Page 43 of Rousing Renee

“How much time are we talking?”

“We have about nine or ten weeks left in the program.”

“How good are the dancers?”

“I don’t know. I just came up with this idea three seconds ago.” I shrugged.

“Listen. I need to check my schedule. We’re in the middle of a project and stepping away would be hurtful to the team.”

“O-kay.” I tried not to look disappointed, but it was tough when I’d already started planning things in my head.

“I didn’t say no. Pick up your lip from the floor. I need to figure it out. I’ll call you after this class. Later, Diva.” He disconnected the call, and I tried to find the optimism in our conversation.

“Were you trying to get the entire class to participate?” Elara looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“I am. It’s not that tough. Haven’t you ever seen the movie Burlesque? We can use pre-recorded audio. Hell, I know every girl in our class owns a black corset. And we can make the choreography easy enough for everybody. We have weeks to pull it together. I’ve had to change up cheers to be performed in hours. I can teach anybody anything. I just need the moves.” I’d never been good with creating the movement part of cheering. I could always figure out what to chant though.

My phone lit up as I received a text from Sampson.

Sampson: I’ll be able to choreograph, record, and send it to you. Then I can come up during the performance weekend and critique. We can probably make some live calls as well during your practice time. My lunch breaks are better since I stay late most days. I recommend practicing three days a week since they aren’t professionals. Some of them are going to be out of shape, offbeat, and under-motivated. Either weed them out or give them something else to do. Don’t waste your time.

I’ll send you what I come up with in a few days. Burlesque is about teasing and exaggerated movement. Bringing out your feminine energy and letting it shine. Give them stuff to do that helps with that on the side. As my assistant, you’ll need to take all the risk. Make people come to extra sessions if they need it. You can’t suddenly clam up on me. You’ve gotta be my eyes and ears and be willing to do what I say.

I know I’m a bottom, but, honey, I stand on business when it comes to choreography.

I’ll call you tonight to discuss details.

Love you, bye

“He’s going to do it!” I squealed.

“Oh my God, really? So how will this work?”

“I need to find a space, talk to the girls, and see if Master EJ will allow it as our final presentation.”

“That should be easy enough when you two are dating. Can’t you just suck him off really well and convince him?”

Insert my shocked face.

“What?” she asked.

“How did you know it was him?” I asked.

“Have you not seen the way he looks at you? Girl, if he’s been living in the desert, you’re surely the only water he wants. And he’s thirsty as fuck. Tell me you’ve never caught him looking at your ass. Besides, we all know when he’s visiting your apartment. All that heat comes through the vent. And the way you scream out Daddy. Girl, we’re all his children.”

It was my turn to laugh. Full belly chuckles with a side of squeals.

“I don’t call him Daddy.” I confessed.

“I made that part up. What do you call him?”

“Ezra.”

“So, you don’t have a special name for him yet?”

I shook my head no. In all my past relationships, I was always told what to call my Dominants. I wasn’t into ageplay, so Daddy felt misplaced. Tiger, Beast, Lion and Bear felt overused. Fruits and vegetables seemed too soft. EJ was his professional name.

“What’s he remind you of?”

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