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The Ballerina

Nicolette Dane

Contents

Copyright

About the Author

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The Ballerina

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Field Day

Tiny House Big Love

Floats Her Boat

Give Me Some Sugar

Getting Down To Business

Restless On A Road Trip

Full Bodied In The Vineyard

An Excerpt: Field Day

An Excerpt: Tiny House Big Love

Copyright © 2015

Nicolette

Dane

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved.

About the Author

Nicolette Dane landed in Chicago after studying writing in New York City. Flitting in and out of various jobs without finding her place, Nico decided to choose herself and commit to writing full-time. Her stories are contemporary scenarios of blossoming lesbian romance and voyeuristic tales meant to give you a peep show into the lives of sensual and complicated women. If you're a fan of uplifting and steamy lesbian passion, you've found your new favorite author.

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The Ballerina

One more time from the top, said Charles. Dinah, you’re falling back mid way through. Please take two steps forward. Charles was a quirky and dramatic old man, with wild grey hair and a matching mustache. A bit idiosyncratic, sure, but in the ballet world he was a legend. He was a former dancer himself of high accolades and for decades the Ballet Master and Artistic Director at our theatre. Music, people, music! he said, indicating he was ready for the scene to begin

once

more

.

And fortunately for me, this production of Giselle, a classic and famous ballet, presented me as Assistant Director to Charles. Working with Charles in this production was an enviable position, a make it or break it scenario in this business, but as I sat there next to my director all I could do was think about Dinah.

Dinah was a beautiful young woman, lithe and small, her dark brown hair pulled back tightly and pasted against the back of her head. She was a junior dancer in our company’s corps de ballet, but destined for greatness in my eyes. Only 20 years old and having done ballet for most of her life, she was light on her feet yet quite strong. I knew she could have been cast as Giselle, the titular role, but company politics and dancer rank had left her in a

supporting

part

.

Michelle, said Charles in an abrupt whisper to me. "Did you

hear

me

?"

Sir? I said, breaking from my reverie, averting my eyes from Dinah and instead focusing on Charles.

"I want to tweak that attitude effacée derrière, he said. Write

that

down

."

Yes sir, I said, scribbling a note into my clipboard.

Focus up, he said to me, pinching me lightly on the side of the arm. This was an affect of Charles, a correction, something he learned from his years of performing and working with choreographers.

But I found it hard to focus as I watched Dinah on stage. Or rather, my focus was only on her. She was magical, her beauty unsurpassed. Ever since I had met her a few years prior, just at the end of my own dancing career, she had become a vision of lust for me. I often touched myself to thoughts of her. As we became friendlier, closer, running choreography together, seeing each other naked occasionally in dressing rooms, my infatuation with her ramped up tenfold. She was so powerful, yet diminutive, her skin was clear and porcelain, she was the epitome of what a ballerina

should

be

.

I had only ever made it as far as Dinah in the company. As a junior dancer, I often danced with the corps de ballet but my skills were always better suited to choreography and direction. Charles had sat me down one day and told me all this, You’ll be pushing 30 soon, he said. And it’s time to face facts. And thus went my transition from dancer to production. With Dinah, I knew she would make it to soloist soon and one day she would be a principal of the company.

After rehearsal, we were backstage and I was handing out Charles’ notes to all the dancers, explaining his opinions, informing them of considerations and changes. But all while doing this, I could see Dinah out of the corner of my eye, waiting for her turn, eager to impress and succeed. My heart thumped within me, heavily and speedily, a feeling of adrenaline coursing through me as it always did when I was close

to

her

.

Lay it on me, Mish, said Dinah as I approached her. I gazed upon her soft face, pallid white but for some exhausted rosiness in her cheeks. A few freckles haphazardly punctuated her visage as she smiled

at

me

.

Here you are, dear, I said, handing her a piece of paper with some bullet-pointed cat scratch on it. "Charles wants your back leg higher in your attitude effacée derrière."

Oh, mused Dinah, looking down at the paper and pondering on it with a

furrowed

brow

.

But I thought you looked great, Dinah,

I

said

.

Really? she said, brightening up and looking back

to

me

.

Of course, I said. You’re very talented.

Thank you, said Dinah, blushing and diverting her eyes. "This is

my

life

."

I know, dear, I said. "It’s mine

as

well

."

I’m so happy for you, she said, reaching her fingers out and softly running her hand over my arm. As she did this I felt anxiety race through me, goosebumps peppering my skin where she had touched. You have a job many people dream of having.

I could say the same of you, I said. I admit that I do miss dancing.

Do you miss the long, physical rehearsals? she said. The painful toes? Dinah smiled at me, a glimmer of playfulness in her brown eyes, almost as though she knew my feelings and was

teasing

me

.

My body does feel a lot better in this last year, I said with a light laugh. "But you know what

I

mean

."

I do, she said. "You should have made it past the corps."

And you’ll make it further than that, I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and looking away from

Dinah’s

eyes

.

No way! Dinah said excitedly. "You really

think

so

?"

The whole exchange felt like its own dance to me, a back and forth repartee, and exchange of pleasant ups and downs. Dinah hung on my words, fascinated with my opinion perhaps a bit out of ego or perhaps due to my growing position in the company. Although Charles’ word was law, mine was becoming an interpretation of

the

law

.

Just listen to these notes, I said, tapping the piece of paper in Dinah’s hand. "Keep working hard and I really think you could

make

it

."

Oh, thank you! she exclaimed, leaping forward and embracing me. Dinah was smaller than me and her head buried into my neck, her arms snaked through my arms and pulled me tightly into it. I couldn’t help myself and I returned her hug, my hands caressing her lower back through the fabric of her stretchy white rehearsal leotard.

I could feel my breath quickening. I was so enamored with this little angel. I could feel myself growing moist between my thighs, a soft tingle ringing out in my womanhood. We embraced for a few moments longer, both seeming to enjoy being close to one another. Although I enjoyed it on a sexual and infatuation level, it piqued my interest as to why Dinah held me

so

long

.

Finally we pulled back from one another and both let smiles grow over our lips. Despite the smile on her face, I could