Pulp Fiction Dance Scenes Novels & Stories

She blushed in a way only killers can make women blush. We moved back out into the main room before I could drown in their intimacy. The dance floor shifted like a living thing, bodies folding into beats. I let myself be pulled, hands on waists and shoulders, strangers swaying close enough to count their sins. It should have worked. The heat, the press, the rhythm that forgives. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw cuffs slid off precise wrists, a gaze that stripped a lie without touching it. Sierra shouted in my ear over the music, “You’re thinking again!”

She gave Shay a smile, then glanced at Declan. Declan smiled back. "If she wants to, that's alright." Amara's smile widened. They all got their hands stamped and IDs back, then went inside. No flickering lights or strobe accosted him as they entered, but the room was definitely set for a dance scene. Large, fairly spacious, yet filled with people, it was dark with dim red lights on the side, some colored spotlights rotating in the main area, and pulsing lights in one corner. A few blacklights highlighted white here and there. As his eyes adjusted, Declan could somewhat tell that the main dance floor was lowered, just by a few steps. There was a small bar to the left, lit in dark blue. The mu

The temperature dropped just enough to raise goosebumps, and the scent wrapped around me: leather, sweat, perfume, and something dirtier, something electric. The bass thudded deep in the walls, heavy and primal. The dance floor pulsed with bodies tangled together, drenched in colored light. Reds, purples, blues—each flash slicing through sweat-slick skin and barely-there clothing. Desire moved in waves here, thick as the music, unavoidable. Black leather couches ringed the dance floor, sleek and deliberately placed. Some held people sprawled out, drinks in hand, lips at necks. Others hosted more explicit scenes—hands, mouths, fingers disappearing beneath clothing. Watching wasn’t rude. Watch

The music shifted, slowing into something deeply sensual, all bass and breath, the kind of song that demanded bodies pressed together, movements that were more suggestion than dance. Perfect. I set down my glass and stood, extending my hand to Jean-Paul. "Dance with me." His surprise gave way to pleasure. "I'd be delighted." I led him to the dance floor, hyperaware of Luca's eyes tracking every movement. The music wrapped around us, sultry and demanding. Jean-Paul's hands found my waist, pulling me close, and I went willingly, letting my body mold against his. But my eyes... my eyes found Luca.

I curse as my cock throbs, I keep my eyes on her, watching as she and the boy, Felix, gets up from their private booth to the dance floor. They stand chest to chest and they start dancing. Her ass…the light bouncing off her shiny dress makes her look even more sultry, like a real life goddess of sex. Felix's hand slides down her hips and pulls her to his body, I clench my fist but keep on watching, forcing my body to stay still. “Hey, wanna dance daddy?“ a hot dancer climbs into my dance but I don't entertain her, my girl is right there with another man's hands on her sexy body.

"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."

They leave me content. Scanning the room for my next victim, I grip onto the pole and hook my arms around it, losing myself in the music as I dance, men and women eye fucking me everywhere I look. A smile spreads across my lips as I spread my legs, my arms enclosed around the pole as I show these men just how flexible I am. Getting their hopes high with every move I make, staring at the crowd innocently as I scout for my next playmate. The song is almost coming to an end, I have a sexy dance with the next song, I can pick my victim then. I twirl on the pole before sliding off completely, my heels almost breaking. I make my way to Cinnamon and circle her like a hunter does his prey, but of co

Clearly he wasn’t a fan of the close proximity with drunken states. “Mi mi!” Oli grabbed my hands, “let’s dance.” He pulled me up from the seat and dragged me through the small hoard of people that decorated the lounge area. I was yanked onto the small dance floor where the music was louder and the beats were heavier. My hips instinctively moved with the sounds as the rhythm vibrated through my chest and my arms felt lighter. Oli was twisting and shuffling around the floor, weaving around other dancers letting the tunes take over him with his silly dances.

I've been high on the aphrodisiac that is Huxley all day. This afternoon we did our relationship dance, where each of us toyed with the idea of becoming more but pulled back at the last moment. Tonight, working in the club, our dance has been different. Noah set up strobe lights on the stage today to make a dizzying effect for the hard rock bands playing. The lights flicker and the music pounds in my soul. Huxley's body moved stiffly at first, not ready to give in to the beat, but now an hour later our bodies flow together to the music as his hands explore a small section of exposed skin at the top of my pants. I raise my hands and wrap around his neck backward.

I feel a chill down my spine as I look around I am met by the beautiful blue eyes that are almost as clear as the sky. Henry fucking Payne is here. I down my drink and turn around ordering another one and Roxy tells me to slow down but I don’t really care. I down two shots that are given to me and Roxy pulls me to the dance floor. I start to feel lightheaded and she pulls me towards her body as we dance together.