3 comments/ 25840 views/ 22 favorites Dancer Girl By: HeyAll Julia sat on the stage and stretched her legs. Rehearsals were over and she was a sweaty mess, just like everyone else. Production was still in its early phase. She was exhausted, but she had never felt so happy. When she stood, she grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from her face. Then she took a drink of water from a bottle. "Have you heard the rumors?" Christine asked while stretching her calves. "What rumors?" "Apparently the director is getting shit canned." Julia was taken aback. "Really? He seemed just fine today." "Well, he's obviously embarrassed about it. Apparently he got caught screwing one of the producer's wife. So he's going to be fired before the production kicks into high gear." "Are you sure? I mean, are you really sure?" "Wait and see," Christine smiled, before leaving. Julia smiled back as her best friend left the stage. There were roughly 20 other dancers also on the stage. All of them were tired and exhausted. But they were all happy. Julia looked to the director, who was off stage, and had a clear frown on his face. Maybe Christine was right? *** Days later. It was Julia's break time from her day job. She wore a classy uniform as a waitress for a high-end restaurant. She sat on the stairway to the back alley and played with her phone. A mass email came from the show's director to all of the dancers. With regret, he announced his immediate resignation from the production, although he didn't explain his decision. Julia's jaw nearly dropped. She immediately sent a text to her best friend: Holy shit! You were right! I hope the show doesn't get canceled! Within a minute, Christine replied: I know! We're getting a new director today. Don't tell anyone that I've been giving you this information. Julia put her phone away and prepared to get back to work. The news was a slight disappointment because she had always gotten along with the director, and she had worked with him a few times before. But at least the show wasn't canceled... *** Rehearsals were awkward that night without their usual director. The dancers were being watched by the show's producers and the owner of the auditorium. At the end of rehearsals, the dancers were all introduced to Mark, their new director. He was a handsome man in his mid 40's, with a stern face. He greeted all of the dancers by shaking their hands. Then he gave a long winded speech about how he was thrilled to be a part of the production, and how he thought everyone did magnificently. After the speech, everyone was free to go. Julia and Christine gossiped together on stage while they finished their stretching, and they wiped the sweat off their faces before taking sips of water. "Excuse me, miss, the new director would like to meet with you," an assistant said to Julia. "Me?" Julia asked, unsure of herself. "Yes, you. He's waiting in the backroom." "Oh, what's this about?" "He'd like to meet with all of the dancers one-on-one," the assistant replied. "You're the first." "Oh, cool. I'll be there in a few minutes after I change my clothes." "The director doesn't mind. He prefers you in your dance outfit." Julia felt self-conscious about her sweaty appearance. "Oh, okay. I'll be right there." The assistant left, and Julia gave her friend a mortified playful look. It was the kind of look which said, 'Wish me luck!' Julia went to the backroom, knocked the door, and entered when she was told to enter. She closed the door, and no one else was there except for Mark. "Julia right? Pleasure to meet you," he said, standing up to shake her hand. She noted how big and tall he was. Even though she had a dancer's body, she was a bit on the short side. She was also kind of skinny. Mark was tall and strong. His hand overwhelmed hers when they shook hands. Once again, she felt self-conscious for being a sweaty mess in front of him. They sat down. "I enjoyed watching you dance earlier," he said. "I think you're wonderful. You're one of the stand-outs of the cast." "Thank you sir." He briefly looked down at a piece of paper. "It says here that you have an extensive background in ballet. Is that correct?" "It is," she nodded. "I've been doing ballet since I was very young. My mother enrolled me in classes. She was also a ballet dancer." "Then why aren't you doing strictly ballet shows? Why are you here?" "Well, to be honest, it's hard getting a spot in a ballet show. Everyone is so....good." "And you aren't?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. Julia suddenly felt shy. "I'm okay. I mean, I think I'm good. But there are a lot of other girls who have been doing ballet a lot longer than I have." "Fair enough," he said, looking down at the paper again. "So, you also work as a waitress." "Yes, for a high-end Italian restaurant downtown," she clarified, hoping that it would sound better. "That's good to hear. These small dance productions don't pay very well. And with the cost of living in this city, don't even get me started on that." She smiled, "You're right about that. I wish I could devote all of my time to dancing, but I need to pay the bills." He gave a faint nod. "What do you think of the production so far? Any changes you would like to make?" "No. Not really. I'm having a great time. It's really a lot of fun." "So you're just here to have fun?" he asked sternly, with his eyebrow raised again. She suddenly looked coy. "Um...I meant that I'm glad it's fun. I