Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

Even though what he was saying was normal, I have a feeling that it was all lewd and dirty things, my body couldn't stop getting more and more aroused. "There's something about you that..." he trailed off whilst staring at me and suddenly changed his tone "I usually don't tell people my name but you are special so... I'm Denzel and I need a lap dance, can you do that?" he said and rested his arms above the headrest of the seat. I gulped, stopped up, and changed to the best attire for it. With the best music for the dance starting I also began, my body moving as if it was wind. Every shift and exposure of my legs would make them glisten as the room light would shine on them. As I was dancing,

As the helps passed about the tray of drinks, so did these women freely spread any form of gossip at their disposal. At the centre of it all, stood the subject of discussion, hand in hand, engaged in a practised definition of that they called... The waltz. "Keep your eyes on me when you're on the dance floor." A not so friendly voice chided me, barely looking into my eyes as she addressed me. I had certainly displeased him. First it was the length of my black hair that displeased him, and after, was the lustre from my sparkly silver dress. There was simply no pleasing this man, his scrunched up nose said it all.

"So... it's August and honest truth is we should be getting ready for the competition that's in Germany in November.. but that means we will have to neglect the rest of the dancers.. So..." "I still say Precious should join them. I mean the fact that she was respectful enough to not want to compete with Layla as her friend should have given her more points.." that Elizabeth chick said and another one scoffed, "was it respect or cowardish... I mean it was just a battle... She chickened out." "She didn't.. we both know Precious and Layla are our strongest female dancers here...It was respect... you didn't even appear on the groups.. so girl shut up..." Elizabeth argued.

"There is no such thing as losing with us, Puppeteer." "Yes, and we will set this deal with a handshake." "Deal! Then we set it in flesh. The black whore has been a most appropriate offering..." "True, but let us make sure that she is truly gone before we adjourn for the day," "Ah yes, the beauty of mixing pleasure with business... really, dirty business..." "Indeed, Mastermind... now, to pleasure."

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

***Party at the beach in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany we've been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club call me Dirty Dianna Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain't got no worries, I'm my own private dancer My own private dancer.*** All eyes were on us, as Nina and I dominated the dancer floor. Girls began to copy our moves and executed it perfectly. I might be a little tipsy, but I was seriously impressed. By the the time we reached the hook of the song, the ladies gather behind us as we continue to dance.

“Good. Then maybe we can focus on work for a second. You’ve got a thirty-minute private dance in VIP room two. He’s not a regular. Go make him one. Benjamin is already in there reviewing the rules, so unload your tips and hustle over. If you can’t get another thirty minutes out of him, you’ve got just enough time to give grandpa at table seven a lap dance. If the private extends, you’re done for the night. I’ll have Lee Anne do the old guy.” Before Anaisse could reply, the honey-haired Southern belle from Davao City, Mindanao stepped out of the dressing room at the end of the hall. “Lee Anne!” Val barked and lumbered toward his next target. Dread knotted her stomach as she hurried toward the

Turning herself on beat to face me, she slipped herself south to my body while letting her hands freely memorize the feel of my bare chest and made love to the floor with her sexy as hell moves making the crowd thunder in insanity as the volume of their hoots intensified and the howls started to bring doubt in our heads if the sound proof walls of the huge stadium could keep our secret from the elders anymore or not. My body too went lower along with hers but I remained standing as my face inched near her beautiful one and the body curves that we both made while dancing near the floor made perfect troughs and crests relative to each other’s causing the cheering teenaged crowd to go wilder du

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

She was wearing a dark black dress with a dangerously high slit and blonde curls that were in ringlets bouncing and flowing against her back. The moment we locked eyes I was mesmerized by her beauty, she held me captive in her gaze until I was forced to look away before I did something reckless like claim her right there and then in front of everyone. I pushed down the dark thoughts that told me to march over to her and kiss her senseless to show everyone who she belonged to.