From Russia With Lust, part 2: The Ballet School

Written by Centaur

Introduction - When we last left Connie and Olga, after the party at which Connie, under the influence of a powerful behavior-altering drug, had taken her twelve-year-old daughter's virginity with a vibrating strap-on, they had been talking in Connie's hair salon. Olga is putting a business proposition to Connie: "I have been thinking about business to teach ballet to a group of girls - say age six to ten. That is best age for learning ballet," and the age of the girls Victor wants in new series of sex videos with their parents Olga thought to herself. Reading Part 1 will increase your understanding (and hopefully your enjoyment) of Part 2, presented below.



Chapter 1

When we last left Connie and Olga, after the party at which Connie, under the influence of a powerful behavior-altering and memory blocking drug, had taken her twelve-year-old daughter's virginity with a vibrating strap-on, they had been talking in Connie's hair salon.

Connie was surprised when she saw Olga walk into her hair salon. She hadn't seen her since the Friday night dinner party, although she had happily let her daughter Jessie attend the following Saturday night party, and the cute blond pre-teen was attending another one tomorrow night. Olga's daughter Leah and Jessie had become such good friends; it made Connie feel wonderful to see her little girl so happy. For some reason Olga often came into her thoughts, faint flashes of her eyes, close and large, her lips, her long fingers. It was very strange Connie thought.

"Good morning Connie, I hope not be interrupting you at your work," Olga said speaking in her distinctive European accent while giving Connie a big hug. Olga felt a tingle in her pussy when she hugged the tall blond and she pressed her tits firmly into Connie's large, soft breasts. "There were two things I wanted to talk to you about." Olga sat down in a chair and crossed her legs under her full skirt.

"No, you're not interrupting anything Olga, I'm free for about an hour, an appointment cancelled this morning. So what brings you into town so early on a Friday morning?" Connie asked sitting down across from Olga.

"Well first of all I wondered if I could impose on you to come help me tomorrow night with Leah's party. There are going to be a number of her school chums there and is going to be swim party and I do not feel I can watch everyone both in house and at pool - and to tell truth, Sergey gets distracted by all the girls in bathing clothes." Olga gave Connie a "what can you do with men" eye roll and a shoulder shrug. Connie laughed and shook her head in sympathy.

"I'd be happy to help Olga, you've been so nice to Jessie and me, it's the least I can do - we'll keep Sergey in the house so all the little girls won't bother him," she added with a giggle. But you said two things, what's the other?"

"This is more of a business proposition Connie. I remember you saying you own this building, and top floor also," Olga pointed up at the ceiling of the hair salon, "used to be dance academy."

"That's right, the dance studio moved out just before I bought the building and it's been empty every since. I've tried to rent it out but it would cost a lot to tear out the hardwood floor and mirrors and everything, I'd probably never get my money back in rent."

"Well, what if I rent top floor to use as dance academy? You know I was in ballet in both Ukraine and Russia, I dance for almost ten years until my breast grows too large." Olga reached down and took both large tits in her hands, squeezing them as if to illustrate their size. "I have been thinking about business to teach ballet to a group of girls - say age six to ten. That is best age for learning ballet," and the age of the girls Victor wants in new series of sex videos with their parents Olga thought to herself.

Connie had felt a little strange when Olga had taken her large breasts in her hands and squeezed them, she wasn't used to women being so demonstrative with their own bodies in front of her, it must be some sort of European thing she thought. "Well, of course, I'd love to have you in the building with me, maybe Jessie and Leah could even help you. You know little girls that age can be a real handful," Connie laughed. "It might even be good for my business, I could do the mothers while the girls are dancing."

You have no idea what sort of handful they can be when they're naked and your hand is shoved between their cute little legs, Olga thought smugly, but you'll find out. And you'll be "doing" the mothers all right, with that pretty mouth of yours between their legs, and your daughter's cute little mouth will be there too.

Connie found the key and they walked out the side door and up the outside staircase to the top floor. Connie unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting Olga walk in front of her.

"Whew, it's dusty in here, and it sure could use a good airing out as well as a cleaning. I haven't been up here for sometime, I guess since I stopped trying to rent it last year," Connie said, looking around the very large mostly empty room.

Both walls were mirrored with Mylar mirrors and there were 8 foot wall-mounted adjustable Ballet Barres on each side. Over in one corner was a stack of various sized Pilates mats and next to them a one-foot square shallow wooden rosin box that was still filled with white powder. A door on the back wall was open and Olga could see a small shower, sink and toilet in a tiled bathroom. The floor was highly polished tongue and grove oak and even with the dust she could see it was a high quality dance floor.

