Pulp Fiction Dance Scenes Novels & Stories

asked Lisa as she rolled her shoulders to warm up a little. "Sure thing," nodded Stuart, grabbing the stereo remote from the table beside him and hitting play. Def Leppards 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' blasted out immediately. Lisa paused for a moment, listening to the beat of the music. "Okay," she said at last, nodding her head in time with the song, "I can work with this." With that she threw her arms up above her head and then dropped her whole body into an undulating dance, rolling with the throb of the rock song. Mike and Stuart were immediately still in their seats, their eyes glued to Lisa's rolling hips and thrusting chest. She definently seemed to have earned her reputation as the best

Santiago,the man was looking at me like i'm a piece of rare juicy steak,this is gonna be fun. I walked over to the pole slowly putting an extra swing in hip as i got to the pole “baby boy” by beyonce started playing. I hooked my leg around the pole and twisted round it all the while making eye contact with him,i managed to suppress a shudder at the way he's looking at me, so lecherous eww. I danced a bit before walking over to him to give him a little lap dance. I straddled him caressing his body before i whipped out my knife,using it to trail his neck. He was about to shout when i hushed him and said “you've been a very bad boy and now it's time to die” the dude actually had the audacity to

“It’s not even in sync with the music.” “Damn, you really don’t like my dance moves huh?” I stopped from dancing and I was already catching my breath. It was about time that the music was reeling to an end and then it suddenly changed to Careless Whisper. The intro of the music was overtly sensual, kind of dirty and I just thought of something naughty almost immediately. I began dancing like I’m inside a club for male strippers, waving my entire body from my chest to my stomach going down under. I made sure that the moves I made enhanced my muscles. August was just quiet and stern that made it somehow difficult for me to read his thoughts.

She tenses for a moment, but then she leads me to the dance floor. "Is this your way of saying 'fuck them, I can do what I want'?" I whisper in her ear, and she giggles. "Yes, maybe so," she whispers back. We dance for a few songs, and then we go to get a drink. While we're standing around talking to Gage and the others, some asshole comes up behind Stella and puts his hand up her dress before either of us can react. It takes me only a split second to realize what just happened, and I punch that motherfucker across the room before he even knows what hit him.

He crumpled to the ground, out cold. Grinning triumphantly, I turned to the remaining one. "Your turn. Ready for a dance, twiggy?" I challenged, grinning at the wiry goon who'd managed to stagger back onto his feet. He growled, launching himself at me. I pivoted, bringing up the pipe to block his attack. He was fast, but I was faster. I'd danced around men much bigger, much stronger, for a living. Our fight was a messy, brutal dance. He swung, I ducked. I jabbed, he blocked. We were a whirl of flying fists and clashing metal. Each hit I landed was a symphony, each block a well-rehearsed dance move.

In one of my strip clubs, in a private room while three of my most expensive dancers walk in half naked and smile when they see it’s us. Jagger sits with his legs spread wide as one of the girls walks to him and seductively bends, shoving her ass almost on his face while Dash licks his lips and watches the girl walking towards him. She grabs his hands and places it on her hips. I shake my head as he gives me a pleading smile. He knows no touching, but hey, if she put his hands there, it’s her funeral.

The ambience became charged with anticipation, as the mafia Dons leaned forward in their seats, their gazes fixated on Bianca's every move. Bianca swayed to the rhythm of the music, her body gracefully intertwining with the steel pole in the centre of the room. Her dance was a mesmerizing display of fluidity and sensuality, captivating the attention of everyone present. The Dons watched in awe as she effortlessly executed each seductive gesture and daring acrobatic manoeuvre.

They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies. They slowly change the tempo as they intensify their dance. The pair turn rhythmically round and round as they progress around the dance floor getting everyone's attention. People stop dancing when they saw them dance passionately giving everything they've got. The disc jockey changes the music that matches their dance steps. The guest is astounded by how intimate they are and dancing with their feelings, not their feet. Their mind and soul are in sync with each other as if they have rehearsed the dance or known each other for a long time. Edward pulls Ella closer to him and r

We'd gotten to the club. And it was wild. So wild it could've been an orgy Couples grinded against each other in a mindless frenzy, partners exchanged r-rated kisses. A man went down on his partner. Right... In the middle... Of the dancefloor. I needed bleach for my eyes. Standing up from the thirteen-seater bar and making my way through a sea of gyrating pelvises with a glass of martini in my hand, I sought Luna, hoping to dance a little.

Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing. "I want to dance with you," I yelled and we found our way to the center of the dance floor, where bodies writhed and moved harmoniously. The music coursed through our veins, compelling us to sway, twist, and grind together. With every beat, Damon and I became entangled in a passionate dance, where our bodies communicated a language that transcended words. As our fervour reached its zenith, Damon's grip tightened around my waist. He pulled me discreetly to the edge of the pulsating chaos, his touch melting my inhibitions. In the hidden alcove, away from prying eyes, our breaths mingled in the charged air.