Page 55 of Rousing Renee

“No, we do. We’ve watched your video walk-throughs a million times,” Elara said. “We’re all trying to get that half turn the way you do.”

“Which one?” Sampson walked to the center of the room, and I saw the instructor switch turn on in his head.

Elara showed him the moves leading up to and then did her version of the turn.

“Ooh! You need more attitude and you’ve got it. Try it like this.” Sampson mimicked her moves and then turned on the sass. “Pop. Just like that. Hip thrust, shoulder shrug, and body swing.”

We all gathered around, trying it his way.

“Oh! I got it,” somebody squealed.

“Let me see.” Sampson stood back and watched. “Yes! Throw a little more body into it, though. Yes! Nailed it, baby. Everybody from the top!” He hit the button on the remote and the song came on. We got into our assigned spots and jumped into it.

“Yes, tease them, y’all.” He came up beside me and joined in the routine, watching in the mirrors we’d lined up. “Green shirt, pick it up!” he shouted.

By the time we’d run through it four times, adjusting as he required, we looked damn good.

“One more time. And one, two, three…” Sampson moved to the back and stood next to green shirt. “Push. Catch the rhythm and then own it.” He turned off the music and stood in front of her. “Do you have a man, woman, or person?”

“I’m dating someone,” Sheila responded.

“What’s their name?”

“Sandra.” She blushed.

“Pretend I’m Sandra. Eyes on me. Show me that you want to fuck without saying words. The music’s tempo is my heart rhythm. Catch it. The faster it goes, the more aroused I am. Make. Me. Want. You.” He turned on the music and began the routine in front of her, showing her what it would feel like if this were a two-man dance.

Sampson’s hands touched various parts of her body, arms, stomach, thighs, and even neck. It was sexy and even though he was my best friend and gay, the man was sexy as sin, dancing with her.

“I need a drink,” Elara whispered in my ear.

I giggled, but continued watching. His sex appeal was off the charts, and I didn’t think in a million years I’d be able to match his energy.

“Diva!” Sampson called out.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Take my place so she can see you while I guide her. I need you to turn the sexy way up.”

I moved in front of her and took a minute to center myself. Sexy… I thought of Ezra and instantly my body warmed. I pictured his hands all over me the way Sampson’s had been on Sheila. Then… I moved.

Sheila joined in, and Sampson exaggerated some of her moves as she danced. His hands were Ezra’s, though, and Sheila was my reflection. I gave in to the sensations and tried to seduce the man I wanted more than I’d ever imagined. When I was done, I was out of breath and ready to fuck.

“Shit,” Elara said. “Go find that man.”

Everybody laughed around her and instead of feeling embarrassed, I became impatient.

“Practice went very well. There are a few of you I want to work with. You’re not using your full potential and today we’re going to pull that out of you. Green shirt, pink leotards, tiger stripes, orange tutu, and blue bandana. Stay back. The rest of you can go until rehearsal tomorrow. If you aren’t as good as these ladies will be when I’m done, you may be on my list next time. So go home and keep practicing. Renee, I’ll get with you later.”

The rest of us hurried out, and I went to Ezra’s apartment. The buzz was still riding me hard. He was on the phone, probably talking to Kelly, when I walked in. I stood in front of him and stripped down and out of my clothes. His eyebrow raised, and he told the person he needed to call them back.

I kneeled in front of him, massaging his thighs, while looking into his eyes.

“Babygirl?”

“Yes, Haven?”

“What are you doing?” he asked. If he wasn’t rock hard, I would’ve been put off by his question.

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