Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

Her irritation surpassed all the levels as she stared at her now dirty clothes with anger. Nayyab gasped as the car reversed back and a young man who was the culprit stepped out..... She glared at the tall man with so much frosty that he stilled for a second and then smirked amused at the audacity of the short girl who barely reached his chest.... _____________________ "Dear how did your clothes got dirty?How did the accident happened?" Mother asked the question that was nagging her with worry since the arrival of Nayyab in a very messy state.

She's too lazy to stand so I help her and grab her waist near me. After we reach the middle of the dance floor, I instantly pulled her against my broad chest. She gasps when I cupped her waits with my hands. I can feel the smell of a San Mig Light beer on her breath. It adds thrill to me. Her drunkest made her look cuter and hotter.

The kaleidoscope of shimmering lights flickers in the distance as the starry sky sweeps over the city that never sleeps. A horde of sultry club strippers walking their way to the underground high-class Brothel, the CION brothel. It was a place of pleasure for elites, celebrities, and other high-class figures of the city. The vibrant clothes shine in the evening light and the girls move like enchanting shoals of fish. A roar of men broke down the Cion brothel when a sultry vixen dress in fitted gold step out from the red curtains and seductively dance in a dirty rhythm in the pole along with the melodious and lustrous music.

Round two is dirtier than round one. Damon doesn't wait for the bed. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the bathroom – marble floors, marble vanity, mirrors everywhere. Bends me over the counter so hard my tits slam against the cold stone and cum from round one – Jay's load, still drying on my chest – smears across the white marble. He enters me from behind in one savage thrust. No warning. His cock is long enough that the angle over the vanity lets him reach places the bed didn't, and I scream and grab the faucet for something to hold.

I nodded vigorously and I watched as she retrieved a bottle of wine from a cabinet under one of the dressing tables, but before she could turn it in a glass, I snatched the bottle from her hold, opening it and gulping down large amounts. It didn't take long before she snatched it back, frowning. "You don't want to get too drunk and end up embarrassing yourself out there." Now that she mentioned it, there was a good chance I could embarrass myself. I used to dance when I was younger, back when my family was still normal. I stopped dancing when I was fourteen though, so I was sure I was a bit rusty. "Angela!" The girl from before hissed. "The people are becoming impatient."

Song: PillowTalk (Zayn Malik) “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed, sounding both shocked and amused. Because right in the middle of the dance floor, on a slightly raised platform, swaying on the pole was my mate. Shock was an understatement as I watched her flawless moves. Her cinnamon hair was a mess as she swung around the steel pole, laughing and moving to Gimme More, swaying her perfect ass and curves. The crowd cheered beneath, and I think I caught a glimpse of Cora, whistling and jumping with a bottle of beer in her hand.

Double dose was the code that meant only one thing: Climb on the counter and attract more customers using the minimum of nudity that will not cause embarrassment. Not that my friend wasn't good enough to stay focused on her curvy body, but some customers used to be too smart to just watch and go back to the dance floor, without consuming, without falling into the vicious cycle and contributing to the nightclub's monetary system. That's when I acted. Knowing how to dance or not, my function changed to agile with my fingers, to professional dancer in seconds. For this, I had the few steps that Kendall taught me, and my vague skill in Just Dance, the rest fell to the fertile and dirty imaginati

I danced with Pretty as she touched seductively at me, muttering something I couldn't figure out, rich guys did walked near the stage as they throw up dollars at Pretty and I, we smiled picking up the cash It's pass midnight, the rich kids and men all gone out as it seems all quiets now, I sat down the chair counting my cash as I couldn't thought I'll ever did make so much for dancing so well tonight, I did feel happy I dance as I felt so good about dancing tomorrow night "Hey Miriam, Madam calls for you" Pretty told me I looked up at her as she did smile at me, I guess she really do know how happy I felt about earning so much. "Happy, Huh?" She asked me "Yeah, thanks Pretty for making me da

PRECIOUS As Richmond and I danced to the beautiful song blasting in the air, I rocked my hips against his hard on, loving the feel of his dick on my butt. “I didn't know you could really dance this well.” He whispered in my ear, his voice hoarse as he tried controlling his urges. I was horny as well and I bet everyone in the room could feel it rolling off us. Most of our guests occasionally glanced in our direction but I gave no fuck and continued with what I was doing, and that riding my mate's dick.

She'd already set up her tracks, connecting her phone. The speakers roared to life, and the first song, 'Dirty Diana, by Michael Jackson, came on. Aubrianne loved this song. It was one of her favorites to dance to back at the club because it gave her a rush. To her, the beat was sick to dance to, and the words were about a naughty seductress, so she chose it. Sadly, she believed she had the patience to tease him for only one song. Because she wanted her Mate desperately. She could not get enough of him.