 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 25.06. at 07:38:11 >>>"Peter!">>>"Yes, Alice." Peter looked up from the register.>>>"When you're through with that customer, I need to spaek to you.">>>Peter baggged the customer's copy of the latest Jackie Collins, and obeyed.>>>"What's this?" Alice asked, holding the white glove, now lightly rimmed with gray, under Peter's nose.>>>"It's dust, Alice.">>>"Why is it HERE, when my cleaning chart says that this section should have been dusted last night?" She held up a multicolored, laminated store diagram. "See, the purple section corresponds to wednesday evening, and-">>>"Alice, the new Jackie Collins came in last night. We had to stock, and restock, not to mention answer every 'Where's the new Jackie Collins' question. The line was clear to Philosophy. Hence, no time to dust. Sorry.">>>"You should have stayed late. I want this place cleaned according to my chart. Do you understand?">>>"Alice, we need to talk.">>>"I don't want to hear it.">>>"Well, you should try.">>>"Why?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared. "Why should I care what you have to say?">>>"Because otherwise you're going to wonder why I'm not here in two weeks.">>>"Where are-WHAT? I'm understaffed as it is!">>>"Sorry, you've got notice. It's been a blast, Alice. Chivalry prevents me from saying what substance the actual blast consisted of, however." He grinned and turned away, then grinned even wider.>>>Lisa was there, in a fire-engine red unitard, black platform sandals, and black suede hot pants. She was quietly applauding.>>>"Whatdja think, boss?" Peter scooted behind the counter and leaned on it.>>>"Superb, Peter. Any second thoughts?">>>"None. So glad to be gone. Should've said a week.">>>"Nonsense. Have fun. Nothing like giving notice to take the sting out of a boss' nuttiness. But, you know, I meant any second thoughts about, well..." She snapped the nylon on her thigh.>>>"Well, maybe. But I'll do it.">>>"Good. Look, I want to hold a staff meeting, so you can meet your new co-workers. How's tomorrow night?">>>"Fine by me. See you then!" As she left, she looked over at Alice, slamming Jackie Collins onto the shelves.>>>That night, Peter found himself with a lump in his throat the size of a major-league baseball, with the stitches. He stood at the back door of the new shop, waiting for Lisa to respond to his knock.>>>When she opened the door, he gasped. She was En Pointe, in pink satin shoes, ballet pink tights, and a matching leotard, pinch-front, no bra. "Welcome to Dance Heaven." She smiled, then looked down. "WHOA!">>>"What?" Peter's eyes widened with surprise.>>>"Pants? Peter, I thought we had an agreement!">>>"Yeah, but I thought this was, y'know, just a meeting, and-">>>"You're in Dance Heaven now, kiddo. You must be in uniform if you're going to enter. Pants off, please.">>>"Yeah, but.">>>She held a pair of white tights and a royal-blue leotard, tossed them to him. Slip into these, Peter. The girls are waiting...">>>"Okay, but could you-">>>Lisa turned around, still on her toes. Suddenly, Peter found his tights a little, er, harder to slip into.>>>But he did manage. He stood at the stockroom door, his heart banging away at his nylon-covered chest, trying to work up the nerve to pull the door open.>>>"Got places to go, Peter!" It wasn't Lisa's voice that called him.>>>He opened the door, and found five young women, all in dancewear, seated casually on the gray carpeted floor. They screamed when they saw him, some clapping their hands over their mouths in delighted shock.>>>Peter turned red and felt his heart sink at their reaction. He closed the door again, spun and leaned against it, more upset than he'd ever been.>>>"My god, what legs!" "Are you sure he doesn't dance?" "Cute. Dark. Like his eyes. Where'd he go?">>>"Peter, come on out!">>>He slowly opened the door. A petite blond spun around and looked directly at the royal-blue "V" of the leotard's crotch. "VERY cute." she smiled and looked up into Peter's eyes.>>>"C'mon, Peter, sit down." The girls scooted around to make room.>>>"Wait." the blonde held her hand up. "Turn. Slowly, now.">>>Peter clumsily pirouetted, and the girls applauded.>>>"Don't wear a dance belt unless you're dancing, Peter.">>>"Why not?">>>The girls giggled as one.