Upon being informed of the new arrival, I made my way to the lobby. I stopped just inside
and appraised the girl. She was slender and solitary looking under the vast vaulted
ceiling. She looked up at my approach and my pulse quickened with instant desire. Dark
luminous eyes in the face of an angel was my first thought. My second was a silent thank
you to the gods for having delivered such a succulent gift into my keeping.
"I am Dame Vera Mann. I shall be your mentor… if your audition is sufficiently
impressive."
"I am so thrilled to meet you, Dame Vera. You are one of my idols," the girl
gushed.
"Really? You are too young to have seen me dance."
"I have read all about you though and seen film of your pas de deux in Swan Lake.
May I introduce myself, Dame Vera? I am Lucinda Palm-Erslit."
"I know who you are. Gather your kit and follow me," I instructed her
brusquely.
Her beauty and innocence tempted me to be warm and seductive. I knew already that I had
to have her though so I took an attitude of firm control immediately. Knowing the studio
was empty I had the girl follow me there. Under the guise of an evaluation, I would be
able to enjoy an unhindered view of Lucinda`s charms.
"Here we are, Lucinda. If you succeed, this will be your new torture chamber. By the
time I am done with you, you will probably hate the sight of the barre and the sound of my
voice," I warned her.
"Oh, no, Dame Vera, I know one must suffer for her art. I am just grateful that you
are willing to suffer my ignorance," she replied sincerely.
"We shall see how grateful you turn out to be. Disrobe for me, Lucinda."
"Where is the changing room, Dame Vera?"
"Through that rear door but it is locked and I don`t feel like fetching the key. If
your silly modesty requires it though…"
"No. Please don`t bother. I`ll change here," Lucinda placated me.
The girl gracefully removed her skirt and blouse and stepped out of her flats. In plain
white panties and a sports bra, her long limbs were revealed. Her supple body made each
mundane movement a delight for me. She drew a body stocking from her knapsack but I
stopped her.
"I think I should prefer this initial evaluation done in the nude, Lucinda."
"Nude? But why, Dame Vera?"
"I am not used to being questioned by a student. If it will ease your provincial
little mind though, I shall tell you why. I wish to study the way your muscles move, so
that I may see what needs to be strengthened."
Her eyes lowered apologetically and she removed her underwear. She lowered herself to the
hardwood floor to put on her pointes. I could see a nicely trimmed pussy pouting below a
well-toned tummy. Her smallish breasts were capped with pointy, rose coloured
strawberries. I bit my lower lip to take my mind off my desire to taste them. She glanced
up and noticed my examination of her. I barely disguised my blatant interest. She blushed
and averted her eyes.
"Right! Go to the barre and commence with the plié. Fifteen minutes worth,
please," I ordered.
Lucinda moved to the barre and took up the exercise. A progressively deeper bending of
the knees, with the legs turned out and the heels maintaining their contact with the
floor. She was facing the mirror and could see that my attention was focused on the smooth
rise and fall of her heart-shaped bottom. I brought a gold compact from the pocket of my
slacks and opened it. I placed it on the floor at her feet. Each descent caused the
delicate petals of her young cunt to part, revealing its coral interior. She glanced down
and blushed furiously as she realized what I was seeing. I saw a question forming on her
lips but a stern look quelled it.
I worked her until she was limber enough to bounce off her heels. A thin sheen of
perspiration now glistened on her. I ordered her away from the barre and called for a long
series of ciseaux. These are jumps where one`s legs open and close like the blades of a
pair of scissors. Her nipples bobbed beautifully with every leap, while as in the previous
exercise, her pussy continued to wink at me. The girl was very fit. She went a long time
before her breathing became laboured and the sweat actually ran.
I instructed her to give me a side attitude. A pose, on balance, similar to an arabesque
but instead of being held out straight, the raised leg is bent with the toe pointing down.
I made her hold the pose until her working leg began to tremble. In this position her cunt
gaped and I was sure she could see its pink smile in the surrounding mirrors. I moved to
her and placed a hand at her sternum, just below those tempting breasts. My other hand
took hold of the inside of her thigh. With pressure at both points, I was able to slightly
elevate her posture. I moved my lips to her ear.
"Is it painful yet, Lucinda?" I asked in a whisper.
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