love to dance. It's my biggest passion in life. I'm just glad to be doing it." "Julia, what I saw today was a mediocre stage production. Let's be frank, no one is going to watch it. You know why? Because there are a lot better shows down the block, and for the same price." "Oh...I...uh..." "Don't talk yet," he said. "Your old director was crap. But the good news is that the cast is great. There is a lot of potential here to make a great show. Also, I think you're great. I think this show would benefit with you as one of the leads. What do you think about that?" Her eyes widened. "I think that's...wow...really?" "Yes, really. You seem surprised? Do you think you can handle being a lead dancer on stage?" "I think so." "You think so?" he asked. "If you're not entirely sure, then I can always get Christine to be the lead instead." "I can do it! I can do it!" Mark nodded and gave a slight smile. "We'll keep in touch. I'll formulate a new show which will slightly center around you. If it goes well, then your lead could be expanded. We'll see what happens. Have a good night." *** Later that night. Julia walked home alone. She didn't bother to take the bus as she normally did. She wanted the long walk through the downtown area to her tiny one-bedroom apartment. Her legs and feet were sore. Hours of waitressing and dancing had taken its toll. But she didn't care. Being the lead of a dance production. Oh my god! It was a dream come true. It was too good to be true. God, is this really happening? She smiled to herself. She thought of Mark. She thought of the way his body towered over her small delicate frame when they first met. She thought of his large hand making her feel so tiny. She imaged herself dancing for him on stage while he watched. Just the two of them. No one else. Finally, I get to do ballet again. Yes! *** Two days later. Julia wandered down the hall to the small dance studio. She had just finished her day shift at work, and she was dressed in her casual attire; blue jeans and a plain white tshirt. She greeted Mark with a handshake, which casually excited her between the legs. They were alone in the dance studio. It was another private meeting. "Have you thought about what we've talked about?" Mark asked when they sat down for the face-to-face meeting. "I have." "And? What do you think?" She nodded. "I'm ready for this if you have faith in me." "I do. When I first saw you dance, I'll admit, I could barely sleep that night. I stayed up until 3 am thinking of how I could use you for the show. If you can handle the limelight, I want to make you the star of the production." She held in her excitement and nodded again. "I'm ready for this opportunity." "Wonderful to hear. I knew you would be interested. I have a number of ideas for you and the rest of the dancers. But I'll unveil that during tomorrow's rehearsal." "I can't wait. Seriously, this is a life changer for me. I've always wanted to be center stage." "Are you usually in the background?" "Yeah," she replied. "What a shame. A young woman with your talents, you should always be in the center of the stage." "Thanks," she smiled. "Tell me, Julia, what draws you to dancing? Why is it a passion of yours?" Julia thought for a moment. "I love the freedom to express myself. It's like I soar like a bird on stage. Just being able to move my body in an artistic way, and having a crowd enjoy what I do, it's a magical thing for me. I also love the lifestyle of a dancer; being with my best friends, being a goof, dressing up in crazy costumes. I always have a blast." "I can see your enthusiasm for it," he nodded. "What about you? What's your interest in this?" "I used to be a ballet dancer when I was younger. An injury put an end to that. For the past many years, I've had success as a director and instructor. It's the closest I'll ever come to the freedom that dancing gives." She was genuinely touched. Beneath his staunch exterior, Mark seemed like a genuine guy who she could relate to. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said in sympathy. "Don't be. I find solace with what I do." "Everyone should at some point." He nodded. "Do you have any other interests besides being a stage performer?" She collected her thoughts. "Dancing is my biggest passion, by far. But I also enjoy watching great television shows and movies when I have the time. I binge on certain tv shows. When I don't have to stay thin for stage performances, I love exploring different foods. I'm also big on fashion. I used to blog about fashion, but not really anymore." "You sound like most women your age." "Then I'm basically the average woman," she smiled. "But with a very unique talent. Not many people can dance like you." She blushed. "If you say so." "Taste in music?" "Nick Cave." "You have excellent taste," he replied. She smiled, "I know." "Are you in a relationship?" "Single." "Why?" She thought for a moment. "I like the freedom I guess. I've always been indecisive. I want everything. A lot of guys can't handle that, which is understandable. I don't know if I'll ever change." "You seem like you need structure in your life," he said confidently. "Do I?" "Yes. Not in a bad way. But I'm obviously much much older than you are. I have far more experience dealing with women than you do. And some women need to be bossed around, and told what to do." Julia was slightly taken aback by his blatantly sexist comment about women. "I guess so," she replied passively. "You