Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

I had a cap pulled low over my eyes and a dark jacket zipped to the throat, a mask covering the lower half of my face, enough that no one glancing my way would look twice, enough that if Don happened to look toward the shadows along the wall, there'd be nothing there worth recognizing. Inside, the air hit like a wall, thick with perfume and sweat and the particular metallic smell of too much money changing hands too fast. The main floor wrapped around a long runway that split the room in half. Male dancers worked it like they'd been born owning the space, moving with the kind of confidence that made the watching feel like a privilege instead of a transaction. One knelt at the edge of the sta

she said as she pulled two of the seniors to a room. I was surprised at what I just saw, people were not actually joking or accusing her when they called her a slut. I thought to myself. Jackson walked down to me, and we began dancing together. I held both his shoulders, and because he’s way taller than me, tiptoes and kisses him on his lips. He stood still, his eyes widen. His lips are warm, and I feel shiver run down my spine like sparks. “I am sorry” I start to apologize when he interrupts me.

I protested in a stammer. Damien stopped. His gaze pierced my soul. Then he chuckled softly. The sound sent a series of cold shivers running through my spine. "Are you sure?" He asked. The question took me by surprise. My mind spun with different possibilities as he pushed my trousers to my ankles and turned me to face the counter. My body shook with the anticipation of what I knew was coming that moment And when he brought his hand down hard on my ass, the slap echoing loudly, I nearly came on the kitchen counter.

The contrast made me gasp. He adjusted me until I was perched near the edge, thighs parted wide and knees bent, completely open under the harsh glow of the gym lights. My bra clung to my skin, damp with sweat. My scrub pants had been discarded near the treadmill, my coat somewhere near the rowing machine. I didn’t care. Dennis leaned in close, so close I could feel the heat of his breath against the inside of my thigh. His hands remained steady on my hips, keeping me pinned in place as he stared at me like I was the prize at the end of a long, brutal season.

He let out a dark laugh, adding a third finger, stretching me, preparing me. “Such a greedy girl. Is this what you needed? A real man’s hand to stuff you full?” “Yes! God, yes!” My hips bucked, riding his hand right there in the open. I didn’t care who saw. The three fingers hit that spot that made my back arch. I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. The bar, the people, the world—it all faded away. There was only Damon’s fingers, his mouth on mine, his low, dirty words spilling into my ear.

And he looked like a guy who would hit on anything that is wearing one. Adrienne saw Justin J. on the dance floor. He was dirty dancing with a girl. She watched him grind his crotch to the girl’s behind, like he was already humping her with clothes on. The girl was happily twerking her ass against him. Then he gripped her to him, pulling her by the waist and nuzzled her neck. He was even casually touching her boobs. And she seemed to be liking it. “Unbelievable!” Tara said behind Adrienne. Obviously, she was watching him, too.

When I walked out of the washroom, everybody's eyes were as still as some billboard poster at the bar counter's direction with Dance for you by Beyonce playing on the background. The song, the bar counterDear God let it not be what I think it is.I looked towards the counter and there was Jemima, running her hands up and down her body with movements designed to arouse and anticipate. To make matters worse she was wearing a very short floral off shoulder sundress and a pair of sandals.

The night air pierces my skin like needles, the clothes I'm wearing barely doing any work to shield me. Mira, my best friend from childhood. We have been glued together since kindergarten, and every trouble we get into, she is always the mastermind behind it all. Just like tonight, she sneaked in through my window to drag me out to a club, but now she is currently passed out on the floor drunk, and I'm suffering the consequences of getting our asses home.

Sean stepped closer to where Precious dancing spot with Andrew was, he angrily twirled Mia around and pushed her to where Andrew was causing a distraction between them before he dragged Precious from Andrew as Mia falls into Andrew's arm. "What are you doing?", Precious asked as she tried to forced herself away from Sean. Sean held her hand tightly, he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him," Let us have this dance",He said as danced far from where Andrew and Mia's dancing spot is. "What happens to your other dance queen?", Precious asked as she rolled her eyes. "Are you jealous?", Sean asked with his eyes on her's. She scoffs," Nooooo...",Precious looked away as he tw