Extra time with your dance instructor

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One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I see what the problem is. You're not bringing your leg back enough for your sidestep. Really now? You're having me stay back to coach for something so trivial? I covered this when you first started.

Keep practicing that move tonight. I want to see progress when I come back in tomorrow. Excuse me? What in.

.. Explain. What's brought this up? Why are you asking me if you're good enough? You just want to know.

I'll see you tomorrow. What? I am not answering such a stupid question.

I am an instructor. My job is to teach, not to coddle. Do remember that this is a professional dance studio.

I don't have the time nor the patience to be holding your hand through some silly insecurity. Oh, it's not? All right.

Then tell me why you want to know if you're good enough. If you can't tell me, then it's stupid. And I have more pressing things to worry about than some imaginative.

.. Enticing? What sort of hogwash are you on about? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Okay, so you're concerned that you're not grabbing people's attention. And in what way do you think you need to grab their attention? Arousing.

Arousing. You're seriously making me stay back for this. Okay.

What dance are you practicing? Don't give me that look. No, I haven't forgotten, but you obviously have.

Go on. That's right, the foxtrot. And what kind of dance is the foxtrot? Well, if you don't know that, then go home and research it.

The foxtrot is a type of waltz. It is meant to be danced with elegance, with prose. There's a touch of romance, yes, but that shines through with well-matched couples.

People should look at you and. .. What's his name? Your new partner.

What's his name? Whatever. The crowd should see you and your partner and think, they're enjoying themselves.

Getting into pants or skirts should be the last thing on their minds. Not for a foxtrot. You are meant to get eyes on you, yes, but that's with skill, not arousal.

Goodness. And does Steven know about your concerns? No? Well, you need to be open with your dance partner.

Got it? I mean, if he doesn't know how you're feeling and you don't get a hold of these stupid feelings. Not stupid.

All right, then. Why do you feel like you're not arousing enough? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Please. I'm all ears. It's not like I have anywhere else to be tonight.

You've held me back for this long. What's another hour? Oh, did you pick up that I'm annoyed? You've held me back for this long.

What's another hour? Oh, did you pick up that I'm annoyed? Well, aren't you clever? Well, yes, I am.

Now tell me what's going on. You don't want to? Fine.

I'll see you tomorrow evening. I do not have the patience for games, Missy. Either tell me now or I'm leaving.

Uh-huh. You cannot be serious. Okay, okay.

Let me get this straight. You were out at a club and you intimidated a few boys while you tried to dance and now you feel disheartened? Is that right? Is that right? Of all the reasons you could have gave me, this is the stupidest.

Don't get pissy at me. The annoyed one should be me. I stayed back because you were having trouble and this is the reason why? So you figured you could just try and dance as you normally would at a club, not even a dancing club, just a club with a bunch of dead-brained people drunk off of their asses who do not know how to dance.

If you dare call any of that drunken grinding dancing, you're in for a world of trouble. Listen. No, listen.

Club dancing is only meant for one thing. To heighten arousal and find yourself a bed partner, to even call it dancing, is just. ..

You don't need that attention on you. Don't give me that attitude. I'm not going to let you down.

I'm serious. I don't want some drunken idiot messing up your rhythm or hurting you. Fine.

Let's do something a little different. Face the mirror. Why are you looking at me like that? Of course I care.

You are one of my pupils. It's my job to bring out the best dancing you can do. And I do not want some drunken moron poisoning your mind.

Now turn and face the mirror. Take your position. Which one? Oh, you should know by now.

Hurry up now. Now look at yourself. Look at your face.

What do you see? Indifference? That's not what I see.

Look closely. Yes, there's a piercing gaze to your eyes. Oh, don't turn around.

You don't need to look at me. Look at yourself. Oh, I'm sure those boys would say this is an intimidating gaze.

They've never been with a pro dancer, though. You know what I see? Beauty.

A touch of innocence. Unsureness. Oh, yes.

