"Come on Kash! Suck it up!" Johnny said, while Anthony carried on giggling as he had the digital camera on me. I didn't budge.
"A deal's a deal! Now take them off!" Alex said.
"O.K. But what I don't get is this." I started. "I lose the bet, I lose the girl and that means I have to wear tights?"
"Yeah now get them off!" Anthony said. I was here at a ballet class. A new girl, Becky, was recruited where we work and me and Johnny called dibs on her at almost the same time. Neither of us backed off and let the other have her, believing the other didn't stand a chance, so to make things interesting we made a bet. We each took it in turns to try and get a date from her and the one who got the date first won the bet and kept the girl. Which was Johnny. I lost the bet and the loser had to go to ballet class, in tights, the full works, twice a week for a month.
So here I was. I was in sweat pants, but I had the tights on underneath and the guys wanted me to take the sweat pants off to add to my humiliation. There was five of them who came, Johnny, the winner of the bet, Anthony who was filming this to distribute around the office tomorrow, Alex, Daniel and some other guy who I don't even know.
"Are you gentlemen going to join us?" A middle aged woman who ran the class came up to us and asked.
"No, just our buddy Kash over here." Johnny said patting me on the back. "We're here for moral support."
"That's very nice of you gentle men" She said in a soft tone and walked off.
"Why do I have to wear tights? None of the other guys here are."
"That guy is." Anthony pointed at a guy to the left.
"He looks gay!" I protested. Johnny gave a look as if to say you agreed to it pal. Which I did, so I gave in and took the sweat pants off and joined the class.
"We have a new member in our class today." The teacher gestured towards me. "My name is Sophie." She introduced herself to me.
"I'm Kash." Sophie looked at me like she was expecting me to say more but I didn't.
"Anyway!" She said taking the attention off me. "We have a guest here today. She is very skilled in different forms of dance. You may recognise her from the movies. " She looked over to the other side of the room, where there was a girl with black hair, which was up in a high pony tail. She was doing up her shoes. It was one of those ballet shoes. She was dressed in black, almost skin tight clothes, just like the rest of the women here. But she has a sleeveless top that was low cut around the neck area showing off her big breasts. Most of the women were here with a guy, who was probably dragged out here.
The black haired girl made her way up. I just stared at her. Sophie said she was in movies and if I wasn't mistaken, she had to be Eliza Dushku, unless she had a twin or look a like out there.
"This is Miss Eliza Patricia Dushku." Sophie introduced her.
"Hi!" Eliza gave a little wave.
"She'll be joining our session today." Sophie said. "She'll be helping out, showing us how it's done.
"I'll try my best." Eliza said.
"Now everyone, pair of in groups of two." Everyone immediately paired off with whoever they came with. I was the odd number so I was left by myself. I looked over to where the guys were sitting and they were laughing their heads off. I knew Johnny and Anthony since elementary school, when I use to be the fat kid who got picked last in everything, I had lost the weight now, but this was making me feel like the fat kid again.
"Oh!" Sophie said looking at me. "Looks like we have uneven numbers tonight."
"Don't worry!" Eliza said coming over to me. "I'll be your partner!" She said putting her hand on my shoulder, as if to comfort me. I looked over at the guys to see that their jaws had dropped. "How long you been doing ballet?" She asked.
"My first time." I stared at her, noticing her erect nipples.
"You nervous?" She asked. That's when it hit me. I was too busy being embarrassed that I totally forgot about being nervous. I mean what if I make an idiot of myself? That's great! Thank you Eliza Dushku for bringing that up.
"A little." I finally confessed, pulling myself away from my thoughts.
"Don't worry. This is a beginners class. It's not really hard. Just follow my lead." She turned her back to me and started to do some stretches, bending right over. I looked over at the guys and they just sat there, stunned. I may have lost the bet but I had Eliza Dushku doing stretches in front of me, her ass just inches in front of my dick. If I had a full erection now, I'd be a couple of inches in her. I gave a cocky grin to my friends.
"You have to do the stretches as well you know." Eliza gave a comforting smile.
"So what brings you here to Boston?" I asked. "Aren't you living up at Hollywood?"
"I'm a Boston gal." She claimed. "Born and raised. I'm in town visiting family and I though I'd drop by where I learnt ballet as a kid."
"I never knew you knew ballet."
"Yeah!" She said in her sexy, husky like voice. I tried my best to imitate what Eliza was doing, but it turned out looking quite pathetic and my buddies were right there to capture it all on tape. The next hour went by like a blur. What should have been the hardest and most embarrassing hour of my life, started to turn out to be an hour that I didn't want to end.
Me and Eliza were getting along unbelievably well, like we were old friends catching up on what the other has been up to over the years. It turns out that Eliza is not only talented in ballet, but she has studied tap and jazz, one of the things that got her a role in 'Bring it on.' But it didn't stop there. She was multi talented in instruments as well, the piano and drums. And here I was, thinking I'm so talented 'cos I can play 'Moonlight Sonata' on the piano, which always works on the ladies if I take them to a piano bar, but who can afford to do that on every date?
