Ballet Club Ch 01

I am a gym teacher at the local high school, and also the coach of the ballet club. This year the club consists of eight seniors, four smallish white boys and four white girls, one of whom is my daughter. I had made her join the club against her will, and she didn't like the other girls in the club. My girl takes after my somewhat diminutive husband in her stature, but after me in stubbornness. I am much more full figured than it looks like my daughter will ever be. But she is happy with her body, as I am, so that's good.

This year's big production was a good versus evil piece. The girls and boys played angels testing the boundaries of heaven. One scene of temptation called for four large black devils to tempt the female angels out of heaven.

I asked the boys' varsity football coach if he could get me four muscular volunteers, although I didn't think he could. I told him they had to be 18, like all the members of the club, for insurance reasons.

Well, I was surprised the next day at rehearsals when four huge black boys, or men I guess, were ready and waiting for us. I thanked them for coming, and one of the boys said something I wasn't too happy with. "We couldn't pass up a chance to get hold of these good looking girls, even if it is on stage!" Well, I wasn't happy with their motives but I needed their help. I'd just have to keep my eyes on them I guess.

I marched them up on stage and kind of walked them through what they would be doing. The boys and girls in the club, all in stretch leotards, stood to the side on the stage. "Wow," I thought to myself, "standing next to the boys in their ballet outfits, the football players looked huge." I thought though that the contrast would only help with the idea of the piece. After the walk-through, I took the football players to a room on the side of the stage and showed them their costumes, which consisted only of a dark red kilt-like piece they were to wear around their waists. "This little thing?!" one guy asked as he held it up to his waistline. On the ballet boys, the kilt went down to their knees, but on the football players they looked like mini-skirts. "Well, they'll have to do for now boys. Sorry about that," I told them. "Well, Ok" they grumbled, and started getting undressed, right in front of me!

"Why don't you wait until I leave, fellas?" I asked as I watched several incredibly muscular chests being unveiled in front of me. I had to pause and admire these boys, but then shook from the effect of the brief sight and left them.

"OK girls, line up for the 'Dance with the Devils' scene!" I instructed. "Boys (talking to the little white boys) stand in as the devils so our new members can see what the scene looks like."

The football players came out from the changing room and, my god, it looked like they were naked. The kilts hid little of them, and the rest was shining black muscle. Again I stood in s kind of hypnotic state for a minute. I just don't see muscles like that very often I guess. "You fellows stand and watch what the dance should look like, then you can try it, OK? Alright club, lets show our devils how to dance"

The white boys put the girls through the motions, which consisted of the boys standing behind the girls in a kind of swaying motion, with occasional lifts and other simple moves, and ended with the girls facing the boys while on their knees, and at that point the boy angels are supposed to come in and save the girl angels. After the run through, I asked the football players if they were set and they quickly moved to their places, one behind each girl. "Alright, let's dance with the devils" I shouted and the dancers began their gyrations on the stage.

It was strange. Although the girls had done this routine dozens of times, they started making little mistakes and quirky movements about midway through the dance. "Stop, stop!" I ordered. "C'mon, let's do this right. Guys, you were doing great. Girls, get a grip, you know how to do this. Let's try it again." And the dance started. Again things started out fine, but soon the girls were moving funny, and they started making little noises which the scene didn't call for. "OK, stop. What's going on?" I asked. "Mom, it's their kilts. It's not the same as with our guys." she said.

"I know it's not the same but we're just going to have to deal with it for now, so let's get this right, OK?" "But mom," she insisted, " they're so much bigger. Can't they..."

"They can dance, and so can you!" I cut her off. "So let's do it, now!" I was getting upset with them because I knew they knew this dance cold. "Yeah, you heard her, let's do it, now." chimed in her partner. She looked back at him with a mean smirk. "Be nice to him young lady!" I snapped. "Yeah, be nice to me." he repeated. My daughter gave a resigned sigh and took her place in front of her partner, as did the other dancers. "OK, now lets do this."

Once again they began to dance. Once again the girls began to squirm and and jerk, but I was determined to let this go to the end. At the end, the girls kneel in front of the devils as if waiting to be taken away, with the devils' backs to the audience so the audience could see the faces of the troubled, tempted angels. Then the boy angels come on stage and save the girls from temptation. The dance was coming to an end and some of the girls were again making strange noises, but I let it go. Finally, they came to a stop and knelt in front of their partners. They were lined up wrong though, so you couldn't see their faces, because each girl was directly in front of her partner.

All four black boys put their hands on the girls' heads, which wasn't called for. If not for the distance between the girls' heads and the boys' crotches, it kind of looked like the girls were giving the boys oral sex. However, the girls were each at least a foot away and of course the boys had some clothes on. Still the erotic sight caught me off guard. Sitting several rows back in the theater, I gave myself a little rub. God, I was excited!

Finally, though, I came out of my reverie. "OK, where are the boy angels?" I called. The white boys were just standing to the side of the stage, watching. Maybe they were turned on too, I thought. "Boys, c'mon!"

They white boy angels jumped as if startled, then each rushed to his angel and took an arm. What the hell are they doing? I thought to myself. The girls wouldn't budge and the black "devils" weren't letting go. Each white boy pulled harder and finally one by one the girls moved back. OK, there was the face I was supposed to see earlier, four troubled, tempted faces. At least they got that right.

"Alright, lets do that again. A little less noise this time please!"

The dance started again. This time there was less jumping and jerking, but still noise. Still I let it go to the end again. Once again the girls lined up wrong so I couldn't see their faces. Once again the devils held the girls' heads in their hands. "Were they thrusting?" I thought to myself. It seemed like the black devils were each slowly moving their hips back and forth. It had to be my imagination. Still, it gave me pause to give myself another rub. Man this dance was getting to me. I knew the girls were safe, even if I couldn't see their faces, because the were kneeling back, again about a foot away from their partners. I couldn't help myself from enjoying the erotic sight though, and waited a minute before cueing the boy angels on stage. This time, not only did the girls not budge, but in addition to holding the girls heads, each devil held off his opposing boy angel with a huge black arm. This I thought was an excellent ad lib and fit perfectly with the idea of the piece. I let it go for a while, then yelled up, "OK devils, time to succumb to your angels!"

"Yeah, OK," yelled on of the devils, "I'm gonna sssssucummbbb" he shouted. "Me toooo!" yelled another, then another. I'm ssuucccummbbing!" finally yelled the last. Slowly each boy angel, who had been released by the devils, lifted his angel up. These faces were more glassy-eyed and pouty than troubled, but I'd deal with fine tuning the performance later.

"OK, lets take 10 minutes and run through it again." I shouted. "Alright!" replied a devil. I was happy to see they were so cooperative. My angels just stood there, the boys wide mouthed and the girls, well, different. I didn't know what their problem was but I hoped a 10 minute rest would get them ready.