Part One - Pas De Deux
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Sara had tugged at the locked door before seeing the sign. Luckily her mom had not left yet. She returned to the car and got out her phone. Her lesson had been rescheduled at a studio across town. She had half an hour to get there.
She arrived with about ten minutes to spare. Her instructor, Miss Heidi, met her at the door and directed her to the change rooms. As Sara walked in she looked around. The building was a converted warehouse. The main floor was huge and well lit. The ceiling was high and sunlight streamed through a row of windows that ran the length of the building. At the far end the former offices had been converted into change rooms.
Between the dance floor and the change rooms was an open lounge area with vending machines, a water cooler, several big arm chairs and a matching couch. A coffee table was covered with various dance magazines.
In the change room the other girls from her class were getting their leotards, tights and shoes on. She dressed quickly.
Miss Heidi explained that they would be sharing this studio for the duration of the repairs. They took one end of the floor while another class had the other. There was plenty of room for both classes.
Class was proceeding as usual when Sara noticed that some of the other girls were distracted. She looked over to the other class and could see why. Among the girls was one boy. He stood a foot taller than them. He was muscular and very cute.
At the end of the lesson Sara put on her warm-up sweater and got a cup of water from the cooler and sat on the couch. She finished it and was about to go change when the other class ended. The boy was walking towards her on his way to the change room. She sat back down. She wanted to get a closer look before leaving.
He was built like a football player but there was no doubt that he was a dancer. He walked more gracefully than most of the girls. He was even cuter up close and somehow after a strenuous lesson not a hair was out of place. He walked to the cooler, took a cup and bent over to fill it; Sara just about fell off of the couch when she saw his perfect butt.
He sat at the other end of the couch. ‘I’m James’ he said ‘what’s your name?’
‘Sara’ she stuttered trying to regain her composure ‘I’ll be here for a few weeks.’
‘What do you think of our studio?’ he asked. ‘It’s nice’ she replied ‘but the floor seems to be harder than what I’m used to. My feet are sore.’
‘Put them up here’ he said as he patted a hand on his lap ‘I can fix that for you.’
Sara was a bit shocked to say the least. They had only just met and it did seem rather inappropriate.
‘Well?’ he said. “What the hell!” she thought. She swung her feet up onto him. He tugged at the bows in her ribbons and undid them. Then he carefully unwound the ribbons from around her ankles. He slipped each shoe off and put them beside him on the couch.
He gripped a foot in each of his hands and began to knead them. His hands were soft but strong and he knew all the right places to squeeze. It felt fabulous. Sara laid back and rested her head on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. If her eyes had been open she would have seen the envious looks that she was getting from her classmates as they walked by on the way out.
It was pure heaven as his fingers erased her aches and pains. Then he stopped. Sara waited a moment but then opened her eyes when she felt something odd. He had taken one of her shoes and was wrapping the ribbons around her ankles. He pulled them tight and tied a neat bow binding her ankles together.
Then he picked up her other shoe and slid closer to her with her legs across his lap. ‘Take off your sweater’ he asked. She had no idea why but the way he said it was so sensual that she found herself doing it without thinking. He took it from her and draped it over the back of the couch. He then crossed her wrists in front of her and tied them with the other ribbon.
With the shoe dangling from her bound wrists he placed her hands on her lap and then hid them from view with the sweater. Sara was speechless as she witnessed the kinkiest thing that had ever happened to her. He slid back over to the other end of the couch and began to work on her feet again.
It felt different this time. It was not so much therapeutic as it was erotic. Rather than massaging he was rubbing and stroking. Each touch of his fingers and palms gave her shivers. He worked along her toes and across her arches and around her heels. He glided across her bound ankles and started up her calves.
‘Sara’ boomed a shout from across the room ‘I’ve been waiting in the car.’
Sara fell from heaven and crashed back to earth. She didn’t even have to look, she knew that voice. James tugged the bow at her ankles and they were free. Sara jumped up with the sweater concealing her wrists.
‘I just have to get my bag’ she shouted back. James handed her the shoe and she dashed into the change room. Thankfully there was no one in it as she untied her wrists with her teeth.
‘What was that about with the boy?’ asked mom as Sara got into the car.
‘Nothing’ said Sara in a shaky voice ‘I just had a cramp in my foot.’
Part Two - Pas De Quatre
The next day Sara returned to the new studio. She had been scheduled to take a lesson from the other instructor with her class. James wasn’t there but she soon made other friends.
As soon as she came out of the change room two girls ran over to greet her. They were a pair of pretty blond twins named Beverly and Barbara. They welcomed her and introduced themselves and told her that if there was anything she needed to be sure to ask.
During the lesson they stood on either side of her at the barre. Then they danced on either side of her on the floor. Whenever Sara looked one or the other or both were looking back at her. It was a little creepy but some people are just overly friendly like that she thought.
On the break two more girls came over. Both were a head taller than Sara and the twins and both were incredibly beautiful. Susan had long dark hair in a ponytail halfway down her back. She was quite thin and yet somehow graceful and gorgeous.
Donna was slightly taller, two years older and had the body of a goddess. Her thick rich brown hair reached her shoulders. She had amazing cheek bones, full lips and piercing sky blue eyes. Sara couldn’t help thinking that this was quite possibly the most beautiful person she had ever met.
