"Great effort everyone. We have the steps down and now it is about getting the rhythm," I said to my dance class. It had been a tough year and I was finally finding my feet. I was beginning to see glimpses of light at the end of the dark tunnel.
"Thank you, Miss Saanvi," they said in unison as they made their way out.
12 months ago my divorce was finalized at the age of 38. After almost 20 years of marriage I had become somewhat dependent on my husband. I had worked as a dancer before I was married but after marriage I was a kept woman and depended on my husband for an income. I liked to dance as a hobby but I never really needed to work again.
The problem was that I received our large stately family home in the divorce. It sounds like a rich people problem but I had no real income. Our kids were over 18 and it was always our plan that the boys would study in America once they turned 18 so they lived with my husband in America. It was ordered that my husband only had to make minimal payments for 2 years to allow me to gain employment and an income of my own. My husband was vindictive and cruel, he waited until the kids were 18 to begin the divorce as it would mean he was no longer paying their maintenance to me. He also began hiding his assets long before he filed for divorce. We had been living separate lives for the past 5 years as he moved to America for work. My husband had always paid our bills but I was now behind on payments on most bills. Most of our exclusive memberships were cancelled and I was struggling. It was difficult for me to maintain the lifestyle I had while I was married and it was inevitable I would need to sell the house and downsize eventually.
We lived in an affluent part of town and it allowed me to charge a premium for the classes. I only took on couples as I found this meant they were motivated and regular attendees. I also felt uncomfortable with the idea of single men joining the class as it would make it uncomfortable for any women attending.
At the moment I had 5 regular couples and they were keeping the lights on in my house. I wanted to build this business to the point I could rely on it as an income stream before the payments from my husband stopped. I was building relationships and a reputation for myself in the community.
"Hello, is this the Saanvi dance school?" Asked the young woman on the other end of the phone.
"Yes. You are talking to Miss Saanvi," I replied. I had an exclusive clientele so it was rare to get calls inquiring about places on the class. I had wanted to expand and make the classes a sustainable income stream so I was always open to new inquiries.
"I am calling on behalf of Mr Shah. You have been recommended to him by a friend and he is interested in taking up the dance classes in preparation for a ball he will be attending. He is only free on Thursday evenings," She had this quick motoring way of speaking.
"I have a slot on Thursday evening at 7.00pm?" I replied. My whole Thursday was free but I liked to make it sound like I was busy.
"Yes, that will be fine," she replied.
On the evening of the session Mr Shah turned up at my home in his Rolls Royce. This was a man that wanted to make an impression on people.
He was short, maybe 5'6" at a push, sporting a rotund belly. He looked to be at least 60. The driver opened the door for him and he stepped out. I glanced inside the car but no one else was there. Where was Mrs Shah? I wondered.
"You must be Saanvi, I was introduced to your husband at the country club some years back," he said introducing himself. I lost that membership when my income dried up and this was an unpleasant reminder that I no longer had the perks that came with being a resident in this community.
"My ex-husband. Will Mrs Shah be joining us?" In this affluent neighborhood everyone knew everyone but I knew precious little of Mr Shah. He was never really someone I came across in these circles.
"There is no Mrs Shah. I am due to attend an important event with the Duke of Suffershire in merry old England and I need to learn some basic steps should I be called upon to dance," he said.
"When I received the call I had assumed it was being booked as a couple. I only take on couples at the moment. I find it easier to manage," I said.
"You come highly recommended by Aditya. I understand him and his wife are regulars. It is the only reason I am here. I value the word of friends. Do you really want me to tell Aditya that you were not welcoming? Lets just get down to it. I will pay you double. So you are not missing out by not having a couple," he said. He had an arrogance about him and it made me flustered. Could I risk damage to my reputation?
"There will be no need. It is not about the money. You can pay me whatever you like. I am happy to help you for Aditya and Bhavna. After all I also value friends," I said with a smile to put any tension at ease. It was important to build my name and I shouldn't be turning down recommendations.
I led him through to the former dining hall that I had turned into a dance studio.
He was wearing a suit and tie with shoes. It was rather inappropriate for a physically active exercise but he looked smart.
"I think it would be better for you to remove your shoes. I always recommend active wear or gym wear for dance practice in future," I suggested.
I was wearing yoga pants, sports bra and a loose t-shirt hanging over.
"For a man, yes. I will want our final session to be with a tuxedo to ensure I am still able to perform the steps in the same way. But I want you to wear something that I will likely see adorned by the female I am dancing with. I want to create a sense of the evening in my mind as we practice. An appropriate dress or ballroom gown but for our first session today what you are wearing is fine," he said. I was taken back by his forthright manner. He was exuding ego and arrogance. Who was he to tell me what to wear? But I was reminded not to upset my small circle of clients.
"I understand your point of view," I reply biting my tongue to calm my own anger at his attitude. I try to be non-committal in my reply.
He removes his blazer jacket and tie and kicks off his shoes. I show him a few light stretches and then I guide him on how to position his feet and where his hands need to be.
"The man must always lead. One step back," I said as he complied. His hand was resting on my hip and the other was holding my hand to the side.
His hand would slide to my ass from time to time and I would move it back up. I didn't want to jump to conclusions as he was new to dancing so I simply guided his hand back to my hip when it slid to my ass. It took some time for men to get their structure right when dancing.
"Step to the right, very good," I say as he follows my directions. He is able to follow my next few steps and he seems a natural. These are just basic slow steps as I try to figure out how challenging I should make it.
"You are really good, now repeat the steps," I say as I decide to test him.
On one of the steps instead of going back he moves forward. I step into him and his thigh is rubbing between my legs. His hand has slid to my ass once more but this time he gropes it firmly. I can feel his hard cock pressed against the inside of my thigh. His other hand had left mine and he was groping my breast as he held me up pressed against him.
"Uff," I moan as I feel the contact. I rest against him for a brief moment due to the exertion.
