Chapter 1: The First Dance Lesson
Isabel's wedding was only two months off, and Mrs. Lopez hadn't any idea what to get the kids for a wedding present. She happened to see a Groupon coupon on line and thought dance lessons would make a nice gift. She checked Yelp and found a better deal offered by Imperial Ballroom Dance Studio - 10 lessons for $10. She thought that there must be a misprint so she called Imperial and asked about the special offer. The receptionist explained the offer was a class lesson package. Not private lessons. But they did have a special running at the moment for weddings. It would expire in two days. Mrs. Lopez couldn't believe her good luck.
"How much is the wedding package?" She asked.
"It's 10 lessons for $99," the receptionist answered. "Usually It would be an $800 package. Dance lessons are normally $80 per lesson..." Mrs. Lopez made an appointment for Isabel and her fiancé, Miguel, for Saturday the next day.
"Dance lessons, Mama?" Isabel exclaimed. "Do you really think Miguel would want to learn how to dance????"
"I don't see why not. You have to perform the first dance, and you can't just rock back and forth. Besides, your future husband, Miguel Castillo, will be half in the bag by then. You'll both look like a couple of dummies out there. Don't forget, we've invited over 100 guests, included relatives..."
"OK, Mama. I'll tell Miguel and we'll go to the studio tomorrow afternoon."
At first Miguel, like most men, is afraid of the dance floor. They think they have two left feet and probably two left testicles. But Isabel told him learning to dance is easy, especially with a good teacher. If he could lay tile, learning to dance would be simple. That made sense to Miguel.
The next day, they timidly entered the studio and saw two couples out on the floor dancing. It looked easy enough. There were no lifts, not like you see on "Dancing with the Stars." The receptionist introduced them to Francis, the studio manager.
Francis made them feel right at home. He gave them a quick tour of the studio, then took their wedding dance CD and inserted it into the stereo player. The name of the song was "
Poema
" by Francisco Canaro. It was a slow sensuous tango, offering lots of possibilities for the female who could easily improvise. Francis explained they needed a good opening, a strong middle and an exciting finish. This would guarantee them a standing ovation.
The couple, Isabel and Miguel are Spanish, whose parents are originally from Madrid. Isabel has long black hair, beautiful flashing eyes, is 5'3", and has a curvy figure. She's a college graduate, with a masters degree in finance, and considers herself to be open minded. She has large breasts for her height, and her mother, of course, insists she should always wear a bra.
Miguel is a self employed general contractor, and has a crew of 11 men. He's well built. He himself works with tile, and if you've ever tried to lift a box of tile, you'll understand why he's well built. He, of course, speaks Spanish because his crew is Latino. Some of the guys are from Guatemala, but most of them are from El Salvador. Only one is from Mexico. Most of their work is derived from Home Depot referrals.
Francis assigned Teresa to be their instructor. Not only does Teresa choreograph beautifully, she is especially good with Argentine tango routines. Teresa is bisexual, if you must insist on labeling her, with a preference for women. She is a size 5 with long legs, and a captivating personality. She doesn't usually hit on female students; Francis has warned her about this many times. Teresa had recently hit on a beautiful student with a gorgeous ass. Teresa went after her in the ladies' room and the girl ran screaming out of the studio. She did not come back.
After enrolling in the 10-lesson package, Teresa gave Isabel and Miguel their first tango lesson. She taught them how to walk gracefully onto the dance floor, watching Isabel's ass cheeks roll as she moved. Teresa could imagine her face buried between Isabel's legs.
To demonstrate a few adornments, Teresa danced with Isabel, while Miguel watched. The two women made eye contact and although no words were spoken, both felt the electricity between them. Teresa executed a few simple ganchos (kicks) which is something women do ad lib. The male usually allow the female the freedom to improvise. This is a lesson in life well worth learning.
Teresa explained. "If you want a standing ovation at the end of your dance performance, there is one climax that never fails. Instead of just letting your partner dip you, thus putting most of your guests to sleep, I propose Miguel should butt fuck you. This never fails to arouse even the most jaded of your wedding guests."
"That's outrageous, Teresa!" Isabel exclaimed. "First of all, I know my mother would strongly object to my being sodomized in front of 100 people. What about the children? The flower girl and the ring bearer?"
"Fuck that. Children should be sent out after the ceremony. During the receiving line, have someone deposit the children in the playground across the street."
"And our priest, Monsignor Bagione?"
"Most priests butt fuck each other all the time. This is the least of our problems," Teresa assured her.
Isabel nodded. "I have never been sodomized before. Do you think Miguel is up to doing it in front of all our guests? For the first dance??"
"Every man wants to fuck his beloved in the ass. Most wives don't like it. But if you promise him that it will be a wedding gift to him, instead of a useless wallet or cigarette lighter, he'll never forget it."
"Is it spontaneous? Or Is it choreographed? "
"It depends on you. For thousands of years people have been buggering each other. Some call it good breeding, some call it lechery, some call it serving God..." Then she added, "I could have Luke demonstrate it, since he's eager to fuck anything that appears to be moving."
"And who will be his victim , er ... partner?"
