 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 07.05. at 17:29:22 Still, he felt vulnerable (though aroused), knowing the only thing that he had between him and nudity was a thin, (but solidly opaque) covering of skin-tight nylon. "Not even a dancebelt" James thought grimly. His erection was as almost as visible as if he were naked, and oddly more erotic, trapped under it's covering of soft nylon.>>>His first encounter was with a hall-monitor. Mr. Baindridge, the science teacher, to be specific. He cast a glance at James legs, then looked up disapprovingly. "Appropriate clothing..." was all he said to our hero as he walked by. Then six (count 'em) six ninth graders follwed him the rest of the way to homeroom, the five girls in the group keeping up a running commentary on his attire. Some were joking ("Don't get a run!") but most were sort of brutally appreciative of the show he was putting on. "Man, those cheeks are just a perfect handful, aren't they?" quipped the one with long brown hair. "Wanna do a pas-de-doux?" chimed another, pronouncing both the "s" and the "x.">>>Tina met him in homeroom. She was all business. "Change into the maroon ones with the hole in the front, and put on your black tank leo. Think we just found you a customer" she whispered as he sat down. ..."Really?" he couldn't believe he was just about to have sex with a girl for money.>>>"Really. Client wants to surprise you, so be prepared, OK?">>>"OK. But, I gotta ask. What about you and me?">>>"With any luck, baby, you won't have the energy to deal with me, unless we hit a dry spell and I have to keep you sharp.">>>"Yeah, but-">>>"Try it. If you want, we can bring it on back. Same as we would if I'd overestimated your appeal. Don't worry, kid. You'll get laid. Either for free (by me), or by paying customers. Smile! It's your first day of the most exciting after-school job any boy's ever had!">>>James wasn't sure about that whole "boy" thing, but he was suddenly far too occupied trying to guess who his first client would be. He'd noticed Marta (a lot prettier than her name) gazing absently at his legs during roll call, and pulled up a slightly sagging leg. She immediately looked away.>>>The rest of the day was what James had expected ("Don't worry, it'll all settle down in a few weeks" Tina had assured him.) Jocks yelled ham-handed jokes, girls giggled and pointed, and most of his teachers made sure that they commented on his attire (his english teacher referred to it as "the phenomenon" for some reason.) It was a drag. Even speculating as to who paid cash money to have sex with him (he'd come to the sickening realization that the group probably wouldn't include the cheerleading squad, but at least two of the girls he'd tagged as possibles were cuties. One, a petite but flat-chested gymnast, patted him on the butt as he passed by, commenting to her friend (who looked sick at the sight of him) that he was "definitely worth the money..." hastily explaining (when she saw his reaction,) that she meant his tights. And at least three toughs made tentative dates with him for an after-school ass-kicking.>>>He could see two of them now, as they shadowed him to his last class of the day. "If I live," he vowed, "I'm going to kill Tina." They were getting closer, he could tell. Ahead of him was the dance studio. He quickened his stride and rushed into the studio, his heart beating.>>>Ms. Anderson, his modern dance teacher, was there, stretching. Her right foot, covered in tight pink lycra, was in full pointe, her full derriere tight under white dance trunks as she brought the foot down to the floor, turning to greet him as she noticed him in the mirror.>>>"Sorry, James. I had to cancel class. Something came up." She smiled slyly, her breasts clearly defined under her baby-pink crop t-shirt.>>>James was elated. His first client was going to be the luscious Ms. Anderson. He'd fantasized about her constantly. Her blond ponytail swinging like a flag of lust as she thrashed on top of him...>>>"Of course, you're welcome to stay and practice, but make sure you lock up when you leave, okay?" She picked up her bag, swept past him and smiled. Somehow he knew that he wouldn't see her until the next morning's class.>>>Dejected, unlaid, trapped. He sat down on the floor sourly, pulling off his sneakers and rubbing his feet. He decided to kill Tina after all.>>>One minute later, he was on his back, writhing under the savage attack of his first real client, and frankly, things could be a lot worse. She had a beautiful butt (which was now rising and falling on his erection, sliding up, then SLAMMING down on him with a force he'd never felt before>) The pretty, older face stared down at him with a lovely mixture of lust and shame (she was, after all, baning one of her students,) and her gorgeous legs (in toast-colored tights) writhed as she exploded over him again and again.>>>She said almost nothing-the occaisional grunt or holler of unexpected delight, the long, wavering moan becoming a scream of released tension every time her orgasm rumbled through her. It wasn't until he'd flipped her over and pushed her down that he finally lost control, his hips slamming into her, his ass (which her hands grasped with a hunger James found frankly adorable,) clenching in his tights, the low moan stumbling from his lips, his penis surrendering to her, flooding her with a day's worth of sexual frustration, that she said something coherent.>>>"See? I KNEW you were a phenomenon..." she giggled. 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