Emi's first professional dance job was with a touring J-Pop star. We'll call her M. M was in her early 30s, at the peak of her career, enjoying national popularity, and Emi, with three other young dancers, was 19 and at the beginning of their careers at the time.
Rehearsals went well, with M present for only the last few. Emi was a little star struck in M's presence, and warmed to her when M singled her out for praise.
The tour started in Tokyo, with sellout shows and after-show parties that Emi and the other girls enjoyed immensely. After one party Emi's phone buzzed as she was getting back to her room. It was M asking her to come to her room for a costume fitting.
Now, Emi had heard the rumors about M's divorce because of her lust for girls, and a little conversation in her head considered the possibility that M was interested in Emi. This intrigued her greatly. Emi had had a little fling with her room-mate at college. The two of them would often end up sharing the one bed, and kissing and touching would be their main activity. Since then Emi had always had one eye on any cute girls at her dance school and elsewhere.
Emi reached M's room around midnight and knocked lightly. M opened the door wearing a very light and sheer gown that showed her slim and slight build clearly, and ushered Emi in.
"Thank you for coming Emi chan, sorry it's late. Would you like to try on some new costumes I've got here?" M's voice was soft, her eyes glinted with a little cheeky sparkle, and she was sipping on a cocktail.
"Of course," Emi replied, a little nervous but also excited at being so close and alone with M.
M held up a very skimpy set of short shorts and short halter top.
"Start with this one?" M indicated a screen that Emi could go behind and change.
Emi, emboldened by the few dinks she had at the party, started getting undressed where she was, stripping down to her underwear and bra. She turned away from M to unfasten the bra, and quickly slipped on the halter top. It stopped at just under her small breasts, and the short shorts basically just covered her underwear.
She turned and faced M, who was sitting on the edge of the large sofa, with a slightly cheeky half smile.
"How does it feel, Emi chan?"
"Very sexy," said Emi, taking a huge chance.
M stood up, walked slowly to Emi, and circling her, looked her up and down, ostensibly checking the costume.
"I suppose you've heard the rumors about me. That I like girls", M whispered as she passed Emi's ear.