don't believe me?" "You're the expert on women, right?" she said with heavy sarcasm. He shook his head at her sarcasm. "You're a fascinating girl, Julia. You dance like a confident and strong woman, but you're also insecure and meek." "I'm not sure where this conversation is headed." "Nowhere. I wanted to tell you that you're going to be the lead dancer in the revamped version of this production. Now you're free to go. Get out." Julia sat stunned for a moment when she was told to 'get out.' At that moment, she immediately regretted being sarcastic to him, but it was too late. The damage was done. She got up and stormed out of the dance studio. She was used to dealing with jerks, but Mark was the last person she would have expected attitude from. *** Julia and Christine looked for seats after waiting in line for their coffee. It was a Saturday morning. They sat down and enjoyed the break from their hectic schedule during the week. "You're so lucky," Christine said, sipping her coffee. "The lead role. The freaking lead role!" "I know. I know. But it feels too good to be true. I mean, I barely know the guy, and he's made me the lead performer. How crazy is that?" Christine shrugged. "It's called good luck. It happens all the time to people. Plus you deserve it." "Yeah, I guess so. But I've got this weird feeling like it won't happen. Who knows, Mark could get fired like the last director and I'll be shoved in the back of the stage by whoever is in charge next." "Don't be so negative." "I'm not," Julia replied. "I'm just being realistic." "Good point." They sat quietly for a moment, drinking their coffee while it was still hot. "Do you think I could do it?" Julia asked. "You know, the lead dancing role." "For sure. Definitely. You've got the talent and skills. Plus you have a cute face and a nice bottom." "Thanks for the vote of confidence." "Anytime," Christine said before taking another sip. "I'm meeting with him soon. We'll be working together on my dance solo. It's a nice little ballet routine." "I've heard. Good luck with that." "Do you hear everything?" Julia asked incredulously. "Just about," Christine replied. "I think he likes you. Really." "What makes you say that?" "The way he looks at you. He has this look on his face when you're twirling your butt around. Can't say I blame him. You have a nice butt." Julia gave a slight shrug. "Well, yeah, of course he's looking, he's our director. He's supposed to be looking at us." "You've never noticed anything? He doesn't flirt with you in private?" "What if he did? What would you think about that?" "I think he's hot," Christine smiled. "I'd totally suck his cock." Julia smiled back. "Of course you would." ***** The dance studio was empty. The lights were on. Julia had changed into her ballet outfit for rehearsals, which consisted of tight cotton pants and a small tshirt. She wore a matching pair of black panties and a black sports bra underneath. When she took a sip of her water, the door opened and Mark entered. There was a slight friction between them which never went away. But they tried to keep things professional and courteous. Julia did her warm up routine while Mark looked on. She thought of Christine's words, wondering if Mark was being turned on by watching her dance. "We'll start at the top," Mark said, before playing music from a stereo. Julia did her slow and seductive ballet routine in front of the studio mirror. She watched every movement carefully, until she had to spin around and leap in the air. She hit every move with perfection. Every move she made was choreographed by Mark. When it was over, Julia slowed down her pace, and bowed in front of the mirror, then the music stopped. "Marvelous," he said. "Thank you." "You're a quick learner. We should be ready ahead of schedule." Julia relaxed her body and drank some water. "You have no idea how excited I am about this," she said with the bottle in hand. "It feels like my time to shine. I mean, I know this production is a group effort, but wow. I can't believe I have a solo." "What do you think about when you dance on stage?" She thought for a moment. "Kind of nervous. Kind of scared. But I try not to think. It's more about feeling the experience. It's like, it might not ever happen again. So I try to enjoy the moment of freedom." "You mention freedom when dancing," he noted. "I think you yearn to be free, but deep down, I don't think you actually want it." She shrugged off his comment and took another drink from the bottle. "This again?" she asked rhetorically. "I want to make you a star. In order to do that, I need to figure out your strengths & weaknesses. I need to know what makes you tick." "I'm not very complicated. I wake up, I go to work, and occasionally I dance in small productions if there's a job opening. That's it." "Yet, you're single," he noted. "So?" "A beautiful and vibrant young woman like you, with no boyfriend? Don't you have a pulse? Don't you enjoy sex?" "I don't think that's any of your business," she replied firmly. "Fine. I won't bring it up again," he said. Mark turned his attention to a pile of papers which contained all of the notes he had for the production. It seemed as though he was purposely trying to ignore her. Julia sighed. "I have needs too," she said randomly. "But I'm picky when it comes to men. I like a certain type." He looked at her again. "What type is that?" "None of your business." "The strong type I'd imagine. You like