I do not own Dirty Dancing.
Chapter Six
POV Johnny
Vivian Pressman
Bored out of my mind, I do a slow Cross Body Lead with Vivian. The fur wrap she'd been wearing till this point in the evening fell to the floor, forgotten. I was dancing with her for the second time this evening. She was trying to dance with me for the second time this evening. In my opinion that was two times too many. I could only take so much of her and the infernal black dress she wore. Despite what she thought, I didn't need to see her breasts in order to dance with her.
Standing at the railing is the meek, curly haired girl I taught to dance last night. Not ballroom dancing, but real, dirty dancing. Her Parents stood behind her, protectively, and she melted into them, like she didn't want to be seen. She'd been stuck in my head all day, and, much to my aggravation, still was. Worse still, she seemed to be watching me, though more with a mild curiosity than the predatory gaze women like Vivian gave me.
Max walked over to the small family, a smile on his face, one he would never give to any of the staff. "Aren't you dancing, Doc?" He asked.
"We're waiting for a Waltz," The girl's Mother answered.
"Ah," Max answered, before turning to watch Vivian and I.
I lead her into an Underarm Turn, and Vivian giggled, "Hi, Max. Aren't my dance lessons starting to pay off?"
"You look great, Vivian," Max called, "Terrific," He assured her. I could feel the Daughter staring coldly at us, as Vivian traced a finger from my ear down my jaw. I didn't need to read her mind to be able to know she didn't approve of Vivian's behavior. I didn't either. But I couldn't do anything about it. All Vivian wanted from me was sex. She could flirt with me and call me lover, and I couldn't refuse her offers of dance lessons, or avoid her, or shout at her to stop flirting with me, because she would report me for hostile behavior. No one would believe me over her, and I would be fired.
In the background, I hear Max explain Vivian to the girl's Father, "It's Vivian Pressman," He started quietly, "One of the Bungalow Bunnies. That's what we call the women who stay here all week long. The husbands only come up on weekends. Moe Pressman's a big card player. He'll join our game," I didn't know if Vivian could hear what they were saying about her, but I didn't care. And even if she could hear, I doubted she would care either unless her husband was around. I go into a slow Chase Step with Vivian, involving a few Half Turns. Max called over to us, "Moe coming up on Friday?"
"Friday," She answered.
The chase step ended with one final half turn, and I heard Max's voice one last time, "He's away a lot. I know. The hardship."
All of a sudden, I feel a hand on my arm, pulling me away from Vivian, which was never a bad thing. Until I realized it was Neil, scowling up at me. Ugh. Fantastic. My two favorite people in the world. All we needed was to get Max, my Father, and Robbie over here, and we'd have ourselves a little party. "Um... where's Penny?" Neil interrogated, "Everybody's been asking for her,"
I look around for her. She wasn't here? Penny knew better than to ditch these parties. She could get fired if Neil caught her. She must have a good reason for not showing up. In a split second, I put on a confidant mask to cover for my friend, nervously stuffing my hands in my pockets, "What do you mean 'Where's Penny?'? She's taking a break. She needs a break," I respond icily.
"As long as it's not an all night break," Neil answered threateningly. Neil turned and left me alone with Vivian, walking over to the curly haired girl. "Come on, doll," He said, putting an arm around her shoulders, despite the look of discomfort on her face. I resist the urge to shout at him to leave her alone. "Let's take a walk,"