving elegantly before I spin and hug myself. It was a swift move. I'm counting inside my head doing the same contemporary ballet that I always dance in front of my mother's grave.