Pulp Fiction Twist Dance Novels & Stories

Cyprian stated. "Me too," Vespera agreed. "This punch is undoubtedly non-alcoholic," Cyprian added with disdain. "It's fruit juice," Vespera confirmed. Cyprian looked at her. He held out his hand. "Dance with me, President." "I don't dance. It's inefficient." "Humor me." Vespera hesitated. Then, she put her walkie-talkie on the table. She took his hand. He pulled her onto the floor. He didn't dance like a high schooler—shuffling and awkward. He held her close, one hand on her waist, the other holding hers.

Then she turned it up. She danced directly facing the VIP area, rolling her hips in slow, filthy figure-eights. Her hands slid down her body—over her breasts, squeezing them teasingly through the dress, then lower, tracing her curves. She bent forward, giving him a perfect view down her plunging neckline, her nipples hard and visible. Then she turned, dropped low again, and twerked hard—her ass bouncing hypnotically, the hem of her dress riding up dangerously high. Jax’s jaw clenched so tight she could see it from across the room. He slammed back the rest of his drink, shoved through the crowd, and stalked onto the dance floor.

~~~Scarlett ' s Pov Pierce and I stood at the bar closer to the exit. I was laughing uncontrollably as he was telling me some silly joke about what girls do to get his attention. Little bastard. "Let's go for a dance Scar." He said pulling me on the dance floor where other couples were dancing. I forgot what a good dancer he is sometimes. We danced till the song ended. I told Pierce thanks before making way off the dance floor. I felt someone tugged on my hand.

It was like he wanted to devour me on the spot and the goosebumps on my skin showed how much his fiery look was making me a puddle of wrecked nerves beneath the mask I wore. I began to dance as 'Closer by Nine Inch Nails' played. I watched him take his first sip of the champagne in hand as he watched me closely and I released a shaky breath while swaying my hips and touching myself to entertain him. Never did I think I would be strip dancing for Dax Kellen while planning his downfall as payback for what he did to me but here I was. Life was crazy with its sudden twists and turns. Releasing a short breath, I grabbed the pole before me and swirled up around it then I let go and twirled down in

All the air in my lungs leaves my body and I twitch in my seat as Zarn stares at his opponent for a brief second. This is it.... Zarn looks my way and I begin to smile, but he doesn't head toward me. Instead, he turns and walks down the line toward the group of Puelo women. He offers the one he danced with between our dances his hand and she takes it with a massive smile on her face.

They got polite claps. Then it was Sylvia’s turn. The music changed to something low and pulsing. Sylvia moved to the center. Her dance was all swaying hips and lingering glances. It was a mating dance, really. She was showing off for Caius, for every man watching. She was skilled, her body bending like a willow, her eyes promising secrets. She finished with a dramatic spin, her arms flung out. The hall clapped, louder than for the others. Men whistled.

An exasperated silence lingered in the air that was unbearable, directing my attention towards the announcer. “Play the music and let’s dance.” I smiled in a silent threat. “Now.” He coughed and stuttered, gathering himself before nodding. “Yes, yes. Play the music.” He signaled. Snatching Lazarus’s wrist when the cameras averted and pivoted onto the dancefloor. With one hand settled on my lower back, he intertwined our fingers with his other and moved us into a waltz. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Everyone saw that.” I fumed. “Are you fucking insane?”

Then she stood up and walked up to the stereo to play some twerking music. She twerked her butt in slow and fast rhythms – causing Dashiell to experience temporary blindness. “Does Gisela twerk for you sometimes?” “Nothing like that. That woman is pain and suffering.” “Has she ever given you a lap dance?” Pam asked once again. “Never. She is beside herself.” “Are you enjoying the sight of this ass?” Dashiell could only nod, his eyes widened like a little child who is seeing blue film for the first time. His breathing was quick and his dick shot up.

, he asks, holding out his hand. I must look confused (which I am) because he rolls his eyes, "Just because you are blackmailing me, it does not mean I won't extend the gift of dancing with me to you", he pushes his hand into mine, and drags me onto the dance floor. I toss my Corona into a nearby trash, and set Tiana's purse down.

(Music....) Lucy positioned herself well as the music began and swayed her body to the rhythm of the song. It was a rumba dance, which is often known as the dance of love She danced very slowly, but in a very sensual manner. She seemed to be trying to seduce Alex or something The dance was in deed very flirtatious, and within the next few minutes, Alex found himself stepping closer to her. He took off his suit and sat on the bed as he stared at Lucy with lustful yet curious eyes