Best Dance Partner (2008)


He has such a way with her: how he holds her by the waist, commanding her tight, moving her against his body. She just sways to his beat, surrendering. She has no choice. He turns on the salsa music and waits for onlookers to gather—he likes it when they pay to watch. It's Times Square (42nd Street and Broadway); they're bound to stop and peek. He spins her around, her short dress lifting in the air, teasing the voyeurs by revealing a frilly panty. Her soft legs just follow his—when he grinds, she grinds, when he pauses, so does she. And she doesn't say a word, not even a whimper. She can't. She's a BLOWUP DOLL.


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