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5.
I lay there exhausted with Dame Vera, stretching and purring like an alley cat with a successful rut under her pelt, atop me. Looking at her, relaxed and satisfied, she seemed younger. If I could have been objective, I'd have to admit that while not the great beauty that had filled theatres, she was still an attractive woman. She was also still the fucking creature who was attempting to make a lesbian of me. I had battled against every sensation but that sly bitch had played me as if I were a piano. I had tried to think of the salamander we had dissected in school, rats, snakes and blocks of ice but nothing had worked against that insidious tongue of hers. The truly frightening thing about it was how much pleasure I had felt. I'd never dreamed that there could really be skyrockets and shooting stars blasting through my brain while everything below my neck vibrated so deliciously.
I had to wonder if I'd not been a lesbian right along without knowing it. It had felt so utterly brilliant when she had sucked up my clitoris. I hadn't cared if it had been an aardvark down there rooting in my pussy as long it didn't stop. Dame Vera already had control of my career. If I allowed her to turn me into quivering bucket of lust, I should be completely lost.
My thoughts were interrupted by a girlish giggle from her. It sounded so out of character that I was startled.
"It hasn't been that good since my tyro days in Paris. Every bit of you is simply too delicious, Lucinda. Thank Gawd you're not fattening!" she giggled again.
Now what was I expected to say? 'Oh, I am so glad you found me delicious while you were raping me', I supposed! A weak smile was the best I could manage.
"Let's go to sleep now and dream of how it shall be when your name is on the cover of the program. Trust me, my dear. With your talent and my experience we shall reach the acme of the ballet, you for the first time and I for the second. Now, we must get what beauty sleep we can."
She actually put her arms around me and spooned her lean frame up against my back. I couldn't decide whether she had convinced herself that we were lovers or thought that I might bolt for it. My last conscious thought was that the world had turned upside down.
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After what I had been thru it was no surprise that I had a wretched dream. I was dancing the third solo of Les Sylphides . Following my finish, I flowed through the transition to meet the arrival of my danseur for our pas de deux. When the figure in black spun to me, instead of the male lead, it was Dame Vera dancing his part and wearing her horrible harness. The piece became a pursuit with me twirling, darting and leaping just ahead of the oily weapon waving from Dame Vera's loins. Finally the chase accelerated beyond my endurance. I collapsed and Dame Vera swooped and pressed down upon me.
I awoke from this nightmare only to find myself in a waking one. Dame Vera was indeed pressing down upon me. Her naked thighs held my head prisoner as her cunt humped my face. As I struggled to breathe, I felt her tongue darting in and out of my slit. Then the horror of horrors washed over me, as once more my treacherous body began to respond. Even the slurping sounds occasioned by Dame Vera's enthusiastic assault on my pussy were arousing me. Her smothering demands were not to be ignored and I found my mouth forced to reciprocate her attentions.
"Yesss, Lucinda! Make Vera come." She gasped hoarsely, having left my pussy just long enough to suck in a breath of air.
Once again my clit was sending shockwaves of delight coursing through my brain. There was no stopping the thrilling wave that washed over me. My convulsion seemed to set Dame Vera off as well. She flooded my throat and overflowed my mouth with her spending. My entire face was soaked. I was amazed that a woman's discharge could be so copious.
As soon as I was able, I untangled myself from her and stumbled to the lavatory. I was gargling repeatedly with some minty stuff when she called for me to hurry.
"Let's not be late at the studio! We shall just have time to catch a croissant and some tea. Breakfast with you was scrumptious but we can't live on love alone, Lucinda."
I rolled my eyes at myself in the mirror when I heard this. Resignedly, I went to dress and join her. At least, I thought, I shall be dancing today. Lost in that world, I would be momentarily safe from her.
We entered the studio to find it crowded with dancers in the midst of their warm ups. There was none of the idle chatter or gossiping amongst this corps de ballet that my old company had engaged in. Here, all were serious and focused. Dame Vera introduced me to polite nods and murmured welcomes. The responses of the women were very reserved. I realized that to them I represented unwelcome competition.
After my stretches I joined the women at the barre on our side of the studio. Dame Vera positioned herself in the center of the rear wall and initiated the session with a single command.
"Begin!"
There were over fifty of us moving in concert and Dame Vera's eyes tracked every nuance of the motion along the two barres. It was like working under the poised gaze of a hungry hawk. We were well along in our exercises when a silver haired man in tights and a black polo neck entered the studio. Studying him through the mirror, I recognized him from photos I had seen.
Sir Frederick Towne glided across the floor to join Dame Vera. For several minutes he watched along with her. Then they held a muted conference. I was forced to look down as I caught their gaze shift to me. When I dared raise my eyes again, Sir Frederick was gone and Dame Vera was approaching. She pressed in close to me and cupped my bottom as she leaned to my ear.
"You're in," she whispered.
She smiled and drifted away but not before having given my bottom cheek a long squeeze. I glanced around me and saw that her possessive gesture had not gone unnoticed. There were knowing little smirks on several of the faces near me. I felt myself blushing deeply with shame. She might just as well have made a formal announcement to the company that the new girl was her personal fucktoy.
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