"This is really quite perfect Connie. A little cleaning and some music equipment and this is ready to be first-class Dance Academy. For beginners it is most important to teach posture, placement and movement, this will do nicely for that teaching. If I find some girls with talent we can move into demi and grand plies." Olga felt a tug at her heart, she had spent her entire youth in places like this, and just maybe she would find a young girl with talent, maybe she could really teach dance. Well enough of that she thought, first we'll make money then I'll think about dancing. For now it's only an excuse to get their clothes off and their naked little pussies on video. Viktor had been quite insistent that they film "family" activities that included the mother and father as well as the children. The market for that type of video was huge.

"So Connie, if I were to start Dance Academy in your building you would be willing to help me find customers? Ones with right age children - and I would want to interview parents - I want to be sure they have commitment to child for dance," Olga said. I also want to be sure that they are attractive enough to be in our videos along with their children.

"Oh Olga, I'd be happy to help. I can think of three or four of my clients that would be perfect, I know they have the right age children and are very interested in having them exposed to the type of teaching you can give them," Connie also knew that the mothers would be lining up to use her shop if it helped get their daughters into a very prestigious Dance Academy in their small town, one run by a real Russian Ballerina. "I think you need to keep the number of your students small in the beginning, it would be easier and make the school more desirable to the parents if it's hard to get their kids enrolled."

"You are most correct Connie, three or four sets of parents and maybe five students at most. It is very important that the children get enough attention. Too many and all suffer," Olga said. She walked over to one of the bars and smoothly lifted one foot up to place it on the top of the bar, her leg fully extended. It was done so gracefully Connie was impressed, she would have to work on that for sometime to get her leg so high, and Olga just did it so easily. Connie was a bit unsettled though since Olga was wearing a full skirt and now she could look right up her skirt and see her panties. It made a forgotten memory tug at her mind it was embarrassing. but somehow it seemed familiar, a feeling of dŽjˆ vu swept over her at the sight of the woman's panties.

"That feels good, I tell you Connie, I need this as much as the girls. I miss my days at Academy, all the girls, working and laughing, it was much fun even if Master worked us hard and screamed at us if we did not perform to his standards. It will be good for Leah and Jessica as well - you might even like to participate in the exercise part of the class," Olga said pointing to the mats piled in the corner. "I think you look good in white camisole leotard, one with scoop neck to show off your large breast cleavage," giving Connie an intense looking over as she brought her leg smoothly back down to the floor.

"Ohh I don't know Olga, I need to get in shape first, lose about ten pounds and firm up my butt," she was flattered and somehow slightly faintly aroused about Olga looking her over so closely and commenting on her cleavage.

"You Americans and losing weight, if you went to Ukraine men would be lining up around corner for chance to fuck you - ohh, that was wrong to say, please to forgive me, sometimes I am too forward and my English is so bad. But I think you are very attractive and sexy just as you are." Olga thought it wouldn't hurt to get Connie thinking about being sexy when she considered the couples she was going to recommend - plus she'd like to get the big blond to the place where she'd fuck without the drug.

"You know Olga, I have a client at three o'clock that might just work fine. She's sort of young, she's only twenty-two and married to a much older man, I think Bob is close to forty-five. He has an eight-year-old daughter from his first marriage and his ex-wife lives in town. The new wife, Heather, is always trying to do something special for the little girl, Laura, to get her to like her. I'll bet if she enrolled her in your ballet program the little girl would be delighted with Heather. Her husband Bob Marker owns that BWM dealership down on Grant Street."

"Oh yes, I have seen it. Sergey lusts over BMWs all the time but I tell him no German cars for us, not given way German's treated my family in war. I think he slips down there whenever he comes to downtown alone."

"If she's interested would you want to meet her? I'm sure I can set it up - assuming you want to rent the space." Connie added, remembering this was supposed to be a business deal, not a favor.

"Let us go downstairs to your office and discuss this deal. I would want floor cleaned as well as bathroom, but I am certain we can come to a deal with rent if you let me pay you every month without a lease until we see it works for students," Olga said reaching out and sliding her arm through Connie's and leading her to the door.

"Well if you're certain you want it I'll go with a really low rent, say a five hundred a month for the first three months to see how it goes, you pay your own utilities - and I'll bring in the cleaning people who do my shop and get this place all clean and polished," Connie said, standing by the open door with her hand extended for a shake.

"You have a deal, but let us seal it Odessa style," Olga said stepping up to Connie and ignoring her outstretched hand, she put her hand on the back of the blonde's neck and kissed the surprised woman lightly on the lips, the tip of her tongue running lightly over Connie's full lower lip.

"Oh, my, well I guess we have a deal then," Connie said in a surprised voice. Olga's kiss really made her knees feel weak, her bottom lip felt like it had been burned where Olga's tongue had touched it - why in the world would a simple kiss have that kind of effect? She had never been attracted to a woman before, but there was just something that drew her towards Olga she couldn't put her finger on; a brief image of a large, white breast with a small dark nipple flashed through her mind for a half of a second. ......(cont)

.......Read the entire From Russia With Lust, part 2: The Ballet School ....written by Centaur.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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