Dirty Dancing (Audition With A Billionaire, #1) (Erotic Romance) Page 2

  “NO! It was cold, woman. Geez…” He made his way towards my kitchen. “I got you a little something to cheer you up.”

  I followed behind him wondering what it could be. Suddenly, he spun around and began doing some weird dance move followed by multiple body rolls while holding up a bottle of vodka. As goofy as this was, the way he moved his body was evidence enough to tell that he’d be really good in bed. Some girl is going to be so lucky to fuck him, I’m almost a little jealous just thinking about it.

  “Drink up! I’m taking you out,” he said, still dancing.

  “I don’t even want to do anything, Danny.”

  He paused, “Look, I know you’re sad and all that but you need to get over it. It’s not like this was your one and only chance of getting noticed. You’re still a great singer and dancer so stop moping around about what one guy didn’t say to you.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, but I seriously hate that guy, who does he think he is?”

  “Well, for one, he’s the CEO of MK Entertainment so he can do whatever he damn well pleases.”

  I grabbed the bottle from his hand, “How do you open this thing?”

  “Um, don’t you need a shot glass?”

  “No,” I managed to pry it open and quickly poured around five gulps worth of vodka straight into my mouth. I felt the burn as it made its way down my throat. I held my nose trying hard not to taste it.

  “Damn, girl!”

  I slammed the bottle down on the table, my throat burning now as I exhaled.

  “You?” I said, tilting the top of the bottle in Danny’s direction.

  “I’m driving!”

  “Oh yeah,” I burped, my face still cringing at the aftertaste.

  “Now that you have a head start, go put something nicer on and let’s get out of here!”

  “What do you mean ‘nicer’? What’s wrong with this?” I pulled my tank top up as if it were a skirt and spun around, exposing my torso.

  “Just hurry up! You look like you just woke up from a 5 year nap!”

  “Okay, that’s kind of true” I slurred. “F-Fine, I’ll go put on some nicer clothes, you asshole.”

  I stumbled towards my bedroom, smiling. Maybe I should head back to the kitchen naked, holding two different outfits for him to choose from. No, he has to be gay. Drunken thoughts, Crystal, drunken thoughts. He’s definitely gay, he has to be.

  ***

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Chapter 7

  “Wait, stop!”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, put it back!”

  Danny turned the radio back to the song I wanted to hear. It was an overplayed pop song that was really catchy and upbeat.

  I sat up from the car seat and began dancing, slurring the lyrics as loud as I could.

  “Okay, calm down! You’re gonna get me pulled over!”

  I continued, singing into my imaginary microphone as Danny shook his head.

  “Come on, have a little fun!”

  He continued driving, completely focused on the road. Danny was silent all the way up to the chorus. That was when he smiled at me and suddenly started singing along. I was so happy, as if I had just received the greatest present ever.

  We drove into the parking lot while singing at the top of our lungs. Quickly after entering, my body shot forward as Danny floored the breaks. The seatbelt dug into my chest, stinging me just a little. Some guy in an expensive black car cut us off and pulled up to the front of the entrance.

  “What the fuck was that! I’m going to kill that asshole!” I was so angry that I fumbled with the car door’s handle and tried to open the window a few times, failing horribly and shouting at the passenger’s side window causing bursts of fog against the glass.

  Danny turned the corner as I continued yelling at the car.

  “Chill. Just forget about that douche.”

  “But he almost killed us!”

  “I know, but whatever, just let it go,” I could tell Danny was upset about it too but wanted me to calm down so I sat back and crossed my arms.

  We found a spot not too far from the entrance and I got out and slammed the door hoping I could get a glimpse of whoever it was that almost killed us but the car was gone.

  “Alright, act sober or they won’t let you in. You know this.”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

  The bouncer did the usual: check our ID’s, made sure I wasn’t carrying any weapons and then they patted us down. They get a little too close sometimes when they feel you up.

  We entered the dark pathway as the bass blared from the speakers, getting louder with each step. Danny’s mood suddenly shifted and he started dancing again, so I followed suit.

  The place was dark with neon lights, loud music, and a huge crowd. We sifted through the people, each one either smiling as we passed by or too focused grinding on someone else.

  “Where are we?” I screamed over the music.

  “Don’t worry about it, just have fun!”

  I let out a confused smile and started bobbing my head to the music while we continued our way through the crowd.

  “You want something to drink?”

  “Alright, my buzz is almost gone.” I was still a little drunk but I wasn’t drunk enough.

  Danny and I went over to the bar and once one of bartenders acknowledged us, we were handed two drinks. We each grabbed a glass, and looked at each other confused.

  The bartender smiled, “Compliments of the gentleman over there,” pointing across the bar to a man standing with a drink in his hands.

  It was him. Michael Krinsen. The asshole CEO.

  He put two extended fingers to his eyebrows and pushed them forward, saluting us, then he took a sip and turned around, walking off into the crowd.

  “Was that who I think it was?”

  “Uh, yeah. I didn’t think he would be here.”

  “What do you mean? Where are we really, Danny?”

  “Okay, I wasn’t going to tell you but since you already saw him I might as well: we’re at the celebration event for the contestants that made the cut.”