someone dominant. The passive type is a turn-off for you. Isn't it?" "How did you guess?" "I've worked with enough young women to realize what makes them tick," he said confidently. "Tell me, when you don't find the man you want, and your hormones are raging, what do you do?" "What do you think?" she replied like it was so obvious. "Tell me." "I masturbate. Usually in my bed, or in the shower. I use my fingers, or a little sex toy that I own." He nodded. "Thank you for your honesty. Tonight, before bed, I want you to masturbate for me. Think about whatever comes to mind. The next time we meet, I want you to tell me about it. Tell me what you did, and what you thought about." "Why?" "I'm curious. Are you going to do it?" She hesitantly nodded. "Yes." *** After a light dinner of chicken soup and fruits, Julia sat in front of the television and binge watched a few hours of Homeland. It made her forget all the stresses of her busy schedule. The clock read 11:28 pm. She had to wake up early for her day job as a waitress. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied lotion to her body. Special cream for her face to maintain her perfect skin. She laid in bed with the lights still on and she gazed at the ceiling. Mark's assignment crossed her mind. I'm way too tired to cum. Maybe I'll just make something up and lie to his face. He won't know the difference. Asshole. Julia's mind raced with thoughts of dancing on stage, and dancing in the small studio for Mark. She thought about dancing naked on stage for everyone to see. She had always been a closet exhibitionist. While in bed, she brought her hand between her legs. She wanted Mark to be her special voyeur. Her hand slipped inside her pajamas. She imagined the crowd disappearing. Julia was the only person on stage- naked. Mark was the only person watching her. A moan escaped her lips while she laid in bed. In her imagination, she ballet danced on stage, naked, alone, only for Mark's approval. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him happy. She wanted his approval. While she continued touching herself, she realized that she wanted his cock too. She wanted him to use a pair of her spandex pants to tie her up. Her wrists restrained with no where to go. More thoughts rushed into her head. Sexual thoughts. She continued touching herself. Her toes curled into a circular shape. She came. Julia opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling again. She laid there for a few moments, enjoying the benefits of her own stimulation. Then she got up to wash her hands and to wipe her crotch dry. She laid back down in bed, covering herself with the blanket, before turning off the lights for much needed rest. Dancer Girl *** The next evening. Julia went to the rehearsal studio casually dressed, with her dancing attire in her sports bag. She came fresh from work, slightly tired, but a strong cup of coffee gave her the boost she needed. After changing her clothes, she warmed up alone in the studio. It was another private session. It was awkward seeing Mark for the first time after fantasizing about him sexually. Deep down, she prayed that Mark wouldn't ask about the assignment. She didn't want to admit her fantasies to him. "Evening," he said, coming in to the room, then taking a seat. Julia continued warming up. "Evening." "You look strong, healthy. Ready to go." She smiled and pointed to the table top. "Must be that cup of coffee." "That always does the trick." "I'm ready now." "What's the rush?" he asked, leaning back in the chair. "We have plenty of time." "Yeah...but...we're here for dance rehearsals." "Did you do it last night?" "Umm...what do you mean?" "I think you know," he replied. "Did you do it?" She faintly nodded. "I did." "Tell me about it. What happened? How did you do it?" "It was late at night. I was in my bed. The lights were on. I used my fingers, because I wanted a personal touch. I wasn't in the mood for a sex toy." "What did you think about when you masturbated?" he asked bluntly. She looked around the room briefly. "Dancing. Being on stage. Being totally naked. I thought about doing a little dance routine without any clothes. It was a liberating feeling." "So, you're an exhibitionist? Many dancers and performers are. It's a common fantasy. It's certainly a very arousing thought." She gave a shy shrug. "Well, that's why we do this, right? We desperately crave attention." "You crave sexual attention," he noted. "There's a difference." "Okay, I guess there is." "Tell me more," he insisted. "You danced on stage, naked. Ballet? Or something else? Were you a stripper in this fantasy?" "No. It was ballet, in the same auditorium I always dance on." "Anything else? Any other fantasies?" "That's about it." "I don't believe you," he replied sharply. "Now you're lying to me." Julia curled her fingers in nervousness. "I thought about being tied up with a pair of spandex. I'm sure it must sound stupid to you, but it's a regular fantasy I have. I like the thought of being tied up. You know, losing up control." "And?" "Someone having sex with me, you know, while I'm being tied," she said uncomfortably. Deep down, Julia wanted to tell him that he was the man she fantasized about, and that she imagined him tying her up and claiming her sexually. But when she looked in Mark's eyes, she already knew. Mark had already figured it out. He knew her fantasies. It was like he could see straight through her. Oh gosh! He knows! Mark pointed across the room. "The small cloth over there. Go get it. I want you to fold it." "Why?" "Just do it." Julia apprehensively walked to the other side of the room, took the cloth, and folded it. She walked back to the center of the room and held it. "I want you to blindfold yourself with it," he said. "Do it." "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes. Do it." She did as she was told, bringing the cloth to her face and tying it behind her head, so that she was completely blindfolded. "Okay," she said, blindfolded. "Open your top." "Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief "Open your top and show me your tiny little breasts." "Why?" "Because you want to. This is your fantasy, isn't it?" Julia reached down and put her hands on her spandex top. