This is the second chapter to the Dance of Desire story, again this was originally written years ago so please forgive the references to items no longer in use.
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It had been about a week since Liz had her first dance lesson. The reaction to her behavior had caused her to first feel dirty and shameful. The fact that she had sex with a stranger the first time she saw him coupled with the raw nature of the sex left her thinking what the hell happened. She admitted to herself that she had never done anything like that before and could not believe that it was actually her there in the dinning room screaming for that man to fuck her. That was not Me she kept telling herself.
To Liz's surprise every time she closed her eyes or drifted off in thought all she could see, hear, feel was that night of animal passion and how wonderful it felt. Liz even caught herself introducing herself to someone at the bank as Elizabeth. Who is this Elizabeth she asked when she realized what she said.
That man had taken advantage of the situation. She couldn't even bring herself to call him by his name, "Randall" he was just That Man.
Liz IM'ed her daughter and was telling her what she had been doing the last two days and how low she felt being alone now, when Cammie asked her why she felt down when just the other day all she could talk about was how great she felt the day after her dance lesson. Liz couldn't tell her daughter what actually happened that night. It was too embarrassing. Cammie didn't need to know how slutty her mother acted with that man.
The next morning Liz finally pulled Randall's card out of the drawer in her bedroom after a lot of thought and coaxing from her daughter the night before. She looked at it for the first time and read what was on it, "Dance of Desire Studio Lessons and Instruction. Randall Calloway & Company"
Well at least now she knew his last name, she chuckled. Randall Calloway & Company, could there be more instructors like him there? Men who take advantage of women that are lost in the passion of the dance, she thought they all probably got off trying to screw as many of their clients as possible.
She didn't want to call for her second lesson but something deep inside her caused her arm to reach for the phone and dial. After it rang at least six times, that familiar voice answered hello. She couldn't say anything, her heart jumped into her throat and then without warning she heard her voice say " This is Liz Keigle, I need to speak with Randall Calloway to set up my next dance lesson." Again with a tone of arrogance Randall answered back "The next opening I have is two days from now at six o'clock. I will be there at six straight up. For this lesson you need to wear an after five dress with heels, any color will do, just make sure the dress is knee length. Oh and Elizabeth you will need to shave your pussy bald."
And with that Randall hung up leaving her sitting on the edge of her bed again listening to a dial tone. Liz's jaw dropped, she couldn't believe what just happened. The very thought of him telling her what to wear again made her blood boil. Thirty seconds later the comment about her shaving her pussy hit her and she almost fell off the edge of the bed. How dare he, he had gone too far this time and she was not going to put up with that. She would call and cancel the lessons right then. She reached for the phone and started to dial the number again but for some reason she just couldn't finish. Her inner lustful needs prevented her from doing so.
Liz decided to get out of the house before she went crazy thinking about what had transpired earlier on the phone so she changed into a casual outfit and drove into town. While she was driving around looking for something to do her cell phone rang. It was the spa she frequented calling to let her know they had an opening today if she wanted to come in a week earlier than her normal appointment. This was just what she needed so she agreed to take the opening and headed that direction.
After her massage and mud bath she was talking with Tracy, the girl that usually does her bikini wax and sheepishly asked her a question about grooming in that area. Tracy informed her that the current trend for younger women was to remove all of the pubic hair and leave the vagina clean and smooth.
Liz was shocked that this was what women were doing these days and asked how it was done. Tracy told her that most women just shave it themselves but there was a new thing called a Brazilian that was becoming more and more popular. Liz hesitantly asked what all was involved with that and if they did it there. Tracy told her the steps that were involved and yes they did in fact offer that as one of their packages. With some coaxing from Tracy and a little prodding she finally agreed to try it.
Liz followed her instructions and removed her pants and panties. She climbed up on the sheet-covered table and allowed Tracy to shave her pubic hairs with a set of clippers that were designed to cut as close to the skin as possible. Next she watched as she started to apply the wax and cloth to remove the stubble from her mound. It was a little painful but Liz bit her lip and continued on like a trooper. After the area above her clit was stripped of all of the hair that once covered her womanhood Tracy proceeded to remove all of the hair next to her vagina and the crease of her thighs. This was a little more painful due to the fact that the skin there was more sensitive.
