Life of the Rich and Lonely

Ellie didn’t dry hump- or dancing was it called? She didn’t do that, so why won’t he get that through his head? Oh right, because it’s Homecoming and he’s not allowed to dance without his date. Whatever. A four part story.

Hour One

Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.

Ellie tugged on her end, her bare feet though, easily sliding on the maroon carpet. On the other end, her date was tugging at her hands, pulling her towards the large wooden floor set directly in the middle of the lobby.

GET LOW, GET LOW! ROCK YOUR BODY SLOW!

“I can’t dance!” Ellie yelled, “You really, really don’t understand- I can’t dance!”

“Come over here, Ellie. Your Daddy wants you to meet his friends.”

“You can dance!” He yelled, but by now their voices were drowning in the beats of the music.

He settled Ellie in front of him, grabbing her cold hands into his sweaty ones, his translucent white shirt stuck to his body from hours of dancing before hand, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows.

“You’ll like it,” He promised, leaning into Ellie’s ear to whisper at her, “Trust me.”

“Come over here, Ellie. Your Daddy wants you to meet his friends.”

Ellie paused.

DIP IT IN THE UNDERCARRIAGE- UH HUH!

Air hovered the room in a mist of sweat, dancing bodies swayed together, their hips grinding against one another.

“Pl-Please, I can’t, I can’t dance.” Ellie said, breathing. She shook her head, the hair was stiff, curled into a bun to the side of her head, “I can’t do this- I spent two hours on my hair.”

I WANNA MAKE YOU PURR, YOU LITTLE SEXY THING.

“So did I, and I don’t care, it’s a Homecoming Dance, Ellie. So dance,” He said and he moved her hands in a circular motion, physically telling her to move.

So dance. So dance. So dance.

Trust me.

And Ellie did.

GET LOW, GET LOW! ROCK YOUR BODY SLOW!

She closed her eyes, Ellie did, swaying her hips as he leaned his head on her shoulders, and hands resting on her hips.

“That’s it,” He mumbled against her neck, “You got it.”

But Ellie couldn’t listen; her ears were drowning out to the music.

“Next song,” Her boyfriend said for the pause which came right before the next song would start.

He carefully turned Ellie around, holding her shoulder’s gently.

MY HEARTS IS NOW A BEATING DOOR!

“Go against the beat,” Her friend April had instructed her a week before Homecoming, “Don’t do the same move over and over- it gets boring.”

Ellie distanced her eyes, swaying her hips and moving her arms up to chest level.

Gradually, it was easier to breath now, moving bodies somehow familiar.

She felt his body move against hers’, he body barely touching from behind, his comforting hands which were once on her shoulders, was now dancing on her belly.

“You do know how to dance,” He said, “Admit you’re having fun.”

Admit it. Admit it. Admit it.

It wasn’t that Ellie knew how to dance- she did it often, opening her iTunes and just swaying her hips around her family’s apartment. Her Dad came over to visit once, in fact, opening the door the quiet way he usually did, but letting the keys jingle, signaling his arrival.

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

Ellie immediately stopped dancing, darting up the stairs.

He danced his fingers across her belly as Ellie moved, she felt his suddenly sweaty body near hers’ and felt a wave fall over her.

“Come over here, Ellie,” Her dad called, the keys were still dangling in his loose fingers before falling to the tile.

Ellie’s eyes suddenly darted up, aware of the room, the sweat, the humidity, the feeling of his groin dancing softly behind her back.

Come down here, Ellie,” Her dad called, “Come over here, Ellie. Your Daddy wants you to meet his friends.”

YEAH YEAH! MY HEART IS LIKE A MELODY, PLAYED ONLY FOR YOU TO SEE!

Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.

“I can’t do this,” Ellie pushed away glancing only at her date’s fallen face.

“You were so close,” He said, “You were having fun, Ellie, admit it.”

“I told you I hate dancing,” Ellie only replied and she stumbled off the dance floor, searching the carpet for her heels.

And her date trailed after her whispering to himself.

So close. So close. So close.

GET IT DONE! MY HEART ONLY STRIPS FOR YOU!

“Come over here, Ellie. Your Daddy wants you to meet his friends.”

“Dancing the same way is boring.”

Dancing in general is a way to touch each other.

Dancing is disgusting.

And Ellie clutched her stomach, darting into the girl’s bathroom before he could reach for her hand.

“Ellie wai-“

And Ellie sat there, in one of the open stalls, clutching her bun. She yanked on the pins, letting one by one, the strands rush down and curling.

“Your hair is so straight, but don’t worry Ellie, we’ll make it curl!”

She felt disgusting, she didn’t like the fact sweat was smearing on her arms and that being none of it was hers’. The ghostly feel of his hands playing on her stomach and the whispered kisses were lingering as she tried to rub them away.

No use, her eyes rolled up into the broken lights above her.

I hate dancing.

To be continued.