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I don't think we should..." "This is optional. Either do it, or leave. It's a simple choice." She pulled the flexible top down and exposed her bare breasts. They were small, pointed, with pretty pink nipples which quickly hardened. "They're lovely," he said. "What now?" she asked, blindfolded with her breasts exposed. "Now, you dance. Think of me and hundreds of other people watching you. Are you ready?" "Yes." The music began to play and Julia moved her arms & feet in a beautiful way. She was still blindfolded. Her breasts were still on display. She did the ballet routine, which she already knew by heart. Dancing blindfolded was easy because she was experienced. The hard part was dancing with her breasts exposed. She wondered if Mark was getting aroused seeing her tits. Julia tried her best to focus on her dance, rather than her exposed breasts, or else she would fall and hurt herself. She did twirls and spins, along with leaps in the air. It was the first time she had ever done a ballet routine while aroused, and it made her knees weak. Her jumps weren't as high. Her leaps and twirls weren't as graceful, but she managed to pull it off. The music ended, and Julia finished the routine. "Can I take off the blindfold now?" she asked. "No." She heard his footsteps approaching, until he stood right in front of her. She didn't know what to expect. Then she felt his strong fingers pinch both of her nipples. "They're stiff," he noted of her nipples. "I know." "Why are they stiff? The air isn't cold." "I'm aroused," she admitted. "Because your tiny breasts are showing? Or because I'm watching you?" "Both," she whispered. Mark pinched her nipples harder, then he tugged them, stretching her breasts. When she began to gasp from the pain, he released them. "Put your hand inside of your pants. Touch yourself for me." She brought her hand down, and slipped it inside of her pants. She heard Mark walk away, then he sat down to watch. Julia remained blindfolded, tits exposed, with her hand touching her pussy. "I'm rubbing it now," she said. "Don't stop until you orgasm." Julia used the tip of her index finger to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her mouth was wide open. She was moaning, thinking of Mark admiring her vulnerable and exposed dance body. She fingered herself, making her moan even more. Minutes passed, and she worked her pussy even faster. Her moans became faster. Her toes curled, and the muscles in her toned legs began to contract. She came for him. Her muscles and body suddenly relaxed after the orgasm. She caught her breath. "Well done," he said. "That was very erotic, Julia." "Can I take the blindfold off now?" "Not yet." "Why?" she asked. "I want you to lick your fingers clean first. Then you can take it off." Julia brought her hand to her mouth, and inserted two of her wet fingers inside. She tasted her natural pussy fluids. She sucked and licked it clean. She heard Mark approach her, then he removed her blindfold. She saw him, face-to-face. He towered over her, making her feel extra small in his presence. "Good girl," he said. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. It was a wet passionate kiss. The kind she had been waiting for. It became an aggressive kiss. A dominating one. It was the kind of kiss which showed that he was in charge, not her. She preferred it that way. *** A few nights later. Julia had returned home to her small apartment after a grueling night of group rehearsals. Mark had pushed all of the dancers to their limits. As soon as she entered the apartment, she crashed on the couch, face down. Being a waitress and dancer wasn't a good combination for her feet. When she mustered the strength, she got up and stripped off all her clothes, tossing them to the floor. She went directly to the bathroom for a desperately needed shower. When she finished, she blow dried her hair and walked naked to the bedroom. She collapsed onto the bed, naked. She was hungry. There was still leftover soup in the refrigerator which needed to be warmed. Julia got up, naked, and picked up her dirty sweaty clothes off the floor. A note fell out. She had no idea where it came from. When she opened it, she saw that it had Mark's signature. He must have secretly slipped it inside of her outfit when they hugged each other before leaving. She read the letter: Julia, I'm only tough with you because I care. I know I can be rough, but it's because you're special. You're my special Dancer Girl. That's how I think of you. My precious Dancer Girl. If you think I'm hurting you, then tell me, and I'll leave the production. I promise. I'm