The voice was female, soft and sensuous. As she breathed the words out with a husky voice I wanted to turn quickly and see the speaker, but nerves got...the better of me, as of course they would. Eventually though I just had to, and after several agonising seconds I turned slowly to my left, looked in the direction of the voice and saw her in the open doorway. She was an ash-blonde; the robe she wore clung tightly to an exquisite figure that radiated sexuality with every step as she walked. "Young man, you are the clumsiest person I have ever seen, when it comes to dancing. Your bow is only marginally acceptable. If I had had you a couple months ago, I could have gotten you up to a more acceptable level of competence. Still, at least you know the steps, now," the countess said sourly.John was in 'day two' of learning finer court etiquette. There were several musicians present, playing the most popular dance music which the countess was trying to teach John."I am sorry. Dancing was. I got up and, facing him, struggled by, bending down his way, dipping my front down to droop open a bit, just teasing him with a look down my front, then, in the aisle, close to him, stretching up, putting my hoodie in the overhead, then, squeezing by him again, this time facing the other way with my butt right in his face as I skootched by. When I sat down in my seat, I had pulled up my dress some so when I did bend toward him, the front of my dress would fall open. I was going to have fun. Even he, did not seem, or want to stop, and continued sucking on her as the crowd continued with wild cheering screaming and clapping until some of his buddies were finally able to pull them apart, and even then this was with a sucking pop as his lips finally let go! This was only done so that the awards could be made. With the crowd still whistling clapping and cheering and Diane on her feet the the dance club manager awarded her the trophy and the $2000.00 dollar check. The big black bald.