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Author: Annabel Joseph
Reply button. He’d write back and see where things went, but he wouldn’t harbor any false hopes this time.
Julie,
Thanks for your note. Glad I appealed to you.
My pitch is what it is, no games. I’m looking for fun and
enjoyment. Not to brag, but I’m told I know what I’m doing.
I’m new to the area, rather busy, and need
the occasional “unwind.” Want to meet? Talk?
He reread it. Light, nonthreatening. Some controlled boasting but not over the top. He pushed Send and dressed quickly. Time for rehearsal. He didn’t know if he’d be able face Prosper after actually spanking her ass— spanking her ass —yesterday. The look on her face when she’d spun on him. Priceless. Any hopes he’d harbored that she might secretly be into D/s disappeared at the outrage on her face. Not that he’d been testing her. It had just happened. He would have to be careful not to cross any more lines of propriety with her, regardless of the fantasies in his mind.
He walked down the street cursing his overactive imagination. Even the crisp late-autumn air couldn’t cool him off when he started thinking about her. Her, whoever her was. The serious, focused Prosper he worked with every day, or the more sensual Prosper who haunted his dreams every night. He’d lain in bed last night thinking about his favorite new scenario. Prosper, nude, in the rehearsal room. Him running her through steps and combinations with a riding crop dangling from his fingers. When she took a wrong step or turned the wrong way, which never happened in real life, he’d raise the crop and give her a sharp thwack on the underside of her ass. She would yelp and apologize. He would gesture for her to repeat it, unwavering.
Fuck . He rearranged his rising cock and walked faster. No, not a good dream for now, out on the street, a block away from the theater. He looked up and did a double take. There she was, coming in the other direction. He slowed his pace, trying to time it so they would arrive at the door at the same time. Near the door she noticed him, slowed, held back. Scared of another spanking?
“Hi, Prosper.”
“Hello.”
He opened the door for her. “You’re late.”
“I was getting breakfast at that coffee shop down the street. The waiter always talks my ear off.”
“What coffee shop? There’s one nearby?”
They both crossed the lobby to hang up their coats. A dozen other dancers milled around, but he only saw her.
“Yeah. It’s just called Coffee Place. Creative, huh?” She laughed.
He was spellbound. Like a true fetishist, he noticed everything about her—the novelty of her light laughter, the graceful way she stretched to hang her coat.
“It’s beside the dry cleaners. It’s not fancy, and it’s almost always empty, but the coffee is good,” she said.
“Oh well, that’s the important thing, yes?”
“Yes.”
That lovely laughter again. How had he never heard her laugh? Didn’t they ever joke around during rehearsals? No, they didn’t. He barely even smiled when he was working with her. Trying too hard, he supposed, to hide how he really felt. Trying too hard to resist spanking her tight little ass. If she still held that against him, she wasn’t showing it now, thank goodness.
“Is Blake rehearsing with us today?” she asked.
“No. Just you and me.”
He thought they could use Blake. A chaperone. The other dancers were watching them. No one knows. No one knows the things you think about her . Still, it made him uncomfortable, all those eyes on him. Someone would see . He took a deep breath and gestured to the rehearsal room.
“Well, it’s time. After you.”
She ducked her head in that way that drove him wild and went ahead of him. Still aware of the many pairs of eyes on them, he tried not to stare at her ass in her tight little sweats.
* * *
He stayed for the show that night, a glutton for punishment. He hoped Julie came through for him. Anything to take his mind off this girl. When he
Julie,
Thanks for your note. Glad I appealed to you.
My pitch is what it is, no games. I’m looking for fun and
enjoyment. Not to brag, but I’m told I know what I’m doing.
I’m new to the area, rather busy, and need
the occasional “unwind.” Want to meet? Talk?
He reread it. Light, nonthreatening. Some controlled boasting but not over the top. He pushed Send and dressed quickly. Time for rehearsal. He didn’t know if he’d be able face Prosper after actually spanking her ass— spanking her ass —yesterday. The look on her face when she’d spun on him. Priceless. Any hopes he’d harbored that she might secretly be into D/s disappeared at the outrage on her face. Not that he’d been testing her. It had just happened. He would have to be careful not to cross any more lines of propriety with her, regardless of the fantasies in his mind.
He walked down the street cursing his overactive imagination. Even the crisp late-autumn air couldn’t cool him off when he started thinking about her. Her, whoever her was. The serious, focused Prosper he worked with every day, or the more sensual Prosper who haunted his dreams every night. He’d lain in bed last night thinking about his favorite new scenario. Prosper, nude, in the rehearsal room. Him running her through steps and combinations with a riding crop dangling from his fingers. When she took a wrong step or turned the wrong way, which never happened in real life, he’d raise the crop and give her a sharp thwack on the underside of her ass. She would yelp and apologize. He would gesture for her to repeat it, unwavering.
Fuck . He rearranged his rising cock and walked faster. No, not a good dream for now, out on the street, a block away from the theater. He looked up and did a double take. There she was, coming in the other direction. He slowed his pace, trying to time it so they would arrive at the door at the same time. Near the door she noticed him, slowed, held back. Scared of another spanking?
“Hi, Prosper.”
“Hello.”
He opened the door for her. “You’re late.”
“I was getting breakfast at that coffee shop down the street. The waiter always talks my ear off.”
“What coffee shop? There’s one nearby?”
They both crossed the lobby to hang up their coats. A dozen other dancers milled around, but he only saw her.
“Yeah. It’s just called Coffee Place. Creative, huh?” She laughed.
He was spellbound. Like a true fetishist, he noticed everything about her—the novelty of her light laughter, the graceful way she stretched to hang her coat.
“It’s beside the dry cleaners. It’s not fancy, and it’s almost always empty, but the coffee is good,” she said.
“Oh well, that’s the important thing, yes?”
“Yes.”
That lovely laughter again. How had he never heard her laugh? Didn’t they ever joke around during rehearsals? No, they didn’t. He barely even smiled when he was working with her. Trying too hard, he supposed, to hide how he really felt. Trying too hard to resist spanking her tight little ass. If she still held that against him, she wasn’t showing it now, thank goodness.
“Is Blake rehearsing with us today?” she asked.
“No. Just you and me.”
He thought they could use Blake. A chaperone. The other dancers were watching them. No one knows. No one knows the things you think about her . Still, it made him uncomfortable, all those eyes on him. Someone would see . He took a deep breath and gestured to the rehearsal room.
“Well, it’s time. After you.”
She ducked her head in that way that drove him wild and went ahead of him. Still aware of the many pairs of eyes on them, he tried not to stare at her ass in her tight little sweats.
* * *
He stayed for the show that night, a glutton for punishment. He hoped Julie came through for him. Anything to take his mind off this girl. When he
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