I see that in your eyes. To think that this gaze is too intimidating. They wouldn't know the first damn thing about dancing.

I said, look at yourself. Now don't go feeling sorry for something that never happened. Excuse me? Why are you acting so desperate? Um, you're not a virgin, are you? No? So then.

You just wanted a one-night stand. Of course you do. Oh, no.

No, it's quite common. You should know that. Professional competitors spend so much time polishing their skills that they never get time to release the tension.

Or as you say, get down and dirty. Pardon? What makes you think I don't know? Hey, now.

I told you before. I used to compete as well. I've been in the same situation.

Of course I don't care. Do you think I'm some old prude? You didn't need to say that yes so enthusiastically.

You're an adult. It's not my business where you go, what you do, if you want to get laid. Then go ahead.

What I do care about, however, is one of my pupils thinking they need to change their entire routine on a drunken idiot's reaction. Of course I did. You don't need to know what I got up to.

What you need to do is practice your frog strut. I don't want any mistakes tomorrow. You're asking a lot of questions.

Especially for someone who's causing me a headache. You don't seriously need me to spell it out, do you? All right.

Yes, I went out and got up to things. Now trust me. The things I got up to, you would be afraid of.

I'm not afraid of you. I went out and got up to things. Now trust me.

The things I got up to, you would be a flustered mess. Oh, don't give me that attitude. You wouldn't last long.

Do I what? Yeah, I do think you're shy. Maybe too shy.

You're not? Then why were you so affected by some shrunkard? Enough.

I'm too tired. No more talking. We're done here.

Look, get ready to- Just what do you think you're doing? Let me tell you something very, very important. I don't appreciate being pushed around.

Keep testing me, and I will put you in your place. You want to know what I do? What do you think? Oh, now you're acting shy.

Oh, no, no, no. You kept hassling me over my history. How about you tell me what you're thinking? Hm? What do you think I'll do? Show you? You're a little fucker.

Fine, then. Turn around. Chin up.

Look at me through the mirror as I get behind you and wrap my arms around you. Hold you close and talk in your ear. Oh, I know.

Your ears are sensitive. Of course I noticed. Anytime I've led you, whenever I try to teach you, you always shy away when I get close to your ear.

I notice everything about my students. You, most of all. Eyes on me.

Keep looking in the mirror. Aw, are you embarrassed? But I'm only holding you from behind, and I haven't even started.

If you can't handle me having me this close, then this will not end well. Hm. Hands on the bar.

You do not touch me until I give you permission. Understood? Good.

Now, you seem to think you're not exciting enough to attract some drunken, dead-brained idiots from a bar? Shh. Then you merely need to look for someone worth your time.

Such sensitive ears my little dancer has, shivering as I lean on your shoulder and whisper directly in your ear. Don't lean away. Good girl.

Oh, that was a strong reaction. If you want me to call you that more, you know you need to work hard. Hm.

What do you think you need to do? First, tell me what you want. Tell me what you want.

Look at me in the eyes, through the mirror. If you want me to show you how arousing you are to the male gaze, then strip. Hm.

That's it. My, my, my. If you want to know what I'm thinking, look at yourself.

Do not look away. See? What did I tell you? Do not look away.

Hm. Looks like I'll just have to grab your chin and make you look. Now, watch my hand.

Closely now, watch it as it traces down your body, starting from your neck over the lines of your collarbone. Oh, already shivering. You're rather easy to get going, aren't you? No? Well, we'll just have to see then.

Ah, what lovely breasts. Look at them. The perfect size, the perfect shape.

Ah, what's wrong? Are you not a fan of your nipples being pulled? Speak up.

Let me hear your voice. You were so chatty a moment ago. Where's all that fire gone? Hm? What if I just pull them again? Oh, what a shiver.

Oh? Why yes, I can be mean. But mean gets results.

And don't worry, as mean as I can be, I can be kind. Hm. Does that feel better? Having my fingers missed.