offering because I want you to be a big star someday. But if you think we have good chemistry together, then I'll stay. And if I stay, things will be done however I wish. That means, you do exactly what I want. During our private sessions, I expect you to understand. x Mark She smiled to herself. The answer was obvious. She wanted him. She wanted him as the director of the show. She wanted him as her dance instructor. And she wanted him sexually. Julia sat down on her small desk, naked, and grabbed a pen & paper. She also grabbed an envelope and put a stamp on it. She wrote down Mark's address on the envelope. Then she wrote a letter: Dear Mark, I think you already know the answer. Sincerely, "Dancer Girl" She folded the letter and placed it inside the envelope. Then she licked the seal of the envelope and closed it. Deep down, she wished that she had the courage to write more. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. She wanted to let him know that he was absolutely right. Julia always knew that she was a free-spirited woman who was a sexual submissive and craved dominance. Mark was so right. But she was afraid to tell him. She also wanted to tell him how many times she masturbated thinking about him. Exposing her breasts to him was the highlight of her sex life for the year. She wanted to do it again and again. She wanted him to know it. But, she was positive that Mark already knew how she felt. It was like he could see through her. He understood her completely. He understood her sexually. She leaned back in her chair and began to touch herself between the legs. Even though she was exhausted and starving, at that moment, she would rather have an orgasm thinking of Mark's cock. Making herself cum thinking about being submissive wasn't hard- it wasn't hard at all. The only thing she had to do was replay the memory of dancing for Mark with her small tits exposed. She orgasmed thinking about sucking his cock. I wonder what his cock looks like? ***** Weeks passed. It was opening night of the dance production. The curtains rose. The music played. The dancers did their routine. Julia took center stage and performed her solo. The attendance was modest that night. But all eyes were on her for those precious minutes during her solo performance. She danced like it was her last night on earth. It was the performance of her life. When the show was over, all of the dancers praised each other and celebrated. The crowd left satisfied. The dancers were thrilled with the show they put on. The smiles on their faces showed their satisfaction. The dancers unanimously praised Mark for his direction, and for pushing them to new limits. Afterwards, Julia sat on the stage alone with the cleaning crew there. She was still in full costume and make-up. The other dancers had already left. Julia then went to the locker room to shower, washing away all of the make-up. When she finished the shower, she dried herself with a towel and walked naked back to the locker room. Mark was there, waiting for her. She smiled at him while she dried her hair with another towel, with her naked body completely exposed. "You were excellent," he said casually. "The crowd loved you. Just like I expected. I was afraid that the pressure of being a lead dancer would hurt your performance- but it didn't. You shined." She threw the towel to the basket, standing naked before him. "I have a lot of experience being on stage," she smiled. "I've done it for years." "Then I'll never doubt you again." "Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked. "Sure," he replied. "How come you've never made me suck your dick? Isn't that what all men want from women?" "Because I know you desperately want to do it. But you haven't earned it yet." "Did I earn it tonight?" she asked cautiously. "Our grand opening was a hit." "I think you've earned it. Do you want your reward now?" Julia looked around the corner. "Is anyone here? I'm afraid someone might walk in." "I've already tipped the cleaning staff and told them to leave early." She felt a nervous excitement. "So...do you want to...you know...do it now? Can I suck your cock?" "Come here." Julia walked towards him, naked, still slightly wet from the shower. Her hair was still wet. She felt vulnerable and aroused standing naked in front of his large build. Mark reached in his pocket and held out a piece of cloth. "I'm going to blindfold you," he said. "A locker room is no place for the lead dancer to suck cock, and to be fucked. You deserve better." "Then where?" "We're going to the rehearsal studio." "I'll get dressed," she said. "No. I'm going to take you there blindfolded, and naked." She was shocked. "What if someone sees me?" "You're an exhibitionist, aren't you? Let them watch." "That's...that's different..." "You've already bared your soul on stage with your flawless dance routine. Now you're ashamed of anyone seeing your beautiful body?" "I would be humiliated if any of the other dancers came back and saw me naked." He smiled, "Well, you wouldn't know. You'll be blindfolded. The only person that matters is me. Isn't that right?" "You're right." "Do you want my cock, or not? There are plenty of other beautiful young women in this city who would love to be my little plaything." She cried, "I want to do it!" "Close your eyes," he said. Julia closed her eyes and Mark applied the blindfold. Her vision was completely obscured. He held her small hand and gave a gentle tug. "Follow