Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

I can’t see the refreshment table or Jude for that matter from where I’m at, so I just watch the dancers move around on the floor. “What’s that eighties movie with the line, ’No one puts Baby in the corner!’? Oh yes, Dirty Dancing.” A man in his mid-twenties or so chuckles as he looks down at me, “What’s a beauty like yourself doing sitting here in the corner, anyway?” I smile out of politeness but I don’t care much for his flirting, “I’m just giving my feet a bit of rest is all.” “I see, would you like a foot massage? I’m well known for having the perfect touch.” His line is cheesy and I’m about to tell him as much when another voice joins in on the conversation.

she uttered to herself, trying to build up some confidence. Jade Pearl Pub was one of the most special nightclubs in the City. It seemed kind of exclusive since it gave the impression that most rich people frequented this pub. Loud music and vivid lights welcomed her even before she stepped inside. She had a hard time searching for him since there was a sea of people dancing and roaming in the halls, while some just stayed in their booths. As though she felt his presence, she finally found him and that rich woman in a dim corner. Seeing them together, Sonia then walked towards the DJ stage. His eyes were fixed on the turntable as he played some beats, and his other hand clasped his headphone

“I just wasn't expecting it to taste like jet fuel and… sin.” I turned my attention to the stage. A slow, grinding remix of “Do You Love Me” began to thump through the speakers—the song from Dirty Dancing, but this version was darker, filthier. A group of men and women were on the stage, their movements a display of raw hunger. They shed their clothes with a practiced, teasing slowness, their skin shimmering with oil under the red spotlights until there was nothing left to the imagination. I didn’t have to vividly explain it all.

"I can help you wash those troubles away." Before I could reject Starr's offer, the lights went out, signaling the arrival of another performer. Luckily for me, the second the stage illuminated, I caught sight of what I'd come for. Flashes brought her into focus. Each beat, every note highlighted glimpses of someone far more stunning than I'd remembered. Diamond was ferocious, yet dainty. Intense, but subtle. Everything about her was captivating, and her music choices were impeccable. "Whore" by In This Moment was a statement about why she was here-even I picked up on that. Had she been singing, I would have felt each word delivered to me as though it were just the two of us in the room and

I confess, and she smiles. “I figured as much but trust me, this will help.” I sigh but agree, and we walk out of the safety of the locker room into the loud club floor. Men are shouting and squealing, and I turn toward the stage, watching a dancer spin down the pole, completely naked. I gasp, and Mindy smiles, passing me a shot, “That’s Candy. She is one of the best dancers we have. She is very popular.” “I can see why,” I gasp, “How does she do that?” I ask, gulping down the shot.

His lips curved into a subtle smirk, one that promised trouble—the kind we'd chased on that terrace, bodies pressed against glass, rain mingling with sweat. "Family dance!" Mom's voice cut through the music, bright and commanding. She clapped her hands, drawing attention. "Come on, everyone. Victor and I will lead, and then our children can join." Our children. The phrase landed like a slap. Victor nodded approvingly, extending a hand to her. They glided onto the floor, the picture of wedded bliss. Dante straightened, his eyes flicking to me with a question. I swallowed hard, setting my glass down, and made my way toward him.

I should be over it. But I can still feel the humiliation curling deep in my stomach like a constant burn that refuses to fade. Which is why I refuse to look at him now. Tonight’s charity gala is packed, the ballroom shimmering with chandeliers and the overwhelming scent of money. I move through the crowd effortlessly, offering smiles, shaking hands, laughing at jokes that aren’t funny. Damian keeps his distance, just watching and waiting. As if he wants to see if I’ll break first.

Like genuinely having fun like I was in this moment, I can’t remember the last time I felt so free, so uncaged from my thoughts and everything else. All the times before this, I was merely only existing, never living. All the times before I met Vincent. I inched closer to his face with my arms around his neck and he stared down into my eyes. I was sure he could see through my soul if he wanted to, something that I couldn’t. And as his hands fell around my waist, it was as if the music slowly drowned out from my ears. It was as if it was just the both of us in the center of the dance floor. Everything that mattered, right in front of me.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

The sight pushed me over the edge one last time as I touched myself. Finally, as night deepened, we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. Cum covered us all. The bed was destroyed. The house smelled like one giant orgy. My phone buzzed one final time. Mom: Flight switched. Coming home tomorrow afternoon instead. Can’t wait to see you all! My stomach dropped even as Oliver’s hand tightened possessively on my breast and Ava kissed my shoulder. The weekend was ending sooner than expected. Our dirty little secret — now shared with four was running out of time.