It was after hours at the University's student athletic facility. The facility staff had forgot to lock the front doors. Gail and Brian could see that the hallway lighting had been turned off.
"We could come back tomorrow, are you sure you want to do this now?" Brian asked with trepidation.
"You said that the new dance lab was really cool, and I want to see it." Gail said with more conviction than she actually felt.
Gail followed Brian through the doors, past reception, and down a stairwell to the right.
At fifty-foot intervals, the exit signs emitted a greenish glow that cast eerie shadows around them as they quietly walked down a hallway that was almost a city block long.
"Midway down the hallway he stopped in front of a door with signage on the upper left door jamb, "BL 225" and on the door," Dance Dept. Video Lab #2."
Brian stepped back and said, "It's all yours."
Gail boldly stepped forward and opened the door. The room was pitch black.
"OK., where's the light switch? She said over her shoulder in a normal tone of voice."
"Keep your voice down, I'm right behind you." Brian whispered as he placed a hand on her hip and tried to peak around her.
"Shit, how should I know? They're usually on the wall slightly above the handle just inside the door." He added anxiously.
Gail noted the anxiety in Brian's voice and swiped her hand up and down the inside of the door along the wall feeling for a switch plate. She found one with three switches in it. She flipped the switch closest to her.
"Wow!" She blurted, when five stove-pipe ceiling lights against the far wall simultaneously cast soft light straight down on a fixed ballet railing. The railing and a floor-to-ceiling mirror ran the full length of the wall.
Gail flipped the second switch and the ceiling lights buzzed for a moment before immersing the entire room in bright white florescent light.
"This is definitely a sophisticated dance practice room." She said, stating the obvious.
Gail panned the room. To her right against the adjacent wall there were two stacks of six chairs each and two folding-leg six-foot tables. To the left of the switch panel next to the door there was a stack of eight stair-steps and a stack of eight different colored individual one-inch exercise mats.
"Kill the bright lights." Brian said in a hushed tone.
They moved into the room and the door closed behind them. Gail flipped off the middle switch and flipped on the third switch. A bank of five spot lights positioned over their heads, instantly projected five perfectly spaced circles of light on the ballet rail.
"Gail laughed gleefully as she ran over into the center spot light to performed Dégagé front and side poses for Brian.
Brian silently watched as his girlfriend gently grabbed the railing with her right hand, pushed her chest out and stood tall. Her profile accented the long line of her neck, curve of her beautiful breasts, straight back, toned ass and fit legs. Gail extended her left arm to a position parallel with her shoulders and pointed her hand towards him.
In a move that had taken her hundreds of hours to perfect, she positioned her back-right foot flat and at an angle to her left toe. Her left toe was extended at a perfect forty-five-degree angle outward from the rail and barely touched the floor. Then with the fanfare of a prima-ballerina she gracefully lifted and pointed her left toe forward to rail level, paused for a three count, then swung it to the side perpendicular to the rail, towards him.
"That was awesome," he said with respect.
Then he teased, "Especially the part where you pushed your tits up and turned your pussy towards me."
"Why thank you Sir, but you can't see my pussy." She mockingly replied with a giggle.
"Wrong," He said with a proverbial, big shit eating grin.
Gail immediately dropped her pose, turned to the mirror and examined herself.
"Oh My God!" She gasped.
Back in her dorm room she had dressed quickly by pulling on a pair of grey leggings over a pair of thong panties. With the visual evidence confronting her in the mirror she realized that her thong had worked its way into her folds and created the classic look that every boy looked for.
She quickly pushed her leggings below her crotch and gave her butt a little wiggle for Brian. Then with fingers from both hands she expertly hooked her thong and performed a maneuver that all girls who wore thong underwear knew well.
"In less time than it took for Brian to say, "Fuck me and my big mouth." Gail had repositioned her thong, pulled up her leggings and successfully erased the camel toe.
Gail felt and saw in her reflection the warm red glow of a blush spreading from the vee of her breasts to her neck and then up to her cheeks and face. She wasn't embarrassed by exposing herself to Brian. He was already intimately familiar with her body. It was that the smirky bastard had got one up on her.
"Gotcha, didn't I?' Brian said in a tone that Gail thought was much to celebratory and obnoxious
Gail performed a few more ballet moves at the rail while she pondered her revenge. Like all seasoned ballet dancers, she knew the moves and poses that would automatically make his dick hard.
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Jason was a twenty-three-year-old junior whose entire world was college football. He was a non-scholarship, wide receiver who was third on the depth chart. His coach had put a good word in for him and he landed a highly coveted janitorial position at the University's Athletic Activities Center. Coveted because it paid a real wage. It was ten dollars an hour over the state minimum wage.
As a student athlete he assumed that he had gotten preferential hiring treatment, but his supervisor treated him like any of the other part-time student employees. His hours were posted around his class and team schedules. Once every two weeks he'd get his work schedule and if he wanted to change it, it was his responsibility to find someone to swap shifts with him. For Jason, calling in sick was impossible, because his coaches knew the status of his health better than he did. He took pride in never having missed a shift.
Jason's major field of study was sports broadcasting with a minor in journalism. He knew that a career ending injury could happen in a heartbeat. To protect his future, he chose a major that would keep him in the industry he loved.
Jason was cleaning Video Lab One when he noticed the light flicker through the open control room door. He walked from Lab One into the control room and closed the door behind him.
Jason watched as the boy followed the girl into the room. Jason smiled as he quickly put on the headsets and flipped up the Lab #2 audio switch.
He heard the boy say, "Kill the bright lights."
Jason picked up a Digital Audio Tape cassette from the recycled DAT bin and inserted it into the Lab Two DAT recorder. He pressed the record button and flipped up the switches on all three video feeds.
The girl killed the room lighting and turned on the spots.
Jason couldn't believe his luck. The students didn't have a clue that the room was wired for sound and video or that the wall was a one-way mirror.
He carefully checked her out. She was pretty, and definitely had the body of a dancer. Her boobs were a little fuller than average, but she had a dancer's hips and ass. In the grey leggings he could see that her calves and thighs were all about strength. And the cleanly defined camel toe gave him cause to imagine that she was clean shaven.
The girl's boyfriend was slightly shorter than her. He looked fit in a clean fitting polo shirt and cargo shorts. Jason imagined that the boyfriend probably played racquet ball or tennis because while his calves were muscular his arms and thighs were not.
Jason thought that the couple looked good together.
He looked at his watch and noted the time. He knew if he continued to watch he would not finish his work before he had to clock out. He gave himself five more minutes before he'd have to leave. He would come back later and pick up the DAT.
He watched as the girl ran into the center spot light and executed a well-practiced ballet move. He listened to them talk and chuckled to himself as she pulled down her leggings and panties. Even though she was back lit, he could see clearly that his earlier assumption that she was clean shaven was correct.
Jason felt a stirring in his crotch, which always meant that an erection was on its way. He quietly murmured under his breath, "Please, video gods, let them have sex."
To Jason it was obvious these two students were into each other. However, her boyfriend couldn't see her face, but Jason could. The girl looked like she wasn't going to put up with his trash talk much longer.
Jason reluctantly got up with a smile on his face and went back to his duties.
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