Once complete Tracy told Liz to roll over onto her stomach. Liz was slightly confused by this but did as she was told. Once on her stomach Tracy told her to lift up onto her knees but leave her shoulders on the table. Liz positioned herself in this fashion and realized that she was now open for anyone in the room to see all of her lower regions. Her pussy was open and in plan view and the exit, her butthole, was now on display. This position forced her ass cheeks apart and she had never felt so embarrassed in her life.
With Tracy standing just to her side even with her ass Liz felt a warm cloth wipe up and down her crack sending a shiver up her spine. Tracy told her that she was now going to apply the wax and cloth to take care of the backdoor. With a quick rip Liz felt a burn come over her ass that she couldn't believe. Why would any woman in her right mind allow this to be done, A second, then third rip and it was over. Thank god she thought because that was the most painful thing she had ever felt in her forty-five years.
Tracy told her to stay in that position for a few minutes as she rubbed a soothing antiseptic ointment all over her ass crack and pussy. This left Liz red with shame and a little disgusted, another woman touching her ass and pussy like that was more than she could comprehend.
After Liz finally was allowed to move and put her clothes back on Tracy asked her a simple question.
"Liz, why do you still wear those full bottom panties? They are so out of still, no one wears those anymore. Most women who have this done opt for thongs."
Liz replied that this was what she always wore and never thought about it. As she started to leave Tracy mentioned that she should try thongs because they were more comfortable in her mind and you don't have to worry about panty lines.
As Liz drove off feeling somewhat violated she started thinking about what Tracy said in regards to her choice of undergarment. She decided to stop by the boutique and just look at some new underwear.
The boutique had a large selection of thong underwear and Liz broke down and bought five pairs because they were on sale. She picked out three pairs of various colored cotton thongs and two silk pairs that she thought were a little too risqué for her taste but what the heck. One pair of black and one red pair, she told herself she would never actually wear them but they did match a couple of dresses she had back home.
The next day went by without much drama. Her daily routine was enough to keep her busy but she did remember to apply more of the ointment that Tracy gave her so she wouldn't develop a rash on her ass and pubic area.
Liz woke up the next morning at her normal time and started her daily schedule as if it was just any other day. When she went to her aerobics class she did try on a new pair of thong underwear and she was amazed at how free she felt and that she could get used to this. The morning drifted into the evening when she remembered that Randall, that insolent man was due to arrive for her dance lessons at six.
Liz double checked the dinning room to make sure that everything was still in order, she hadn't been in there since that night of her hedonistic breakdown that left her covered in cum and floating on an orgasmic high. She thought she could still smell the slight hint of sex in the room but it had to be her mind playing tricks on her.
Liz went up stairs to shower and find something to wear. She was going to wear what she wanted to, and told herself that she was going to tell this pompous ass off once and for all.
As she looked through her closet she tried to find an outfit but she couldn't stop looking at the dresses at the end of her closet. They just kept calling out to her and she didn't understand why she felt an urge to wear one of them. She finally went over and sifted through them looking for one that was just right. All of her favorite dresses were floor length and remembering how long some of the steps were in the last dance lesson she rationalized that they may be too long for dancing. Liz looked at the two dresses that were knee length and the black one was just not right. She hadn't worn it in over ten years. The only other dress she had was a red silk dress with an open back, form fitting and the material was very light in weight. She had never worn that dress before except in the dressing room, it still had the tag on it.
This was what she was going to have to wear, nothing else was sufficient. Liz went about putting on her makeup and found a nice necklace and earring set that looked very nice with the dress. She went to her underwear drawer and searched for a bra and panties, after a few seconds she remembered the dress had an open back and she was not able to wear a bra with it. Well that was not what she wanted to do after what happened at the last encounter but she didn't have a choice. She looked at the panties in her drawer and realized that they too were a little too cumbersome for the dress so she reluctantly picked up the pair of red silk thongs she bought the other day. Coupled with a pair of red three-inch strap heels Liz made her way downstairs to wait for Randall to arrive.
Six o'clock on the nose the doorbell rang and she knew that Randall was there her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the bell and her mind went into overdrive. She was going to tell him off the second the door opened.
Liz answered the door and before she could get a word out Randall said " Hello Elizabeth I see you have followed my instructions up to this point. We will see how well you follow instruction the rest of the evening." Liz melted inside, she couldn't respond and she forgot all of the things she had already rehearsed in her mind.
