Love to Dance

My Girlfriend of three years loves to dance. We go a couple of nights a week. My name is Derek, and she is Laurie, and she is hot. After a few drinks, we can really get into dirty dancing, which we both love; Laurie never wears panties or bra dancing. Her 34B boobs are so firm you might question if they are real. We were looking for a new place to dance since we had been run out of a few places.

An old flame of Laurie's, Jeff Driscoll, had a place out on the county line. Her friend Liz recommended Laurie give it a try. The place seemed to be jumping when we got there. Laurie was wearing a knockout light summer dress, a little on the short side but perfect for dancing. We had a few dances and a drink when her old flame came in; he was accompanied by three obviously bodyguards. He invited us over to the VIP table; Laurie was impressed and excited, so we went. After a few minutes of conversation and a round of drinks, he asked Laurie to dance, They went out on the floor, and he was all over her, she didn't seem to mind, so it was ok with me.

I am not the jealous type, and what Laurie does, she does. So, when they got back to the table, I got up to dance the next one with Laurie. Unfortunately for him, one of the bodyguards tried to stop me. I tried to use restraint, but I think I broke his wrist. Jeff wisely raised his hand to stop the other bodyguards from interfering.

I took Laurie out on the floor.

"Hey, Laurie, who is this guy? You really seemed to enjoy dancing with him"

Yes, he really is hot and filthy rich; it really is good seeing him again." was her reply.

We danced some more, switching between Jeff and me. Finally, we got ready to leave, and Laurie asked.

"I'm not ready to go, yet Jeff has offered to drive me home. Do you mind?"

Well, I got the message. I assumed our three-year relationship was over; I shrugged my shoulder and headed home. All this took place on Friday night; she came home Sunday morning. I was sitting reading my paper and drinking my coffee. I didn't even lookup.

"I packed your stuff for you, so it's all ready to go, help yourself to coffee. Then, if you want breakfast, you know where everything is." I said it as pleasantly as I could.

She uttered my name and collapsed on the floor. When I looked at her, I was shocked; she was beaten to hell. One eye bulged and was bright red; the side of her face almost looked collapsed. She managed to relay to me that she went home with Jeff and had sex with him, then he turned her over to his bodyguards and told her she didn't need to come back. The bodyguards used her, and the one with the broken wrist did this to her face, said it was a message to me.

I quickly got her cleaned up and into a clean robe and then to the hospital. She lapsed into a coma shortly after that. Later that day, two plainclothes detectives came to the house, Laurie had passed away, and I was taken in for questioning. A neighbor saw her arrive at my place that morning, so I was let go.

I looked up Laurie's friend Liz, the one who recommended Jeff's place. Liz was an absolute knockout; she looked like a pinup; I found out Jeff called her that got her to recommend the club to Laurie. I took Liz to dinner and talked her into going dancing at the county line nightclub. His goons spotted me right away; they talked with Jeff and then ignored me. There was a nice-looking woman at his table.

"That's his wife; his daughter is sitting the next table over. That's her bodyguard with her; he doesn't let the daughter out of his sight."

I handed Liz my car keys and told her to head home; things might get rough. As soon as Liz walked out, I got up and went over to the daughter's table and asked her to dance; she looked shocked that I would dare to ask. Her bodyguard got up to run me off, but a quick shot under the heart sat him down; he wouldn't be feeling well for a while. Nevertheless, the daughter was thrilled, and we went on the dance floor.

She was a great dancer and flowed gracefully across the floor. I asked her name.

"My name is Joan; you know they are going to hurt you, don't you?"

"Well, it will be worth it to dance with such a beautiful lady."

We stayed on the floor for three more dances, dancing closer and closer; she had great dirty dancing potential. I led her back to her table; one of Jeff's goons told me that Jeff wanted a word. I went over to his table and, without waiting to be asked, I slid in next to his wife.

Jeff looked pissed. He ordered drinks and tried to contain himself. I placed my hand on his wife's thigh under the table; she made no effort to move it.

"You're asking for it," he almost spits at me.

"Well, we shared dance partners last time I was here; how bout I dance with your wife."

"I'd love to," his wife said as she slid over to get out of the booth. Revealing some very sexy thighs.

I found out her name was Emily, and she was all over me; we did everything but fuck on the dance floor. Finally, Jeff called a band break to get us off the floor. I slid back into the booth. To my surprise, her hand was on my thigh.

"I'm going to kill you," he hissed.

"You're not; you are chicken shit; you will have your boys try."

I suggested his wife go to the powder room; as she walked away, I continued.

"After in through with your boys, I'm going to fuck your wife and your daughter in front of you."

With that, I headed out the door; I grabbed one of the taxis sitting out in front of the joint. I figured they would make their play away from the club since the intent would be to take me out.

Of course, the driver was a plant, and the plan was to pull over, and when I got out, I never would have survived the ambush. It didn't take but a couple of seconds to convince the driver to abandon his plans and drive to my apartment. I didn't pay him, but I gave him a great tip, "find another job."

I got out of the cab and headed inside; I reached inside the elevator and sent it to the fifth floor while I slipped out the back of the building. I went around the building and moved up behind the limo. A quick shot to the driver's temple ensured he wouldn't be driving anywhere for a while. I entered the building, and the daughter's bodyguard was at the elevator; he had a good memory; he saw me, raised his hands and shook his head no. I pointed upstairs, and he indicated three; with that, he slipped past me and headed out--a very wise decision.

They were outside my door, waiting to make their rush into my apartment. I was in amongst them before they knew what was happening; a few broken bones, and a few seconds later, I was escorting "broken" wrist to the roof. He cursed and bitched every step of the way. Once on the roof, I asked if he enjoyed beating Laurie. He started to tell me what a hot piece of ass she was. I don't know if he got to finish on his way down to the sidewalk or not.

I let things cool down a bit. It was a couple of weeks later, and I was on the second floor of the Driscoll Manor. The two outside guards were sleeping in the flower beds. As I made my way toward the master suite, a side door opened and Mrs Driscoll stepped out. She let out a gasp and pulled me into the room she just came out of. She undid her robe and shrugged it off, and she certainly was some kind of hot naked. Being the gentleman that I am, I really had no choice but to let her suck my cock when she knelt in front of me. Make no mistake about it she was damn good. I hated to cum and go so fast, but I quickly bound and gagged her after I finished.

I sat in the master suite waiting for Jeff, he panicked when he came out of the shower and saw me.

"Why Laurie" I asked?

"Because the bitch dumped me, I had to get even, nobody dumps me."

Well, were going for a ride Jeff, I'm sure you know what that means. Next time you cut in on a dance, you should know who the dance partner is.

He cried and bawled the whole ride. I loved it.

I was surprised to hear months later his daughter took over his racket, not his wife. I was going to have to take her dancing.