Pulp Fiction John Travolta Dance Novels & Stories

I laughed as I sat down on the stool. "Maybe." She smiles as we both drank out shots and Bloody Mary half way down. "Come on, Anna," Michelle begged me as she was getting up from the bar. She looked towards the dance floor and grabbed my hand to join her. As I started dancing, the liquor flowed through my body. My body moved to "Big Ole Freak." as I felt two manly hands on my waist. I grid against the body behind me and stroked his hard-on through his pants, as I touched him, he pulled me closer, making me moan.

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

He said, tipping a generous amount of rum into a glass with ice and topped it off with a splash of cola. “You wouldn’t dare.” I laughed at him. “That would definitely corrupt me.” “Maybe I should.” He winked at me. “Drink up. You owe me a dance.” I shook my head. He was such a weirdo. Or was it all an act? The furious James back there in the scullery – was that the real James? He waited for me to finish the drink then he swung me onto the dance floor. Our bodies collided and my towel slipped off and fell at our feet. James kicked it out of the way. I felt naked. His hands were on my hips as we swayed to the beat of the music. I hardly heard what was playing I was too aware of the feel of his

Joyce marvelled, and everyone burst out laughing, including Caleb. “Let’s go dance!” Kelly smiled and pulled Aideen and Joyce onto the dance floor. Samuel joined them. Talk Dirty to Me by Jason Derulo was playing. Beth moved her hips in a small circle and held her hands above her head. She shared glances with Caleb and relished in how he stared at her. She danced like it was part of who she was and used her entire body. She stepped to the side and did a big body roll which caused her dress to show off more of her sexy thighs.

He called out and heard some of the men sitting in other booths yelled out in agreement. I don't have any experience with pole dancing or strip dancing or any fucking dancing with a freaking pole, but I have watched that movie called 'Hustlers' and got some extra points thanks to Jennifer Lopez teaching the moves on how to pole dance, in that movie. Don't ask why on earth I happened to watch that movie. Cos in my defense, I walked in on a gay classmate of mine back in college in his dorm room, and the only way I could get him to give me his copy of assignments was to finish watching the whole movie with him. I walked up the stage and saw everyone watching me and I felt this sudden burst of c

Dad shrugged, “All I know is I hope it lasts. Flora here has been teaching me how do dance. Can you imagine that, Lola? Your old man on the dancefloor!” I had to grin at what he said, laughing at the excitement on his face and how it made him less of a gruff veteran and more of a lovesick puppy. Before I could get more than a chuckle out, my smile fell. What he said about dancing, it plucked a memory from the back of my head, one I hadn’t thought about since Tristan and I sped out of the pack via motorcycle.

The move milks him, squeezes, teases the head on the outstroke before swallowing him whole again. He falters. Just for a second. A choked groan rips from his throat. "Jesus... what the hell is that?" I smirk into the seat, voice wrecked but smug. "Figure eight, Officer. Thought you liked watching me dance." He answers with a harder snap of hips — punishing. But I don't stop. I roll again. Slower this time. Deliberate. Letting the circles pull him in, hold him, release him in torturous rhythm.

"Scum like this don't deserve mercy! Go all out on him!" The screen was filled with curses and cheers. Watching the numbers surge, Duncan was practically grinning ear to ear. He moved the camera closer, deliberately giving a close-up of my swollen, bruised face. Gathering the last bit of strength I had, I forced out the words, "Duncan, you're insane… I can't believe you're willing to go this far to ruin me. Did you not even consider the consequences if the truth comes out?" Instead of getting angry, Duncan laughed. Picking up a frozen tree branch from the ground, he swung it hard against my body. "Even when you're about to be done for, you still won't come clean?"

Eventually, Alli whispered, “She used to dance behind the bar. When it was slow. Just sway to the jukebox and smile. Like the world couldn’t touch her there.” Johnny kissed her temple. “Sounds like she passed that to you.” She looked up at him. “I haven’t danced in that bar since she died.” “Then maybe it’s time you did.” — That night, John was tucked in early after a long day of playing with Pancake in the yard and sneaking cookies when he thought no one was watching. The house was dim, cozy, alive with the sound of crickets outside and the occasional creak of the old floorboards.

I relaxed a little, understanding we were to pick who to dance for. Tamika and Anna went for the host, and the rest of us fan out to entertain the rest of the men. I picked the last one to the left and simply reenacted what we practiced. The man appeared a bit drunk and kept calling me baby and urging me to sit on his lap. I knew it would be a great put-off to make a scene so I did my best to manage the situation. He brought out his wallet at a point and slipped wads of cash into my cleavage when I danced close to him. “You're really beautiful, I would like to see you after this,” he said, emptying his wallet to put more money inside my cleavage.