Dirty Dancing Screenplay Novels & Stories

Sara moans around the shaft. Vibrations make Alex groan. He thrusts deeper. Hits her throat. Waves roll in. Cool water laps at their feet. Sand sticks to sweaty skin. The group shifts again. Mia pulls away from Ben. Lies flat. Sara climbs on. Sixty-nine. Sara's pussy over Mia's face. Mia licks her. Tongue dives in. Sara bends down. Sucks Mia's clit. Fingers push into Mia's hole. Ben kneels behind Sara. Enters her ass. Slow push. The ring stretches.

I follow her gaze to what she is looking at. Ace stands there, looking at the vibrator in my hands. I'm shocked. My hands shake, and I drop it to the floor. When did he get here? His stare leaves the toy and locks with mine. "I thought you were a virgin.”

"The privacy. The way the air gets thin. People tend to lose their restrain when they’re this high up." I began to clear the small table, my movements slow and deliberate. I moved the crystal glass to the side and stepped into the space between his knees. He didn't move an inch from his position. He watched me with a dark, burning hunger that told me the scandal on the ground was the furthest thing from his mind at that moment. I knelt on the soft carpet, my hands landing on his thighs. Through the expensive fabric of his trousers, I felt him. He was already straining, a hard, thick length that spoke of his need for a distraction.

calls Diaz in a low hazy voice. “I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again. I have been good,” spurts the blonde as it is all she can think of. So many tears cloud her eyes, her vision gets blurry, causing her to keep walking backwards until the bedside table meets her legs, leaving her no where else to go. “I leave for 10 days and you forget who you belong to?” Diaz inquires in a threat. “Come. Here.” “Please just fuck me.” An eerie smile spreads on the face of the brunette, mocking the naivety heavy on the request as he walks towards the small blonde, shortly replaced by a lethal scowl.

If we created a stir, they didn’t indicate it but their eyes certainly followed Sandy as we walked to one of the green lighted doors opened it and stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind us. It was pitch black except for the red flashing of the slot where we were supposed to deposit money. I felt around for a second before I realized that there were two plastic chairs; just enough room for two people to sit and watch a dirty movie. The scent of old sex, sperm, sweat and the personal aroma of earlier patrons the disinfectant had failed to mask was so tangible it left a taste in my mouth. As we groped in the darkness trying to locate our seats, Sandy whispered, “It even smells nasty.”

[ Emerald ] Diandra forgot all about my existence as she gets herself loose on the dance floor while I found the little amount of alcohol already doing its work in my system.I felt my legs wobbly steading in my high heels. "Hey sister come on and lets get wasted."Dustin yelled for me but before I could approach him,a red haired girl threw herself on him.I could see his flirtious smile and he too found himself a perfect dance partner. I looked away seeing them having the real experience of happiness.Stepping down from the floor,I was about to return back to the private lounge when two arms pulled me back and I hit a hard chest.

It mixed up in my head till I felt dizzy. We went back and forth for what felt like forever. I yelled, “You’re a creep for watching me fight!” He shot back, “I’m offering a way out, not a cage.” I laughed again, the kind that turns into almost crying. “Way out? By spreading my legs? Real original way out over here.” He didn’t get mad. Just kept showing clips, pointing out how the girls picked their partners, set rules, got paid big after. My legs got tired. I sat again. Closer this time. The tablet screen glowed between us. One more video, this girl yelling at the guy in a hot way, then kissing him hard. I felt it between my legs, wet and annoying. “Damn it,” I muttered.

I loved this part, the buildup, their dirty talk mixing with my own thoughts about how wrong it all was compared to the strict house I left behind. I turned and took Jake’s cock in my mouth for a few slow sucks, just enough to taste him and get my lips shiny, pulling off with a wet sound. “Damn, Liv, you’re eager tonight,” Jake said, voice rough. Before I could answer, the director called out. “Lights hot, cameras rolling soon. Start with the two of them warming her up. Tease the group energy.” We kept it building. I knelt between them on the floor, stroking both cocks at once, licking from base to tip on each one while they groaned and ran their hands through my hair.

If he was going to avenge Joanne’s death; he would need to devise a plan, killing Freddy Littleman wouldn’t be easy. *** Diana cleaned the counter of the bar once again, she had done this hundreds of times since she began working that evening. The drinks keep spilling on the counter, she was not used to pouring drinks for customers. This was her first day as a bartender in the Simpsons; everywhere was bubbling with lights. Not just lights, but different color lights. The DJ was making the crowd go crazy as they danced merrily on the dance floor. The nightclub was a very large open space, Diana knew nightclubs like this weren’t just night clubs, there were always some hidden agendas going on

He paused, looking me up and down in the gown, and added, “You’re playing the final girl who gets possessed and turns into this insatiable slut, begging for every cock in the room, and the guys know the drill. Marcus, Theo, and Landon are total pros, they’ll start slow and build up, ease you into the rough parts when the script calls for it, just hit your marks and give us those terrified screams at the beginning before the possession kicks in.” I nodded at him, swallowing down the knot in my throat, my stomach doing flips as I thought about what was coming, wondering again why I had signed on for this, my first two scenes had been one-on-one and straightforward, but now a full gangbang in a