me," he said, leading her by the hand. She walked blindly through the locker room. Her bare feet touched the cold surface of the floor. The building was getting cold. Her nipples hardened from the cool air. A feeling of terror came over her body. Please don't let anyone see me. Please don't let anyone see me. Please god, don't let anyone see me! Beneath the fear, there was also an exhibitionist rush. She felt an excitement in being so vulnerable while blinded. She put her faith entirely in Mark. But then again, he might have been aroused if anyone saw her naked, she thought to herself. She felt like his prize. She felt like his plaything on total display. The naked walk felt long because they went slowly. Finally, she felt the hard floor of the dance studio beneath her feet. She knew she had made it successfully. She wasn't caught, as far as she knew. "Did anyone see us?" she asked, still blindfolded. "Some things are better left secrets." "You have to tell me! Did any of the dancers or cleaning people see me naked?!" she asked in a panic. "Don't worry about any of that," he said. "The only thing you should care about is my cock. I want you to please it. Don't you agree?" "Yes," she nodded. "On your knees." Julia got down on her knees. She heard the unmistakable sound of Mark unzipping his pants. Finally. "Open your mouth," he said. "Take it inside." She parted her lips, leaned forward, and took the tip of the penis inside of her mouth. It was already semi-erect. She wrapped her lips around it. She took it deeper inside of her mouth and began to suck the head. After months of waiting, her wish had finally come true. She took it deeper inside and sucked harder. She loved worshiping his cock in her mouth, even though she couldn't see it. "Use your hands," he said. "Stroke me while you suck." Julia used both hands to feel his shaft. Her thin fingers rubbed his manhood, and she began to visualize what it must have looked like. She knew he was big when she sucked it, and her hands only confirmed it. She jerked him off with both hands while she sucked the head. It crossed her mind that the door to the small studio may have been open. She hadn't heard Mark close the door earlier. And she definitely didn't hear him lock anything. If any of the other dancers or cleaning people had walked in, she would have been caught red handed, naked, with a big cock in her mouth. At any other time she would have been horrified of getting caught. But at that very moment, her only priority was pleasing Mark's cock. "Your cock sucking ability is equal to your dancing ability," he teased. "We'll have plenty more time for this in the future. But for now, I need you to stand up for me." Julia stood. She felt Mark reach behind her head and untie the blindfold. She saw him with a pleased look on his face. It made her happy that she was the one who pleased him. "Look at yourself," he said. He used his strong hands to turn her body towards the large mirror in the rehearsal studio. Julia looked at her completely naked body. It was an exhibitionist moment. They both looked in the mirror together. She looked tiny next to him. She was naked, but Mark was still fully dressed, but with his cock exposed. She took a good look at his cock in the mirror, seeing how big it was, and how wet it was from her saliva. Her eyes returned to her naked reflection. It was an exhibitionist rush. "Look at how beautiful you are," he said. "Your perfect dancer's body. My dancer girl." His hands began to rub her shoulders and neck, while they continued looking at Julia's nude body in the mirror. It was a caressing rub. Then he rubbed her long hair. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Please..." He wrapped his long arms around her, towering over her, making her feel overwhelmed. Mark took her hand and led her to the ballet handle bar in front of the large mirror. "Wait here a moment," he said. She watched Mark walk to the other side of the room, with his hard wet cock proudly swinging between his legs. He was clearly proud of his penis, she thought to herself. She watched Mark sift through some random pieces of attire sitting on the table. He came back to her with a pair of ballet tights in his hands, standing right behind her. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked. "I'm going to tie you up. Right where you stand, next to the bar." Her eyes shifted to the open door. "But...but...the door is still open..." "If anyone wants to watch," he whispered in her ear. "Let them watch." Mark used his strong body to overwhelm Julia's frame. She didn't resist. She didn't want to. She gave herself to him completely. She allowed him to place her wrists on the ballet bar. She held her hands there while Mark used the ballet tights to tie her wrists to the bar. She was bound, helpless, naked, and wet. Being dominated sexually was exactly what she wanted from him. "Face the mirror," he said in her ear. "Look at your beautiful reflection. Spread your legs darling. I'm going to fuck you now." She did as she was told. She looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, with her wrists tied to the ballet bar. She spread her legs and stuck her butt out. There was no need for lubrication. She was already wet enough. Her body was aching to be fucked. Finally! Finally! Finally! Her eyes remained on the mirror, watching Mark drop his pants and position himself behind her. His strong hands arranged her hips in the right