𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖍

For the first time ever since joining the dance company, I was not the last to arrive.

Gina arrived a full five minutes before I had come and I always ensured to come at least a full thirty minutes late. We all watched her with pity as she scurried in with her little kitten heels clicking against the polished floors and her short brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. She explained that she had to pick up a friend, her excuse not as valid as she probably thought it was.

You could tell this was her first time being late because if it were not she would know that there has never been a single time since I'd met Madame Dubois where she'd ever given a fuck why anyone was late.

Wasted time was what she considered it, wasted time no matter the reason.

It took her rambling on to Madame Dubois for almost ten minutes before she got the message and blushed a deep red before rushing off to change. Unfortunately for us however this left Madame Dubois in a more than shitty mood for the rest of the session.

She had us popping out bones with our legs pointed at the ceiling, jumping in the air over and over, and screeching when we would not make the landing. We had to move on our tiptoes across the room one behind the other and if one person fell out of line we would all go back and start again completely.

I winced as she touched on some of the other girl's stomachs and made grueling comments about their figures. She'd tried that with me when I first arrived but I made it pretty clear that I was completely unwilling to make any changes to my diet and even if I was. There was some weight on me that would not leave no matter how many meals she insisted I skip.

My African genetics meant I was pudgier in some areas and had softer curves in places she considered unacceptable. It was something that I had never really paid attention to even when I hit puberty and the boys in my class began to lose their minds it was honestly the last thing in my mind to worry about.

In short, my life was hard enough. I would not deprive myself of a sweet treat and make it harder.

We were now in a position where we had to reach our hands up whilst on the tips of our toes and stay like that. I found my position slipping when I caught Stasi looking at me through the mirror, she was staring at my body and when she finally met my face she gave me a sweet smile and mouthed for me to relax.

She and I had been inseparable for the last five weeks, spending each weekend together as she helped me with my form, flexibility, and balance. A small part of me believed she saw me as a little passion project, a little doll she could mold carefully into the perfect ballerina.

That and we had, had sex in almost every corner of this building.

The Russian girl was insatiable but found it hard to admit that although she was the stronger athlete, she could certainly not keep up with me. She tried to though, tapping out often but making it worth my while as she insisted on making me put her in different positions every time, showing off her flexibility whenever she could.

Once I understood the signals she was sending the little shy persona she was putting on slipped away to reveal a more sly and cheeky person who was not above pulling any tricks as long as it got me naked and writhing beneath her.

We'd kept it almost strictly physical- hell I didn't even have the girl's phone number but today I wanted to change that. I was going to ask her on a date and see if we could try out something a bit more serious that didn't involve us pulling each other's clothes off.

Not that I minded.

I took a deep breath, allowing my body to calm down a bit more as Madame Dubois continued counting. I remained sturdy even when she poked at me almost cracking a smirk when she sniffed at my form and sauntered off without a word. 

Stasi shared my joy from across the room, breaking her form for a second to give me a thumbs-up. A warmth filled my chest at the pride in her eyes and I sort of felt proud of myself too, I was improving which meant some day I could actually be good at it. 

Catching sight of something in the mirror had heat in my body dissolving like salt in water and suddenly a chill shot up my spine and had me stumbling on my feet but I fixed it before Madame Dubois turned around and saw.

Cher was here, sitting above the studio where spectators usually sat with her eyes on me and head tilted. She popped a large white bubble of gum in her mouth before her dark pink lips raised in a smirk, amusement dancing in her amber eyes that made a bubble of doubt build in my stomach.

Did I look stupid?

My eyes fell back on my figure in the mirror. I hardly looked like much of a ballerina, my hair stood out from the elegant buns everyone else had in. It hardly matched the soft pink we were all adorned in, the gold beads stood out but they weren't the most scandalous thing about it considering my braids themselves were dark green.

A color that looked nice against my blonde roots, well at least I thought so. I'm sure Principal Damon would not feel the same way. My tattoos shone through the skin-coloured stockings and I'm sure when I turned around the snake head on my back was glaring at everyone. Both of my ears were lined from tip to lobe with piercings galore all shiny and another reason why I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I looked a bit stupid.

But I didn't care, I decided and then I looked back at Cher to check if she was still staring. She wasn't, instead, she was looking intently down at her phone, her sharp jawline rolling as she continued to chew on the gum. As if feeling me looking she glanced up to look at me again before seemingly chuckling before shooting me a wink and looking back down.

My face began to burn as I moved into the next instructed position. I didn't care.

"You got distracted today," Stasi commented, dropping her gym bag at the door of the smaller practice room.

I continued humming along to the music playing in one of my ears, my right leg stretched out straight on one of the bars in the room. "A fly was bothering me," I lied, trying to forget the burning gaze that had me trembling the whole session.

She came up from behind me, stopping in front of my outstretched leg. "You shouldn't let an insect disturb your concentration," She told me, tracing the animal inked into my flesh. I rolled my eyes slightly at the bossy tone she was using, a voice she would use often with me when we were practicing.

She seemed to have caught that, her dark eyebrows rising as she continued to rub her way up my body. The look in her eye was clear to me, this was not a teaching day. Her neat hands curled around my waist, pulling me into her as her left hand went to my ear to pull out my earbud. "Hey!-

I was silenced by her lips on mine, her right hand still rubbing up and down my waist before leaving to take my right leg off the pole. "You're so rude кукла," She expressed briefly before taking my mouth again. Once both my feet were on the ground she pulled away but continued to suckle on my jawline as she pressed me against the large mirror in the room, bending my body over the bar slightly.

"You don't mind," I moaned slightly as she massaged circles into my ass, her hands moving underneath my little skirt.

"I don't," She admitted softly, leaning back slightly as her fingers hooked my panties and dragged them down my legs. "I know how to deal with it, don't I?"

I didn't answer her, "Fuck Stasi," I cursed as she made her way onto her knees, pecking my skin through my clothes as she moved further down.

"Shhh," She hummed, pulling at my lacy underwear with her teeth before allowing it to snap back onto my skin, "Someone will hear us." 

I wanted to retort that she'd never cared before when she was screaming my name in here but those words had barely crept up my throat before they were swallowed by a load moan. Her tongue stroked my entrance, her hands pushing me further into the mirror as she used her fingers to pull my cheeks apart so she could have more access.

My brain went numb as my body moved on its own, gyrating in her mouth as she continued to suck on me ravenously. The bottom of my lip wobbled as I whimpered her name, begging her for release as she continued to work her tongue on me.

I saw black when I finally came, stars washing over my eyes as she licked me through my release and even continued to peck my clit as the trembling in my legs slowed. I was cut off by a sound from the door that made me flinch away from her but I didn't go far as she still had a firm hold on my legs.

"You're jumpy today," She joked, resting her head on my legs as she licked her lips still sporting a satisfied grin on her mouth and my arousal all over her chin.

My eyes looked at the door through the mirror, a frown curling my eyebrows at the door looking slightly opened. "Did you close the door?" I asked her, wondering if I was just seeing things considering my brain was still fuzzy with bliss.

"I always do," She soothed, getting up from her knees, when she finally looked at the door too she tilted her head a flicker of confusion in her sky-blue eyes. "Or maybe I didn't."

Before I could think about it more she'd pulled my face back into a deep kiss, following my mouth when I tried to pull away from her. "Don't worry," She stole another kiss, "Everyone's gone, I stayed back to make sure," She reminded me.

"Yeah," I nodded, kissing her back before slipping my fingers into the zip on her back. "I-I just thought."

She smiled against my lips, "Don't think, let me make you feel good."