Katie’s entire body shuddered with the impact of the emotion she felt from him and she pulled against his restraining hand, wanting nothing more tha... to fold herself around him and show him that his heart was safe with her. He let go of her wrist and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, cushioning it from the wall as he slammed into her, grunting and gritting his teeth with the effort of holding back his own climax. He didn’t have long to wait, Katie soon succumbed to the pleasure. She is a cold, unforgiving perfectionist, especially when it comes to our dances. She wants not only that the steps be perfect, but that the dance affect the audience as strongly as she wishes, and leaves them feeling a certain way by the end. This requires acting skills as well as dancing skills. And while I can dance in my own way, and do it with emotion, I have no background or skill at acting, or in formal, structured dance.As a result, she is not pleased with the reactions we have been. And definitely don't be stupid enough to fall for one of them. Then you end up in bars every night, trying to drink away all those shitty feelings."I'm going to the bathroom," I look him dead in the eyes, challenging him.Let's see if he's all talk. I slide off the bar stool, his long legs on either side, trapping me. I place my hand on the inside of his upper thigh, pressing so he spreads his legs wider so I can get past him. I hear him clear his throat as I walk away and I smile to myself.Well. Frankie, your arms around her waist," Mrs. Taylor said. "OK, hold that for as long as you can." This might be a bit hard on my legs, and I do have to pitch this afternoon," Frankie grinned."Good point. Draw quickly, everyone!" Mrs. Taylor laughed. The scritch of pencil on paper started."Oh, God," I moaned. "This is incredible." I know what you mean," he whispered."Having to take you out of me after the first pose was horrible." I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt that," he said."How are your.