Chastity Conrad stood backstage, looking at herself in the mirror to make sure that everything was perfect from her make up to her hair to her outfit. She was used to dancing, just not this particular type of dancing. For years she had been in ballet, a Prima Ballerina, but she had left that all behind her when she fled from the city two years ago. Leaving behind her job, her lessons, friends, and family; trying to escape from her darkest secret, her most wicked and taboo obsession.
One last time she checked her outfit, straightening the tie over her white snapped button up shirt, down to her black and red pleated short mini skirt, the garters that held up her white stockings, and the clasps on her six inch heels. She had really wanted the ballerina shoes that she had seen, but they had been to much money that she couldn't afford. One day she hoped to be able to go out and dance ballet for the patrons, something that would be different from the normal. Of course she would still have to strip, but it would be a treat. Looking back at herself in the mirror, she squinted her eyes to look closely at her chest, she smiled as her nipples didn’t show through the shirt, but were still raised up slightly do the cupless bra, couldn’t have them see everything when she walked out. Turning around, she looked at her ass in the mirror and smoothed the skirt down slightly to cover the exposed skin of her ass, the white lace thong barely covering anything. She was used to the skin tight leotards that she used to wear, but that still concealed her body from view even while accenting it. This… this she would strip from in front of others and show her body off. The most daring thing that she had ever done.
For hours she had practiced on the poll that she had in her apartment, using it even before the idea to strip had come into play. It helped her with some of her more difficult ballet routines and was a great tool that helped to keep her in shape when she danced. When the stage manager came to get her, she took a deep breath and walked out the door. Moving onto a stage that was on the side so that she wouldn't disturb the main act that was going on. She watched as the beautiful woman, no succubus as they had called her, worked and knew that she was no match, however that was fine with her. This way at least she could dance and not a whole lot of people would be watching for her first time ever on such a scandalous stage. She tilted her head to look outwards and noticed that she was the closest to the elevator. A god send should anything happen. God sent, what a ironic notion.
The stage was dark when she first walked out, but she could see people looking on and waiting for a show. When the DJ turned the music on around her area, the song that played was It’s Your Duty. She wanted to laugh with mirth, but kept her face in the forum of an innocent school girl seductress as her outfit implied. When the lyrics started to come out, she walked forward and into the light, one leg perfectly in front of the other, her hips swaying with an extra swing. When she got to the pole, she grabbed hold of it and went down, still hiding all of her assets as she looked out from behind it and started to move her legs first inwards and then out multiple times before she stood back up and walked around it. One hand was above her head, the other trailing down over her breasts and down her stomach, moving her hips forward in a teasing manner before she turned around and bent over, both hands now on the pull as her ass was bared to the crowd when the skirt rode up. Shaking it in a teasing manner from side to side, before she threw her body forward and up in the air to wrap around the poll, so that her feet were now off the floor and above her head. Snaking one leg around the poll, she let herself slide down, until she could have one on the floor, doing the splits.
She felt exalted, the feel of dancing and of the crowd watching. She moved her body like she was making love to the song and to everyone watching, taking the risk. Walking forward from the poll, she stood in front of the crowd and ripped her shirt open, her breasts bare and nipples showing above the open cupped bra. Taking off the shirt, she threw it out to the side, and ran her hands up from her thighs, raising up her skirt to tease before it dropped back down as her hands went higher caressing her hour glass waist and up to her breasts. It was thrilling to dance like this, so much more sexual as she bared herself before the crowd, telling the seductive secrets of her body without needing to act out the story as she did in ballet.
One last time she checked her outfit, straightening the tie over her white snapped button up shirt, down to her black and red pleated short mini skirt, the garters that held up her white stockings, and the clasps on her six inch heels. She had really wanted the ballerina shoes that she had seen, but they had been to much money that she couldn't afford. One day she hoped to be able to go out and dance ballet for the patrons, something that would be different from the normal. Of course she would still have to strip, but it would be a treat. Looking back at herself in the mirror, she squinted her eyes to look closely at her chest, she smiled as her nipples didn’t show through the shirt, but were still raised up slightly do the cupless bra, couldn’t have them see everything when she walked out. Turning around, she looked at her ass in the mirror and smoothed the skirt down slightly to cover the exposed skin of her ass, the white lace thong barely covering anything. She was used to the skin tight leotards that she used to wear, but that still concealed her body from view even while accenting it. This… this she would strip from in front of others and show her body off. The most daring thing that she had ever done.
For hours she had practiced on the poll that she had in her apartment, using it even before the idea to strip had come into play. It helped her with some of her more difficult ballet routines and was a great tool that helped to keep her in shape when she danced. When the stage manager came to get her, she took a deep breath and walked out the door. Moving onto a stage that was on the side so that she wouldn't disturb the main act that was going on. She watched as the beautiful woman, no succubus as they had called her, worked and knew that she was no match, however that was fine with her. This way at least she could dance and not a whole lot of people would be watching for her first time ever on such a scandalous stage. She tilted her head to look outwards and noticed that she was the closest to the elevator. A god send should anything happen. God sent, what a ironic notion.
The stage was dark when she first walked out, but she could see people looking on and waiting for a show. When the DJ turned the music on around her area, the song that played was It’s Your Duty. She wanted to laugh with mirth, but kept her face in the forum of an innocent school girl seductress as her outfit implied. When the lyrics started to come out, she walked forward and into the light, one leg perfectly in front of the other, her hips swaying with an extra swing. When she got to the pole, she grabbed hold of it and went down, still hiding all of her assets as she looked out from behind it and started to move her legs first inwards and then out multiple times before she stood back up and walked around it. One hand was above her head, the other trailing down over her breasts and down her stomach, moving her hips forward in a teasing manner before she turned around and bent over, both hands now on the pull as her ass was bared to the crowd when the skirt rode up. Shaking it in a teasing manner from side to side, before she threw her body forward and up in the air to wrap around the poll, so that her feet were now off the floor and above her head. Snaking one leg around the poll, she let herself slide down, until she could have one on the floor, doing the splits.
She felt exalted, the feel of dancing and of the crowd watching. She moved her body like she was making love to the song and to everyone watching, taking the risk. Walking forward from the poll, she stood in front of the crowd and ripped her shirt open, her breasts bare and nipples showing above the open cupped bra. Taking off the shirt, she threw it out to the side, and ran her hands up from her thighs, raising up her skirt to tease before it dropped back down as her hands went higher caressing her hour glass waist and up to her breasts. It was thrilling to dance like this, so much more sexual as she bared herself before the crowd, telling the seductive secrets of her body without needing to act out the story as she did in ballet.