angle. He guided his hard cock towards her tight little pussy hole. Finally! The tip of his cock touched her pussy. Then he gave a thrust. He entered. Julia gasped. Dancer Girl "Oh my god," she groaned, looking at her naked reflection. Both of his hands squeezed the area between her waist and hips. He thrust some more, entering her from behind. It had been a long time since her pussy felt a man inside. It felt fulfilling. Satisfying. Welcomed. Finally! She leaned her body down on the ballet bar as Mark really began to fuck her. Her face was mere inches from the mirror. Her delicate pussy was getting worked. Her legs & feet were still tired from the dance performance hours earlier, and she was low on energy. But she had enough energy & strength to remain on her feet during the pounding. For Mark's cock, she was willing to stand all night. But she knew it wouldn't come to that. The sex they were having was so intense, that she knew he wouldn't last long. Especially with her hot body and tight little pussy. Mark continued pounding away at the dancer's pussy. She looked at Mark's face in the reflection of the mirror. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he fucked. Julia looked at her own reflection and noticed that she was also sweating. As her eyes drifted down to the floor from all the fucking she received, Mark pulled both of her shoulders up so that she would continue to look at her reflection. "Look at yourself," he said, holding his cock steady. "I want you to see yourself. I want to see you." "Yes," she moaned. Mark continued his thrusts, and continued holding her by the shoulders. There was a slight noise from outside the studio. A faint noise. It could have been anything. It sounded like something fell. It was enough to make Julia scared. "Someone..." she moaned while being fucked. "Someone could be outside." "I don't care." "God..." she groaned, waving back and forth. "You're such...a...fucking...prick..." He lifted Julia's shoulders and put his lips to her ear. "And you're my little plaything. Do you understand? You're my fucking plaything." Those words sent a shiver down her spine. She was on the verge of an orgasm. Mark knew it by the look on her face. Her eyes nearly rolled back. He released her shoulders, allowing her to hunch downward. He thrust powerfully. He grabbed her by the hips and ravished her delicate hot pussy. Julia's moans became cries. It became louder and louder. If someone was down the hall, she didn't give a shit- not anymore. She needed to cum. Badly. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Her toes curled on the hard floor. Her back arched. She screamed and cried while her pussy was taking a vicious pounding. She came, and it trickled down her legs. It wasn't long before Mark shot his cum deep inside of her. When it was over, both of them were covered in sweat. He pulled out, breathing heavily, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. One simple tug, and the ballet tights that bound Julia's wrists together were released. They sat down on the floor together, underneath the ballet bar, and they leaned against the mirror. "You're the best fuck I've ever had in my life," he said honestly. Julia leaned against his shoulder. Her body was like jello. Her legs were gone. "I've never came like that before," she proclaimed. "Ever." "Then I guess we're a perfect match." Julia responded by laying her head down on Mark's lap. She needed the rest. After several long minutes, Mark lifted her up, so that she sat upright. He stood, and tucked his cock back inside of his pants. "You need another shower," he said, gesturing to the puddle between her legs. She looked down. "God, you're right." "Care to join me? I'm also a mess." "Shower? Together? In the locker room?" "Yes." She held out her hand. "I'd love to." Mark took her hand and lifted her up. They walked from the rehearsal studio to the locker room shower. He was fully dressed. She was completely naked. *** Their coffee was hot, and freshly brewed. Julia and Christine looked for seats in the park after getting their drinks. They sat down and enjoyed the morning. They ate their breakfast pastries, which was a rare treat for their strict diets. "You're fucking him, aren't you?" Christine asked casually. Julia gave a soft nod, before sipping coffee. "How did you know?" "I have a good sense for these things. I mean, all those private meetings. The way he looks at you. The way you look at him. It all makes sense." "Did you just realize it?" Julia asked. "For the past two weeks." "How come you never asked?" "I don't know," Christine shrugged, taking another bite of her food. "I guess I didn't want to be rude." "We're not exactly getting married. But it's more than just sex. It's like we're in this weird place. I don't know how to define it." "Well, is he good in bed?" Julia gave a shy smile. "You could say that." "Come on. Tell me. I always tell you about my sex life." "It's good," Julia smiled. "Really good." "How good?" "Do you know what a river looks like?" Christine laughed. "I can't believe you just said that." "It's true. Right between my legs." "When the show ends, are you still going to see him?" Julia enjoyed the coffee. "He calls me his Dancer Girl, which is cute. He makes me feel so special, in a very unconventional way. I make him feel special too. What we have is, nice. I think I love him. I know he loves me too." The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.