>>>Peter sat next to Lisa. "Um...uh...hi, everybody. I'm Peter.">>>A girl in a forest-green leotard with bright-green tights waved at him. "Terry Bosworth. Don't dance at all. Just like the clothes!">>>Next was the lovely blond who'd called him cute (CUTE!!) "Kate Petersen. Jazz, some tap, a little ballet. Don't like pointe." She wiggled her feet at him, the beige tights wrinkling slightly as her feet flexed. "Bad for the feet." she added.>>>"Danielle Digiacomo. All classical, all the time." She wore all black, but with a pink t-shirt that read: "Dance. You Bastard.">>>"Karen Smith. We're wearing the same outfit! Cool!" She was a bit chunky ("Stacked" was the first word that popped into Peter's head) with short red hair and green eyes.>>>Peter adored them all instantly.>>>The meeting went smoothly. Peter learned that he would be responsible for shipping and recieving, ("First shot at the new tights!" exclaimed Karen.) as well as customer service.>>>"Your main function is going to be to help male customers feel more at ease while shopping for dancewear. I think you're pretty non-judgemental to begin with, but since you obviously like to wear 'em yourself, well...">>>Peter considered arguing, ("I mean, how does SHE know?" he wondered,) but he noticed that all the girls were looking at him not with the disdain or amusement he'd expected, but with a certain ammount of respect for his courage (he thought,) and some degree of aesthetic appreciation. This was going to be interesting.>>>"Anyway, how did a guy like you get interested in wearing tights in the first place?" Kate asked.>>>The girls all looked toward him, friendly curiosity beaming out of their eyes, making the story he'd never told a soul pour out of him. He told them of his cousin's wedding, of the girl who'd caught the bouquet (He'd caught the garter, you see.) She was 16, he was 10. He had no idea that, when he'd caught that lacy little band of elastic, he was expected to slide it onto the girl's stockinged thigh. He was starled by his own reaction, even more than the reaction of the rest of the guests, as his hands glided softly over the young lady's white opaques for what had seemed an eternity (The emcee was a card, scolding Peter jokingly, telling him he'd done it wrong, telling him he'd have to do it again, as Peter almost swooned at the feeling of the girls nylon-covered legs under his trembling hands, at the sight of her face, red with embarrassment, the upper teeth gently resting on the lower lip as she stared at his hands moving higher and higher on her leg, at her gasp when he accidently brushed a finger against her...)>>>Thirt minutes later, he was winding it up. "So I kissed her feet. I couldn't stop. She'd hear that her folks were looking for her, so we headed back to the reception, but I guess...">>>"You guess what?" Danielle asked warmly.>>>"I guess...that night a pervert was born." he muttered, looking at the floor.>>>"Yea, perverts! Lisa cheered. "The right types, I mean.">>>"The kind with money, right?" Peter joked.>>>"Yes, but not just that. See, I got the idea while e-mailing a bunch of guys I 'met' on this BBS called 'Ballet Lover...">>>And it went on into the night. When it was over, the girls all agreed to walk Peter to his car if he agreed to wear his outfit out. It wasn't tough, as the location was fairly remote, but it was still a bit scary for our hero. When they'd reached his car, each of the girls gave Peter an encouraging hug (Peter kept his gym bag over his, you know)>>>"It's going to be so much fun working with you!" "See you in Dance Heaven!" "Remember, no dancebelt!" (What was this thing about the dancebelt?)>>>Peter watched them all walk to their own cars, and soon it was just himself and Lisa.>>>"Feel more at ease?" Lisa tousled his hair.>>>"Yeah, thanks, boss. It's just-">>>"Just what?" she asked, fussing with his tights.>>>"WHOA! It's just, well..I work in a bookstore, right?">>>"Right.">>>"So I read a lot, you know?">>>"Yeah, so?">>>"Well, this night was great! But, all of us getting introduced like this, me telling the story of the start of my fetish...">>>"What about it?">>>"Just seems like something some hack writer would do to introduce the main characters in a story, knowwhatImean?">>>They laughed, until Lisa patted Peter on the butt and wished him goodnight. >>>NEXT EPISODE: SETTING UP! Answers to this message:
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