Page 24 of Dance Dirty With Me

“No, Baby, I don’t. They use me. They want a good time, tobe made to feel special, beautiful, or younger.” He sits down on the side of the bed, his head bowed.

“They think I can give them what they’re missing, just for a while, and when they’re done with me, I’m back in the gutter.”

I crawl over to him and put my arms around him, pressing my lips to his shoulder. I’ve never thought of it like that. I assumed he had a charmed life.

“Four months ago I was in Monaco. I’ve even danced with Estelle Winters,” he says, his voice taking on a bitter tone. “And now I’m here, trying to get holidaymakers to join our singing competition or enter the knobbly knees contest.”

I run my hand up and down his back, and he leans into me resting his head on my shoulder.

We stay like that, in silence, with my arms wrapped around him, for a long few minutes until he turns to me. His lips seek mine. His kiss is urgent and needy, and I respond eagerly, letting him possess my mouth. He pushes me down onto the bed and straddles my hips, sitting back and looking down at me.

“It’s my turn now,” he says darkly, before shuffling backwards and unbuttoning my trousers quickly and pulling them down over my hips. He tugs at my briefs until he releases my dick. He doesn’t take his time, or treat me delicately. Instead, he nearly swallows me whole with a greedy pleasure. My hips buck at the sensation of his lips round my cock and the perfect pressure of his mouth along the length of it.

“Oh fuck!” I nearly come straight off, and he slows down a little, maintaining a rhythm while I lie back and wonder if I’ve entered heaven. It’s too perfect, it’s too much, and I can’thold on for long. My hips move on their own, and all too soon my orgasm rips through me, hard and savage. Not like any I’ve had before. It feels cathartic, as if a part of me has let go. He slides his mouth off my softening cock and gathers me to him, holding me tight, and I wonder who needed that the most, him or me.

“Step one, two, three.” Baby counts out loud as we twirl round the dance studio. He’s taken to hanging out in the studio. If I’m teaching, he sits in one of the chairs and reads, though I know he steals glances at me, as I do of him. He’s a distraction, but a good one, and there’s no way I can send him away. In between lessons we dance, but I can’t seem to get enough of him and would rather hold him and kiss him. I grab him round the waist and pull him closer.

“Do you think you can step into my dance space?” He grins at me, wriggling out of my grasp and lifting his arms to dance again.

“You need to lock your frame, Johnny boy.” He smirks.

“Johnny boy?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Uh-huh.” He gives me a beautiful smile as he dances past me. A smile that lights up his pretty face, the one I see when I close my eyes at night and think of when I wake each morning.I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and I know it can’t last but I can enjoy it just for a little while. I can also play his game. I crook my finger at him, gesturing for him to come on over.

“Well, little Mr Fix-It. Come over here and fix me.”

He dances over and right on past me, wiggling his cute backside as he goes.

“Hey!” I exclaim, and he circles back around and into my arms. I hold his hips and push my thigh between his legs, enjoying the sight of him trying to keep it together as we writhe together.

We both hear a tread on the steps outside and jump apart, Baby continuing to dance. There isn’t another lesson for at least half an hour, so when I turn I see Nicola standing in the doorway.

“So, this is where you’ve been,” she says to Baby, her voice holding a hint of accusation.

“I’m taking dance lessons, so I don’t step on your toes,” Baby manages to say smoothly, still moving round the floor.

“That’s sweet of you,” she says in a way that makes my stomach curdle. “But I could have taught you. She dances a couple of steps.” I tend to show my emotions on my face, so I daren’t risk looking at Baby. I turn away and go over to the record player.

Nicola follows me over.

“So, Johnny, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about the dance for the last show on Sunday night.”

This sounds promising, so I decide to go for it.

“I have some great ideas. I’ve been working with the entertainment staff on a crossover from some of the steps they’re doing in the clubs.”

I demonstrate a couple of moves, quite raunchy but nothing close to how we dance in the staff room. That would never be seen on the dance floor.

“Woah, that’s a bit too much.” Nicola puts out her hands and I come to a stop. “Listen to this. Every year we dance the mambo, but I was thinking this year we could dance the jive?”

“The jive?” I’m not sure what era she thinks we live in.

“The jive, that will get them going.”

Yes, about thirty years ago it might have. But I can see on her face that her mind is made up, and that it would be too much for her to accept anything new or exciting.

“Yeah, sure,” I say, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. She walks back across the room.

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