They were sisters and cousins of Bev and Barb, as they insisted Sara call them. They were as friendly if not friendlier than the twins. They chatted for a few minutes and then they offered an invitation. They told Sara that they were going for pizza afterwards and invited her along.
‘I’d love to’ she said ‘but my mom’s coming to pick me up and she wants me to go clothes shopping with her. She likes my advice when she is getting new outfits.’
‘Give her a call’ suggested Donna ‘I’m sure that as a good mom dancing comes first. Tell her you can stay for another lesson and that we will drive you home after.’
Sara didn’t like deceiving her mom but this sounded like fun and she made the call.
After the lesson they changed and Sara started towards the front door. ‘This way’ said Susan ‘we’re parked in the back.’
Sara followed as they went out the back door into an alleyway. A shiny blue sports car was parked there. Donna pressed the button on her remote and the trunk popped open. She tossed her bag in. As Sara went to toss hers in too Donna reached into the trunk.
When Donna turned the twins grabbed Sara by the arms. Donna held up a roll of duct tape. Before Sara could protest she pulled off a long strip and pressed it over Sara’s mouth from ear to ear. She added a second and a third taping Sara from her chin to her nose.
While Donna was applying the tape Susan pulled a long pair of gloves onto Sara’s arms as the twins held them firmly. Then Bev and Barb crossed her wrists behind her back and Donna taped them. They lifted her into the trunk leaving her legs sticking out. Her ankles were taped, her legs pushed in and the trunk slammed shut.
It had happened so fast that Sara didn’t have time to be scared. Now that she was in the dark trunk and the car was pulling out onto the street she found that she still wasn’t scared. She was actually excited. The girls had been so friendly that Sara was sure that they weren’t serial killers or rapists. This must be some sort of initiation.
As the vehicle made its way through town Sara tested her bonds and found that the sticky tape wouldn’t stretch or rip, she was helpless and she didn’t mind. This was fun and she couldn’t wait to see what they had planned for her next.
Before long she could feel that the car had pulled onto a gravel driveway. It paused for a moment and she could hear the rumble of a garage door opening. The car moved up and the door closed again. The trunk popped open and Sara looked up. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw the faces of the four beautiful cousins looking down at her.
They lifted her out and placed her on a workbench at the end of the garage. Sara sat there wondering what they had planned for her. They looked more serious now, not as friendly, and for the first time Sara was a bit uneasy. Bev spoke first.
‘We heard about you and James yesterday.’ The rest joined in taking turns and finishing each other’s sentences. ‘You can’t just show up and start picking up our guys’… ‘ya, who do you think you are’…’we have a lot of time invested in him’…’if you don’t back off you’ll be sorry!’
That last comment had Sara worried. She didn’t want any hassles but with three layers of tape over her mouth she couldn’t make that clear. She had two choices. She could do her best to look defiant and see if they might back down. That could backfire if she pissed them off. The other approach was to try to look as pathetic as possible and possibly get their sympathy. It was a cowardly way to go but it had the best chance of succeeding.
Sara let her shoulders slump and her whole body went limp as if someone was slowly letting the air out of a balloon. She looked up for a moment with big sad puppy dog eyes and then let her head drop. She really did look quite miserable. The acidic comments stopped. Without even seeing them Sara could tell it was working, they didn’t know what to do next.
Sara tried to squeeze out a few tears but it wasn’t quite working. Donna stepped forward and putting her hand under Sara’s chin she lifted her head and looked into her moist eyes. ‘We’re really sorry to scare you like this but you’re in our territory now and we aren’t so sure about you.’
Donna began to carefully peel off the gag. When Sara could finally talk she didn’t hesitate. She was still tied up and at their mercy so she couldn’t say what was on her mind. She would have to tell them what they wanted to hear.
‘I’m not interested in James’ she said in a quivering frightened voice (totally fake). ‘Whatever you heard about us must have been exaggerated, we only talked’ (totally a lie). ‘To tell the truth I thought he was gay’ (totally convincing).
The cousins began to laugh. ‘We’re not sure if he is gay ourselves’ said Susan. ‘But if he isn’t’ added Bev…’we want to be the ones to find out’ continued Barb…’not you’ finished Donna.
‘I’m good with that’ said Sara ‘he’s all yours. When I go back to my own studio in two weeks I’ll probably never see him again. Why would I want to start something I can’t finish?’
That seemed to convince them. Susan removed the tape from Sara’s wrists. When Sara was able to get her arms back in front of her she held up her gloved hand to look at it. They had put a pair of elbow length opera gloves on her to protect her skin from the tape. The gloves were black silk with a string of small pearls around the wrist.
‘These are beautiful’ said Sara. ‘We got them out of the costume room’ said Barb ‘we didn’t want the tape to pull off any skin.’
‘Are we okay now?’ asked Donna. ‘You’re not going to do anything like call the cops are you?’
Sara thought for a moment. Donna’s concerned question was their first sign of uncertainty. It was time to take advantage of it.
‘I’m okay on two conditions’ asserted Sara ‘I get to keep the gloves and you had better order the pizza, I’m starving.’ They agreed.
‘Oh, while I’m making demands’ added Sara ‘could you please tape my wrists again, this time in front so that I can eat my pizza.’