Cecily knew that attendance at the dance school would be tough. Her dedication to the bar was complete. Unfortunately, it was the one down the road with the wild music and horny men, not the one in the studio.
She was late for class again and was running down the school corridor when she heard Miss Sampson’s commanding voice behind her. “Cecily get in here now.”
“But I need to change.”
“Now, Cecily”
Cecily walked into the studio. The other girls, all neatly clad in their leotards and ballet shoes, sniggered behind their hands.
“Put your shoes on.” Miss Sampson glared at her, “quick girl, you are holding everyone up.”
Cecily wriggled into her shoes and tied the tapes around her ankles, all the time pulling at the hem of her dress. She was acutely aware that she had left her panties in the alley behind the bar or rather Jed had when he ripped them off to fuck her against the wall.
“Cecily will now demonstrate some of the positions for our show dance,” Miss Sampson addressed the class.
“What, I can’t, I..” Cecily stuttered knowing that most of the positions would reveal her pantieless state.
“You can and you will,” Miss Sampson picked up her cane.
The tip of Miss Sampson’s cane lifted her dress. “Remove this rag and continue.”
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