  “You’re joking, right? Of all the places, why would you think I’d want to be here?”

  “I’m sorry but I wasn’t expecting Michael to actually be here! It’s not like you would have known if he didn’t show up! Plus, you’re my best buddy,” he put an arm around me, “I’d rather celebrate this night with you, not with all of these random people that I don’t even know!”

  He seemed genuinely sorry and I was still upset about it all, but this was his night. I want him to have as much fun as possible so I shouldn’t cause a scene.

  “You owe me big time, buddy.”

  “I know, I know. Let’s go dance!”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Chapter 8

  After sifting through the crowd while holding our glass in the air, we managed to find a spot near the middle to dance. Lots of good looking people surrounded us, dancing together as if they were having sex on the dance floor. Many of them were hot, not just your average cutie next door hot, but possible-celebrity hot. I noticed a few familiar faces from the auditions and wondered how their performances could have been better than mine while I bobbed my head to the music.

  “Hey!” Danny lifted his glass towards me, “Cheers!”

  I smacked my glass against his, “Cheers!”

  We danced in place, keeping a safe distance from each other while slowly sipping on our drinks. I could tell Danny was getting tipsy by the way he kept staring into my eyes. This familiar stare, where he gazed back and fourth into my eyes, down to my lips, only happened after he’s had a few drinks. Whatever Michael got us must have been strong.

  Danny lifted his glass and as I looked up at it, I felt his palm gently hold my waist. He scooted in closer, pulling my body against his. He did this thing with his hips as he danced, similar to those belly dancers who have amazing control of their bodies. It gyrated to the beat and I felt like I was in a trance. He smiled as
I moved myself closer, trying to match his movement but unable to keep up.

  “Bottoms up!”

  We clanked our glasses and downed the rest of the drink. My buzz was back now in full effect, and I felt on top of the world. At that moment, it felt like nothing mattered except Danny. The entire room became a blur and all that I could see was Danny’s face, glowing in the light creating shadows in all the right places. He put his other hand around my waist, pulling me a little closer. I closed my eyes as we began grinding on each other.

  I placed my legs between his and felt the top of his thigh rubbing against the outside of my panties. It felt like every spot was being hit with precision to the beat. Danny’s strong hands guided me now and we began moving in unison. I closed my eyes and imagined that this is how sex with Danny would feel like. My breathing got heavier each second, trying hard not to moan.

  He turned me around and I opened my eyes slightly, looking at people in front of me dancing to the beat. The neon lights were flashing in the dark and I closed my lids again as Danny placed himself against my ass.

  He kept one hand on my waist and pulled me in closer to his body.

  “Having fun?” he whispered.

  I nodded, rubbing my ass against him as his hand slid down my waist towards my legs. Each touch from Danny felt like a vibration. We motioned to the music as if we were one.

  I felt a soft trace of his finger go slowly down my arm and into my hand. He squeezed it tightly and let go. My eye’s opened when I realized there was now a piece of folded paper in my palms.

  I quickly turned around and saw Danny grinding with some girl with blonde hair. He smiled, giving me a thumbs up.

  I collected my thoughts and glanced around the dance floor but it was too crowded and I couldn’t really see anything. I unfolded the paper, trying hard to focus on what was written on it.

  “469.”

  I looked up at everyone dancing then back to Danny. Our eyes met and I pointed at the paper. He continued dancing with the girl and gave me a shrug.

  “I’ll be right back!” I yelled. Danny nodded and I made my way through the crowd towards the restroom.

  The lights in the restroom were bright, almost blinding. I examined the paper, flipping it over and over as if something else would appear but all it said was ‘469’.

  I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I didn’t look like a psychopath while I adjusted my dress. My curiosity got the best of me and I headed towards the elevators. Once inside, I glanced at the buttons to see how many floors there were: 12.

  I pressed 4 and stood there as the door closed, still hearing music playing in my head.

  Once the door opened, I made my way out, looking both ways. It was empty. I held the paper close to my face and began walking through the dimly lit hallway. I paused in front of 469, the door was slightly opened.

  “Hello?” I said, letting myself in slowly. The room was big, probably a suite. The ceilings were high and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling above a nicely finished wooden table. I examined the walls which were dark red in color covered with golden framed mirrors of various sizes. The back wall was a gigantic window overlooking the city with black curtains on each size. It was beautiful.

  “Didn’t think you’d come.”

  “Excuse me?”

  The black leather chair spun around and I squinted my eyes as I inched closer. My head was still spinning as the silhouette of the man got out of his chair and walked towards me.

  My vision slowly began to focus as the light hit his face.

  He grinned, “You danced a lot better out there.”

  I blinked a few times trying to regain my vision. His soft fingers lay under my chin lifting my head up. My eyes widened and my blood began to boil when I realized who it was.

  I looked deep into his eyes, “You.”

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  “Please, please give it to me,” I said, unable to contain myself.

  He wet his cock with the juices of my pussy by slowly motioning it up and down. He placed the head of his hard cock at my entrance, “Tell me you want it,” he demanded.

  “I want it! I want it,” I screamed.

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