Slow Dancing Burning Room Novels & Stories

My entire body felt like it was on fire, and certain sensitive areas were practically scorching. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby mirror. My cheeks were flushed a deep, unnatural crimson. Was I coming down with a fever? Panicked, I tried to stand up, but my legs felt like jelly. Somehow, I managed to stumble toward the door. Just as my hand touched the knob, I heard voices on the other side. It was Kevin and another instructor, Damon Ross. Damon sneered. "That woman is definitely sleeping with Liam. They live together and eat together, but they aren't official? Please. I bet he's her side-piece."

“I just wasn't expecting it to taste like jet fuel and… sin.” I turned my attention to the stage. A slow, grinding remix of “Do You Love Me” began to thump through the speakers—the song from Dirty Dancing, but this version was darker, filthier. A group of men and women were on the stage, their movements a display of raw hunger. They shed their clothes with a practiced, teasing slowness, their skin shimmering with oil under the red spotlights until there was nothing left to the imagination. I didn’t have to vividly explain it all.

He dimmed the room lights, leaving on, after a few failed attempts, a spotlight illuminating the small stage where the pole dance pole stood. Walking over to the sound system, he selected a song he thought would be perfect, considering he wasn't a good dancer for anything that required fast movements. "Trust Me" by Dee Joy and Yasmine Shah started playing, and he took his position under the spotlight, always followed by her curious gaze.

Maybe she’d shoot Eddie Vedder a tweet. Some of the kids here in the back room had begun to dance and Leesa watched jealously. With her bad leg, dancing was something she had never been able to enjoy. Luckily, Rave wasn’t into dancing, either. They’d only danced once, a wonderful slow dance to Coldplay’s “Yellow” back at the big Halloween party. Slow dancing with Rave was almost as amazing as kissing him—and a lot safer. She wondered whether the BPD’s would be playing any slow songs tonight. Probably much later, she guessed, when the frat boys were trying to put the final romantic touches on whoever they had chosen for the night. For now, they wanted all the girls dancing and partying wildly

My eyes caught the bar straight ahead where the bartender watched me, even whilst cleaning the tumbler in his hands, his sharp green eyes followed me and then he turned away facing the man that occupied the seat in front of him. We disappeared into a dark hallway where the sound was muffled the lights were static and unmoving and pairs of people were making out. There were several doors that lined up in the hallway and the brunette grabbed my hands tugging me towards one of the doors where a hefty bouncer stood. “Move it Carl- we have someone special.” the brunette said and the bouncer eyed me before he moved aside. The brunette’s friend pushed the door open and the one behind me urged me fu

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands. -Daphne du Maurier. |Z Y R A| When we started dancing first, the room faded away and it haven't come to existence even yet. As the music pulsed through the air, Nic and I moved together on the dance floor. His gentle grip on my hand, tightened, as he twirled me around before pulling me close in his embrace, his hand circling around my small waist.

I buckle my seatbelt and look up to see he’s looking at me with an odd look on his face. “What?” I ask softly. “You… um… look nice.” Simon says as he quickly shakes his head to snap himself back into reality. He shifts the car into reverse and backs out into the street. When we arrive at The Brickhouse, the bar is packed with people. I grab us a table adjacent to the stage where the band is setting up and Simon grabs us a couple drinks from the bar. The band starts playing. It’s a cover band and they’re actually pretty good. We are each about 4 Long Islands deep when the band starts playing one of my favorite songs- Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer.

The lights coming from the huge crystal chandelier gave the dance floor a cozy atmosphere and the decoration was impeccably similar to the Playboy bunny house. I let out a short sigh as I noticed the elegance and opulence of the room. Even after two months working there, I still hadn't gotten used to such luxury. Some of the girls were on the well-lit stage on the other side of the house, dancing to Kate Perry's Dark Horse, which filled the entire room. Others were parading around the hall and chatting to some of the men. - Even the boxes are full tonight, Ell. - Tk polished a glass absent-mindedly. - I think our extra tonight will be the size of the professor's.

Wounded girls still smiled. “Dance for me,” the man said, exhaling smoke like a god in the shadows. Rylee didn’t flinch. She didn’t ask for a name. She didn’t ask for rules. She simply reached for the remote on the side table and clicked it. The music started..low, heavy bass, the kind that vibrated through ribs…and the red lights ignited, flooding the room in blood-colored haze. Her shawl slid off her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. One slow, deliberate movement at a time, she turned her body into art.

BURNING LIKE EMBERS, FALLING TENDER, LONGING FOR THE DAYS OF NO SURRENDER YEARS AGO AND WILL YOU KNOW SO SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOT' EM CAUSE IT'S GOING DOWN ALL I EVER WANTED WAS YOU I'LL NEVER GET TO HEAVEN CAUSE I DON'T KNOW-HOW LET'S RAISE A GLASS OR TWO TO ALL THE THINGS I'VE LOST ON YOU OH-OH TELL ME ARE THEY LOST ON YOU? OH-OH JUST THAT YOU COULD CUT ME LOOSE OH-OH AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE LOST ON YOU IS THAT LOST ON YOU? OH-OH-OH-OH, OH-OH OH-OH-OH-OH IS THAT LOST ON YOU? OH-OH-OH-OH, OH-OH Everyone was swaying slowly on the song, enjoying their time, and then the men started spinning their women as they started changing their partners, and the hall filled with laughter. Laura, Lisa, Tina all