“Find the Golden Boy,” as it had since she had arrived at the school. She grabbed the coat and ran to the far door. A few steps of trying to run in her clumsy shoes had her en pointe and flying across the studio.
Opening the door slowly, she peered down the hallway. Light poured from a doorway down the hall. She crept toward the light as carefully and quietly as she could in her shoes.
“Hey, babe! I’ve been waiting for you!” He swung from the top of the doorframe, hanging by his fingers. He was naked to the waist. Light blasted from the room behind him. His hair fell around his face in golden ringlets and the light made them glow. He was beautiful. The Golden Boy, she thought.
Tufts of hair stuck out under his arms. His face and chest were covered with disgusting wetness. He stank of something she didn’t recognize.
“I thought you’d be here ages ago.” He backed off so she could enter. He quickly shut and locked the door. “Keeps the girls out. We don’t want them to come in here while we’re busy.” He reached for a square bottle of clear liquid that sat on a wooden bench. He gulped it greedily and spilled some down his face.
“Sorry, babe. I started the party early.” He laughed and shoved the bottle toward her. “Vodka. That’s what you Russians like, isn’t it?” She recoiled. “OK, if you don’t drink, we can smoke dope. Drop some acid. Do X. I got a whole pharmacy.” He waved at a bank of tall metal boxes.
She looked around quickly, hoping to find a way out. Lots of the metal boxes ringed the room. There was a small dance studio with a long pole like Madame used in her class. The wall next to it was covered with mirrors. Another area held large metal wheels with a pole in between them. The pole rested on a rack over a bench. Smaller circles with rods between sat in pairs around the room.
“That’s my gym. One of the perks of being the best danseur in the school. My own pad, and my own studio and gym. I lift those babies. You didn’t think I got these doing ballet, did you?” He pointed to his bare chest, making the muscles across it jump up and down. “Massive, huh?” He turned around and showed her his back. The muscles fanned upward from his waist like a V. He was disgusting. Her face screwed up in revulsion.
“Wait, babe. Look at this.” He lay down on the bench under the stand holding the heavy wheels on the bar. Taking a deep breath, he hoisted the bar off its stand and held it in the air. He held it until moisture burst from his forehead and chest. Then he slowly lowered the bar until it almost touched his chest. After that, he raised it in the air again, arms and body shaking and water dropping all over the floor. He put the wheels and bar back on their stand and sat up.
“What do you think of that? I can press 250 and I’m only seventeen. Can you imagine what I’ll look like when I’m twenty?” He put his arms over his head and flexed his biceps. “See? I’m not just a pencil-necked dancer.” He looked at her in a way she didn’t like, eyes traveling up and down. “It’s not all from steroids, either—I won’t have any trouble doing you. Don’t worry.”
Her eyes widened at his tone and she stepped back, about to run for the door.
“Wait a minute, baby. Madeleine says she wants me to teach you what you need to know. I thought you’d already know everything, like the other Russian babes. But you don’t, do you? Are you a virgin?”
He looked like he might devour her. She turned toward the door.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be nice. You’ll love it.”
She ran for the door. He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her toward the center of the room.
“No, babe. You don’t get it. It’s you and me time. You don’t leave until you do everything I tell you to do. Everything. Madame M will want a full report. Do you understand?” He held her to his stinking, wet body.
Something was pushing against her belly. She looked down.
“Yeah. The
Opening the door slowly, she peered down the hallway. Light poured from a doorway down the hall. She crept toward the light as carefully and quietly as she could in her shoes.
“Hey, babe! I’ve been waiting for you!” He swung from the top of the doorframe, hanging by his fingers. He was naked to the waist. Light blasted from the room behind him. His hair fell around his face in golden ringlets and the light made them glow. He was beautiful. The Golden Boy, she thought.
Tufts of hair stuck out under his arms. His face and chest were covered with disgusting wetness. He stank of something she didn’t recognize.
“I thought you’d be here ages ago.” He backed off so she could enter. He quickly shut and locked the door. “Keeps the girls out. We don’t want them to come in here while we’re busy.” He reached for a square bottle of clear liquid that sat on a wooden bench. He gulped it greedily and spilled some down his face.
“Sorry, babe. I started the party early.” He laughed and shoved the bottle toward her. “Vodka. That’s what you Russians like, isn’t it?” She recoiled. “OK, if you don’t drink, we can smoke dope. Drop some acid. Do X. I got a whole pharmacy.” He waved at a bank of tall metal boxes.
She looked around quickly, hoping to find a way out. Lots of the metal boxes ringed the room. There was a small dance studio with a long pole like Madame used in her class. The wall next to it was covered with mirrors. Another area held large metal wheels with a pole in between them. The pole rested on a rack over a bench. Smaller circles with rods between sat in pairs around the room.
“That’s my gym. One of the perks of being the best danseur in the school. My own pad, and my own studio and gym. I lift those babies. You didn’t think I got these doing ballet, did you?” He pointed to his bare chest, making the muscles across it jump up and down. “Massive, huh?” He turned around and showed her his back. The muscles fanned upward from his waist like a V. He was disgusting. Her face screwed up in revulsion.
“Wait, babe. Look at this.” He lay down on the bench under the stand holding the heavy wheels on the bar. Taking a deep breath, he hoisted the bar off its stand and held it in the air. He held it until moisture burst from his forehead and chest. Then he slowly lowered the bar until it almost touched his chest. After that, he raised it in the air again, arms and body shaking and water dropping all over the floor. He put the wheels and bar back on their stand and sat up.
“What do you think of that? I can press 250 and I’m only seventeen. Can you imagine what I’ll look like when I’m twenty?” He put his arms over his head and flexed his biceps. “See? I’m not just a pencil-necked dancer.” He looked at her in a way she didn’t like, eyes traveling up and down. “It’s not all from steroids, either—I won’t have any trouble doing you. Don’t worry.”
Her eyes widened at his tone and she stepped back, about to run for the door.
“Wait a minute, baby. Madeleine says she wants me to teach you what you need to know. I thought you’d already know everything, like the other Russian babes. But you don’t, do you? Are you a virgin?”
He looked like he might devour her. She turned toward the door.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be nice. You’ll love it.”
She ran for the door. He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her toward the center of the room.
“No, babe. You don’t get it. It’s you and me time. You don’t leave until you do everything I tell you to do. Everything. Madame M will want a full report. Do you understand?” He held her to his stinking, wet body.
Something was pushing against her belly. She looked down.
“Yeah. The
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