Novel & Cerita Precious Moments Dirty Dancing

The place was quiet as the dancers were either in the bathroom or backstage. After dinner, I cleaned up in the bathroom. All the stalls were empty, indicating that the other dancers had showered. I enjoyed my time leisurely because no one knocked on the door or gossiped about me. “I was restless waiting for us to perform,” Davina whined. She entered the bathroom while I was drying off. Seriously? “I told you, don't do anything. Sinclair is on Darcy's side. No one is listening to your complaints. Didn't you see how easily he fired Felicia? Sinclair doesn't value people who have worked long and hard at his club,” Meryl pointed out.

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.”

“Here you go, darling. Complimentary private dancers tonight for VVIP. Shall I send a couple over? They’re very talented.” “Not tonight.” I waved her off without looking. She lingered for a second, then left with a quiet “As you wish, sir.” My body still thrummed with the urge to go down there and claim what was mine, she danced softly as she moved around serving tables. Another customer reached out, his fingers grazing her arm as she passed. “Careful there, honey. What can this girl do for you tonight?”

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.

Lira pov: The night was everything it should have been. It was glamorous, sparkling, and perfectly staged. But for me, the night was far from perfect. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I followed Damian through the crowd, our hands loosely linked for appearance. We had done this dance before. Smiling when spoken to, laughing at the right moments, eyes meeting like lovers. A well-practiced illusion. But tonight, I felt stripped bare beneath my dress. My father’s presence did that to me

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.