Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

Ronan barks then he slaps my tits and murmurs, “Dirty girl. You’re pleased you’ve got men twice your age jerking off, aren’t you?” That does it. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me and it’s so good, I squirt all over the place, splashing the floor, the man sitting closest to us and ruining the table further. When I finally come down from my high, I see that the entire room is silent with shock and I freeze as well. I’m almost too scared to look down. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’ve ruined Ronan’s expensive pants. Damn it. I’m in deep fucking shit.

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and

Joyce marvelled, and everyone burst out laughing, including Caleb. “Let’s go dance!” Kelly smiled and pulled Aideen and Joyce onto the dance floor. Samuel joined them. Talk Dirty to Me by Jason Derulo was playing. Beth moved her hips in a small circle and held her hands above her head. She shared glances with Caleb and relished in how he stared at her. She danced like it was part of who she was and used her entire body. She stepped to the side and did a big body roll which caused her dress to show off more of her sexy thighs.

Helena thought, then replied, "Why don't you two get up on the table and start dancing?" The opening bars of The Pussycat Doll's Stick With You flooded the room as if on cue. The vibration of the percussion bass licks creates the atmosphere. If there was ever music made just for dirty dancing and parties, this was it. "Well done," Amaya replied. Nancy and she pushed their way through a crowd of masculine bodies and appreciative gazes at that enormous, shiny coffee table. Amaya had her gaze fixed on Tyler. She got the sense that he'd already had a few drinks. He wasn't going to do anything romantic tonight. Thats for sure, she thought to herself.

Davina's POV: The air backstage at the Devil's Club was thick with the usual chaotic blend of hairspray, perfume, and nervous energy. The other dancers, their bodies already adorned in various stages of glittering undress, moved with a practiced ease, adjusting straps and applying last-minute touches of makeup. I moved amongst them like a ghost, my new costume – a skimpy, sequined number in a garish shade of purple that was lying on a velvet stool. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger: haunted eyes, pale skin, a stark contrast to the carefully applied glamour around me.

They engaged in a heated dance and she wrapped her hands around him, wriggling her hips before pushing him back with her hands and walking away, purposefully adding more sway to her hips. ‘ Not so fast’ Daniel thought as he quickly blocked her way. She smiled teasingly at him which he returned ad he grabbed her hands, swaying her and spinning her around before catching her and putting her right hand around his neck and raised her left leg up, wrapping it around his waist and running his hand up her thigh. Their dirty dancing had gathered the attention of the attendants and they began to cheer for them. Annabelle untangled herself and twirled around before bending down sensually and bumping

After a moment of hesitation, I lose myself in the crowd of drunk dancers. Enrique's 'Dirty Dancer' music floods the whole club urging me to show my moves, moves that I didn't even know I had. Mischa whistles as she comes to me and we dance together, laughing and shouting the lyrics. The song changes and this time it's Britney singing Toxic making me go all toxic on my moves and then I feel two hands sliding down on my waist holding me to him. I turned around to find a human smiling at me. He doesn't move his hand anywhere else and that is good as we dance together.

Zoey was content the whole night, playing with my mom and Karly as the music played. Then the unexpected happens. When Danny and I were young, he knew one of my favorite movies was dirty dancing. He learned the song moves with me, and we'd dance to them all the time just for fun. As the music played, the DJ turned the music to the song, Hungry eyes, by Erick Carmen. My eyes went wide, and I turned slowly to see Danny already looking at me with a mischievous smile.

Maybe Annie and I could visit the spa tomorrow and have a girls day. By the time I finally leave the room and make my way to the club, I'm just in time to see James and George take the stage. Annie waves me over to their table and when I slide into the seat next to her she leans over to me, "perfect timing. The boys were worried that you were going to miss it." "Never," I tell her with a laugh. My eyes go to the stage as the music starts and I can feel the disbelief and amusement forming on my face as I realize what the boys are dancing to. "Are they doing the dance from Dirty Dancing?" I ask Annie.