This is a true tale. Imagine you are minding your own business at a big city dance studio when this dancer walks up to you and orders you to come with them. Just think of what it might be like to have sex with her, a well trained, well toned dancer, with a beautiful stranger...
I was working at Boston Ballet at the time, a young man in his early 20s, out of work for a while when this short term job came up through an agency. I thought it would be cool to work for a Ballet Company, and was glad to have the money, even though it didn't pay that well.
I would show up every day, check out the dancers, watch the ballerinas breaking in toe shoes, warming up, stretching out. It was amazing to see how dedicated they were to their art. So sensuous, so flexible, and so feminine. I liked seeing them walk around. Most were too young for me, but a few older ones looked stunning, and I would have loved to get them into bed. I could barely imagine how flexible they might be and what they could do sexually, but I was glad to consider it. Not much chance of that, I was just a temp, and their dedication to dance and their discipline was like a wall between us.
It was interesting to see the dynamics of the ballet company. There would be these men, stage door types, occasionally coming around to check out the ballerinas. More common was the older gay guys trying to catch the eye of a male dancer, or coming to pick up their boyfriend.
Boston Ballet is located in the South End - at that time, an upcoming, but still seedy and marginal neighborhood. Just a few blocks away were tenements and an odd assortment of residents, from the chinese spilling over from Chinatown, to blacks, some whites, and latinos all mixed together.
I was fit, thin, flexible, and in good shape, good looking enough so finding a lover wasn't too much trouble, when I was between relationships. I was having fun and enjoying my young life. I rode a bike or walked a lot, living a kind of hippie lifestyle, playing rock & roll on my 1961 Les Paul Custom guitar, just enjoying life and having fun.
I would walk down Clarendon Street to the Ballet Company, and do the mundane stuff they needed done. Mostly it was filing ticket orders for the big shows. The Nutcracker was coming for the holidays, and the entire company was working very hard to get the show ready. I would file ticket orders, or do whatever they needed done. The work was boring, but the environment was very cool.
Checking out the dancers was great - what amazing bodies, and so flexible. I never seriously thought of making a pass at a dancer. They didn't see me as a potential partner anyway. All day long, day after day, they played Tchaikovsky. I still love the celeste piece - the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies. The Nutcracker is such a great piece of music that I can still listen to it today, which is a tribute to the composer. I can't say the same for Bruce Springsteen or most others, but Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue - I could listen to that every day, especially the Gershwin Plays Gershwin recording.
One morning, one of the guys I was working with went off to do something - office work I think it was, and I went about my business. He came by later, sat down next to me and talked. He leaned forward as he spoke and seemed upset. He told me that a woman had ordered him to go with her into a room, and wanted him to fuck her, but he couldn't.
I didn't really understand why, or what had gone on, because he didn't explain it that well. He did say that she was a real hard ass with him, and he had trouble dealing with her. I kind of shrugged it off, and went back to filing ticket orders.
A bit later I was minding my own business when this woman in a black leotard, black leg warmers and a sheer black gauzy skirt walked up to me and stood right next to me. I always ignored the dancers, it was the right thing to do. I didn't really notice her until she talked to me, in this very imperious tone. "Come with me!" she commanded.
