Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

A man from inside the bar stood there, one of the locals with brown hair and an easy, concerned smile. He looked a few years older than me, dressed in a simple shirt, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. "Hey. . .you okay out here? I saw you rush out. Looked upset." He tilted his head, eyes kind but with a hint of mischief. "I'm Elias. Would you like to dance? Might cheer you up. The night's too good to spend alone." I stared at him. Part of me wanted to refuse. Another, smaller part, the hurt, rebellious part, wondered what it would feel like to say yes.

Near the door, behind a small curtain, there’s a laptop, and I turn on the music I need. Ksyusha painted such a vivid picture of the man waiting for me that I decided to perform one of my more difficult, but very effective dances. For some reason, I wanted to impress this spoiled god of depravity. So, dressed in an outfit with an oriental vibe, I turn on Amanati – Moh.

Holding hands, we step onto the dance floor, coming closer, and move with the music. Our fingers entangle with each other, securing a tight grip, and he snuggles me into his intoxicating scent. His scent reminds me of agrawood. Jay Manchester is a fabulous dancer. He dances like the room belongs to him, smooth with his moves and gentle with his touch. Even a non-dancer like me looks professional dancing with him. Our bodies are too intimate, stick to each other like a second skin. “You…” He moves his lips closer to my ear. “Me?”

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

That pleasure surged through me like a tide, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. At nine in the morning, Oliver sent me a video. In it, Jason stood in the middle of the conference room, drenched in sweat, staring helplessly at the error-filled code projected on the screen. "Jason, aren't you an algorithm expert?" Peter's mocking voice came through the video. "This little problem shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Jason's face was ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out. "I… I need time to analyze it…"

Lucky bastard. The man's hands once again moved over his drunk dance partners voluptuous body. Cody's eyes went wide as he watched the man's hands move to Anne's succulent ass and give it a squeeze through her tight fitting jeans. The two tipsy dancers were practically dry humping each other on the dance floor, joint at the hip as they moved with the beat of the music. The old man was kneading the firm cheeks of Anne's ass, thoroughly groping her for all he was worth.

Their eyes met across the floor, and Jamie felt his stomach flip. Why was he looking at me? The man extended a hand wrapping it around Jamie's waist when he got closer. “Dance with me?” he asked, voice smooth, confident. Jamie noticed he wasn't all that taller than his 5’9. Jamie, flushed from movement and alcohol, didn’t hesitate. He placed his hand on his shoulder, and they moved together, weaving through the crowd. The music became their private rhythm, bodies close but not touching too much, the dance electric. He could feel adrenaline, excitement, attraction—everything he craved for a night like this.

She was petrified with fear and thoughts of her being killed by this man roamed around her head but her thoughts were interrupted when she heard his husky voice asking something, she never thought he would ask; "Let's dance!" He said in his low husky voice while making his way towards the middle of the dance floor – he pulls Rania who was nervous and scared. She looked at Daniel not knowing why he called her on the dance floor in this situation – she was still shock with the thing that she encountered a moment ago. She stood dumbly staring at the man in front of her. He walked towards her and gently slid his arm around her slim waist. Rania gasped at his sudden touch but Daniel smoothly pull

He ignored Mark and flashed a suggestive smile “ how about that dance,? Looks like your partner has his hands full, so you might as well make do with me" I was standing in the middle of the dance floor and fooling myself over a man who had left his soon to be wife home crying. Lasting dancing with someone else would restore my dignity. “ why not?” the man spread his hand, waiting for me to place mine into his. I felt strong fingers bite into my shoulder and was jerked backwards into Mark‘s hard muscular body.

When I look at the owner, I saw a man who looked unfamiliar at all, whose looking at me without any emotion. "Care to have a dance with me?" He asked. His voice is deep, yet it sounds gentle in my ears. I just cannot believe why he's offering me a hand, not minding how I awfully looked right now since I am crying hard. I don't even know if he know my name or me at all. "Let's dance away your heavy feeling," He said before holding my hand and put it above his shoulders, then he guided me towards the center, and we slowly danced together with the soft music.