Dancing Freddy Novels & Stories

What I saw was beyond anything I could have imagined. Inside were my mom, Beatrice Hale, and my best friend, Ella, with my boyfriend Markle, all tangled up together. I had only heard of “ladder style” in adult movies, but here it was, in real life, right in front of me. I felt like my life flashed before my eyes, twice. The grocery bags fell from my hands with a loud thud, snapping them out of whatever world they were in. Motherfuckers. My mom? My mother and my best friend?

"From this moment on, you are my everything." The orchestra began to play a familiar tune, and Dmitry led her out onto the dance floor. They swayed together under the stars, their bodies moving in perfect unison. He was strong and protective, guiding her through each step, while she felt light as air in his arms. As they danced, she could feel the love and commitment that flowed between them, a connection that went deeper than anything she had ever known.

“I mean, dancing. Or other things.” I wished I could flirt without feeling like a total idiot. His chuckle vibrated through me before he spun me once again. I was getting better at following him already. I cleared my throat, determined not to make a complete fool of myself. “So, what kind of work do you do that requires dancing?” I managed to sound almost normal. Freddie turned his head slightly as he evaluated me. “It's complicated,” he said slowly. “But like I said before, it's a family business.”

"We need to get to the hospital." Freddy was crying uncontrollably. "She didn't want to dance tonight, but I made her do it. She said she wasn't up for it, I insisted. Now this happened. She fell! Oh God!" Patty tried to comfort him again. "Freddy, it's not your fault. We all thought she was okay to dance." But Freddy just kept repeating himself, his guilt and anguish evident in his voice. Loo, on the other hand, was rejoicing inwardly. Her plan had worked, and everyone thought it was a freak accident. She, however, concealed her happiness by pretending to worry.

Freya tells the bartender and proceeds to pour our drinks, he sets out eight shot glasses and proceeds to fill them up with vodka and then he pours Leo his bourbon. “Ok, so don't even think about it, you take four and I take four, all in a row. Alright.” She says. “Alright.” I tell her, I swear Zoey isn't going to believe this when I tell her. I proceed to down four shots of vodka in a row, the first one burnt but but the second I was used to it. “You did it! Let's go dance.” Freya says and she drags me into the dance floor.

Then, they walked down the stage and danced to the music. Candice had long disappeared to somewhere no one knew. The extension on Freya’s dress was now in Lindsey’s hands. She promised to hold on to it while Freya and Kenneth were dancing. The song they were dancing to, though, was very sensual — too sensual. ~ “I ain't afraid to drown If that means I'm deep up in your ocean, yeah Girl, I'll drink you down Sipping on your body all night…” ~ ~ “I'ma kiss it right, yeah, yeah

I’ll never get used to this kind of life. “Whoa, girl, you’re killing it!” Hazel exclaimed with a grin, clapping her hands as Freya jumped to her feet, already moving her hips in time with the beat. Freya, dressed in the short blue dress Hazel had bought for both of them during their earlier shopping, didn’t seem to care that eyes were following her, especially the hungry ones. She hiked her dress just a little higher and rolled her waist with confidence, tossing her hair back with a carefree laugh.

Sure enough, a message from Dan: Dan: Hope your shift's going well. Looking forward to tonight. I promise not to attempt any backflips. Freya grinned, typing back: Freya: Thank god. I'd hate to spend our date stitching you up again. Dan's reply came quickly: Dan: Don't worry, I'll save all my smooth moves for the dance floor. Hope you're ready to be impressed, Doctor Anderson. Freya snorted, picturing Dan's self-assured smirk. She fired back:

she teased but I know she badly wanted to know if someone else had put it on. "I got it for you, that's why it's your perfect size" I assured her with a smile with even though she could barely see me in the dimly lit room. "Alexa plays me sex portion by Jason," I said and the music began to play. "Dance for me," I said to Freda as I sat on the bed watching her. I watched her move her waist and sway to the music, she looked so sexy as she danced. She was dancing like a stripper in a club, but this was just for me.

Eladia bit her lip as she looked up towards the clock hanging on the wall. “A little over three minutes.” My eyes widened, and I shot up, hobbling over to the closet to slip on the red high heels. I swiveled around and almost ran out of the door behind Eladia as she led the way. My heels clicked against the floor, which further annoyed me along with the slit going up my thigh. “If I move the wrong way, I could flash someone!” I whisper to Eladia who just giggled. “You look marvelous and you'll do perfect.” Her words did little to encourage me, but I still tried to calm my nerves with a deep breath.