Squidward Dancing Novels & Stories

As he gazed at them, a smile played at the corners of his lips. Andre made his way through the crowd of strippers, finally reaching a chair at the far end. He settled into it, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. The girls gathered around him, drawn by his presence. With the music growing louder, they swayed their hips and danced around him. Andre watched them with excitement, while some of the girls settled on either side of his legs, giving him lap dances. One of them approached him and said, "I've missed you so much, Scorpion."

I scrunched my nose in disgust and shook my head. I knew it. "No, thank you. Excuse us." "Hey, come on..." The guy slurred. "Just one dance. I know you will like it." Sarah and I made an eye-contact. I mouthed one, two... "Three!" I threw a punch at him but he caught it instantly. Sh*t. It was not how movies showed! He came closer. His mouth reeked of alcohol. Disgusting pig. No, it would be an insult to that animal.

Astrid was shocked to see my change in mood before she was looking at me warily. “Where are we going?” “Come on. You haven’t loosen up since the wedding and what a better way to loosen up other than dancing? Not slow dancing of course,” I said as I was pulling Astrid to the center of the dance floor. We did not yet dancing our first dance and to everyone’s surprise, the music was blaring our ears now. It was ‘Womanizer’ by Britney Spears. Astrid was looking around before she was looking at me. I smirked at her as I was swaying my hips to the music. The playful part in me was trying to play with Astrid for a moment when my wife decided to change all that. And shit was lost.

I’ve only been dancing with Ruben for like five minutes-- but when I look ahead, over his shoulder, I see none other than Gerrard Southerford dancing with a woman in a tight as fuck red latex dress, his hands trailing so low on her waist that they’re pretty much grazing her ass. Shock grips me, to the point where I almost stop dancing.

He looks over his shoulder at me, and I can see the candlelight reflected in his dark eyes. There's something raw in his expression. Not pleading exactly. But desperate. Like he knows I'm being pulled away again, like sand through his fingers, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. The muscle in his jaw ticks once, twice. We both only watch on, as both now take to the floor. Hidi is clearly beaming with joy, broken from her dark stupor, to be leading the dance again. While Nicoli’s shoulder fell slightly before resigning himself to yet another dance, a calmer smile graced his face while the veiled women and their dancing partners adjusted to the giants size back on the floor.

Then, she saw Zachary leaving the bar, supporting Vivian. That moment hit like a wave of ice, spreading cold through her entire chest. The bar was drowning in deafening music. In the midst of it, she whispered, “Scarlett, does dancing really help you forget your troubles?” “Why don’t you try? No harm in trying.” Without another word, Sarah charged straight into the dance floor, losing herself in the rhythm. The air was thick with smoke, alcohol, and something dangerously intoxicating. Scarlett figured Sarah had finally snapped out of it and followed her in.

“DJ. . . Let's go! Shake those booties and bazooms girlies. No dulling in The Void. Fill that void!” Dancing starts in earnest. Everyone dances in two's, rocking and rolling sultrily. Girls are fighting to get Khaid's attention and he makes sure to give them a tip of the iceberg. “You, follow me!” Khaid points to a curvy girl and makes his way towards the exit. Hate stares follow the girl as she giggles behind Khaid. Then time seems to stand still as everyone freezes. Shirt stains, head to chest collision and the painful hiss that follow thereafter. Someone bumps into Khaid.

That Disc Jockey knows his stuff. The cheer is a roar, and it is a combination of hollering and lip-synching. Soon the party is alive again. Abe leaps out of his seat, startling Ahmed wide awake. He bounds into the quickly converging crowd and screams "Gimme space, make I no kill person!" then he does that swaying dance he does, with his knees bent in a crouching stance, his arms moving as if he's rocking some big Madam's hip.

Apparently Judd takes that as an invitation, because he presses closer to my backside, his hand still on my hip. Ah, what the hell. I love this song, and it’s just a dance. I spin around to face Judd, throwing an arm over his shoulder. He’s got the biggest, goofiest grin on his face as he slides both hands to my waist, displaying some truly terrible dance moves. The guy can’t even find the beat!

Upon hearing Hazel clearing her throat, Aaron stops his dance. "What are you doing? Jumping and do some weird movement," she asked. "Uh... I was doing some shark dance with him," Aaron state. "Huh? Shark dance?" she confuses. "Well, it like this.." he shows her and starts to sing it too. "Baby shark do-do-do-do-do.." "Okay, okay...I get it. Stop it will you?" Hazel laughs seeing Aaron do the dance. He's a bit pleased to see her laugh. She looks very beautiful with a smile on her face. At least not the stoic face she usually shows them.