Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Well it was a yes after all. Things went a whole lot south when the Earl of Vetcom stepped on the dancefloor. He seemed to have brought his own version of the London waltz. And steadily, he and Eleanor stole most of the who, as he always did. The uniformed movement of bodies went on until it reached the part that was everyone's favorite; switching partners. In one go, the ladies twirled to an adjacent man, moving to and fro in his arms just before they twirled to another.

The more I thought about it, the more I had a nagging feeling but I toned it down. Inferno’s new location was even better than the last. Curtis was going all out to bring his business back on track. If the crowded dance floor was any indication, his effort was paying off. It almost felt like a costume beauty pageant—the bartenders were all dressed up in black costumes while the girls wore identical red and black bunny costumes. Tonight’s theme was The Devil’s Den. It certainly did look like the devil’s den. An alluring dancer with the most luscious curves I had ever seen sashayed up to me. “Do you want a drink, beautiful?”

"Yes… Let’s go. I have thought of going to see what goes on there. It's not far from here but we can take an uber there. It'd be faster." Mirabella hesitated a little. Her gut whispered caution. But the drinks, the music, the laughter, it dulled her edge. “Alright,” she said finally. “Just for a peek.” *** The Devil’s Den club pulsed like a living beast. It was nothing like MegatonClub: red lights, black leather, high-class chaos. The scent of expensive perfume, cigars, and something more primal clogged her lungs. Sex practically clung to the walls. Women danced in lingerie on elevated platforms, while men lounged in velvet booths, their hands not always visible above the table. Every glance

Inside there was a crowd dancing and kissing or doing both at the same time to the very sensual and electric sound of the music. A kaleidoscope of colors and shapes mixed with the people while Soraia went down, a little ahead of Julio Cesar, the long and wide staircase of colored glass that led to the lobby where everything was happening. And it was there that Soraia, without even knowing it, had given her soul to the devil while the night and dawn stretched out with them that was not interested in anything but dancing and forget the world outside. Adam and Katrina were in the elegant and austere house of Andre and Valeria, and everyone was gathered in the living room with spirits a bit high

Tonight, the devil was ready to lead. Danclub pulsed like a living beast red lights flickering across glass walls, the bass like thunder in a bottle, shaking the floor beneath my boots. Smoke curled in the air, not from fire, but from fog machines and synthetic sins. Perfume clung to the sweat in the room, and alcohol masked the guilt on everyone’s breath. Perfect hunting ground. I slipped through the entrance unnoticed, swallowed by the dim lighting and the thick haze. A black hoodie shadowed my face. A surgical-style mask hid my mouth. The darkness welcomed me. I didn’t belong here, not among the dancers, the predators pretending to be prey.

Valeria glanced at the hall and asked softly, "Where are they? Which room are they in?" "Hmm... let's not go to the room first." Abbie pulled her and rushed to the dancing floor. "Let's have some fun here instead! I've come to Climax Space numerous times, but I never spent time on the dance floor because my brother didn't allow me to do so." Abbie curiously looked at the dance floor. Several dancers were dancing on the circular stage, and the group of people below was also dancing excitedly. The atmosphere was very enthusiastic. Valeria took a glance and turned back to look at Abbie. "It's so noisy. Abbie, let's go!"

Dev raised her left eyebrow like she was saying 'I am incapable of feeling pain, remember? "Right…you don't feel pain. Well, it depends on what constitutes fun nowadays. Describe the dance to me" I asked her. Dev laughed before she spoke "imagine a secret venue, let's say a nightclub packed with single hot people looking to mingle…fun part is no old people are allowed. So, are you coming or not?" I thought about it. I mean I should probably head home and fix things with Aniston but spending time with Dev was also something I really wanted to do.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.