The Good Dancer

Trigger warning- this short story contains strong sexual content, and mature themes.

The Good Dancer.

Introduction- Slow Motion.

As he danced, the whole world stopped for me. I watched as he danced in slow motion. Sexy. A bottle of beer in one hand, and a cigarette in the other- he got it on, and both he and I loved every second of it. His name was Clive, and that was the night I fell in love with him.

Part One- It Was Cold Out.

As everyone danced outside, I could see Clive’s hardened nipples through his shirt, and I wanted to see more. It was cold out, so I wanted to keep him warm. I ran up to him. I whispered in his ear.

“Come home with me? I’m dying, and I need you.” Then Clive kissed me there on the dance floor in front of everyone, and my nipples, too, got hard along with other things. He literally picked me up off the ground, and he carried me to his car. His kiss was the gift of a lifetime. It changed my world forever.

Part Two- At His Hotel.

I did not know Clive was rich. He was living in the nicest hotel in the entire state of Arkansas, and I loved every second I spent with him there. The pool. The bed. All of the television screens. The best. Yes, it was the best night of my life, and when he slid into me, I kind of went into shock. I froze. Then I touched his bare chest, and realized it was truly happening. He was there. He was with me. I knew deep down it was wrong, but we did it anyway.

“I think I need you to help me put on my oxygen.” I requested. “Please hand it to me. I just need it for a moment.”

He strapped it on my face as if my life depended on it, and my feelings for him grew even more. It was almost the witching hour, and the hotel bar was closed. I took deep breaths, and removed my oxygen.

“I’m ready for round two.”

Part Three- Hot Tubs are Fun!

The hot tub was perfection. That is all I have to say on that.

Part Four- Back to the Machine.

“I think I need back on my machine. We left it in the room.” I said gasping for air, and Clive picked me up out of the water, and rushed me to his room. I felt safe in his arms- as if I was going to make it through the night.

He strapped me in, and he held me tight.

“I got you.” He said over and over. “I’m never letting you go.”

Part Four- Limbo.

I felt myself slip away, and I got stuck in limbo waiting to be thrown into Hell for what I had done, but then Clive squeezed me tighter.

“Come back!” He whispered in my ear, and I did!

Part Five- Alex and Eve.

A knock came to the door, and room service had arrived. Clive had ordered up some wine, champagne, and lots and lots of food. He fed me. I liked it. The champagne was a nice touch.

“Would you like for me to clean your oxygen mask? I have one, too. Will only take a minute.” Said Alex from room service.

“That would be amazing.” Another great gift! Who does that? I thought. Who offers to clean someone’s nose piece? What a nice guy! Eve assisted. She knew what she was doing, and I hid under the blankets naked waiting for them to leave, so Clive and I could go at it for round three.

Part Six- The Truth.

“I was given five years to live nine years ago. I’m glad I made it this long, so that I got to meet you.” I told Clive, and he whispered in my ear again.

“I think I have the perfect gift for you.” Then, the next day, he took me on his business trip to the big city- New York!

Part Seven- Exquisite Coffee.

Who would have ever thought that I would make it to New York City? I thought as I sat outside a Starbucks waiting for Clive to finish up his meeting. As I daydreamed, and people watched, he came out angry. I had never seen him that way. I put out my cigarette, and turned on my oxygen machine.

“They let me go.” He said as he picked up the chair that was next to me, and he slammed it hard on the ground three times, and chucked it into the street right in front of a taxi driver that honked, and cursed at both of us. New York!

“Let’s go!” He said, and he firmly grabbed my hand, and we got into that very taxi cab after an apology was made from Clive to the driver. The driver played beautiful music, and he felt bad after he realized I was not doing so well health wise. He wished me luck, and I gave him a big smile, and gifted him with the largest tip he had ever received. I would never tip again.

Part Eight- One Last Chance.

Clive received a life changing call.

“One last chance.” Said his boss.

“Deal.” Said Clive. He hung up. “I’m sorry, baby. I gotta get back to the office.” He said to me. I felt myself fading, so I simply cried, and went up to my room alone dragging my oxygen machine. I wanted him to hold me.

Clive showed up hours later. He had stopped on his way to get begonias for me. Red ones. My favorite. It was the last thing he bought me. The last thing anyone had ever bought me.

Part Nine- When I had to Go.

Even with oxygen, it could be hard to breathe. Sometimes a few puffs off a cigarette helped me catch my breath. I removed my oxygen, and I lit up. Thank God for tobacco. I thought as I had my last cigarette. I turned over on the bed. I looked at Clive. I smiled really big, and I took my last breath.

Part Ten- The Aftermath.

Poor Clive got me home. Since he had managed to keep his job- he had no problems with the ordeal. At my funeral, people were told I died peacefully in my sleep, but, no- I died looking at him with him looking at me, and I died happy.