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“No. I’m over it now.” She unlocked her phone, making me fall to her side, groaning.
“I’m not though.” I nodded down toward the tented fabric of my basketball shorts as I lay on my back beside her.
Giggling at me, she showed me her phone screen. I read the few texts, seeing it was someone telling her about Nikita.
“You do this?”
“Nope.” I answered confidently, since it was the truth . . . in a sense.
“So someone randomly beat the shit out of Nikita and directed most of their anger to her spinal cord?”
“Aight, it was me, . . . indirectly.”
“Low.” She sat up abruptly, robe falling open and exposing her perfect though small titties. My eyes instantly locked on them muthafuckas. She noticed and closed her robe up. “Her family is well off, and you could get into some real trouble.”
“I ain’t tripping.” I licked my lips, putting my arms behind my head. “Gaia did it, and if Nikita snitches, she gon’ snitch on her. That’s if her dumb ass didn’t mask up, which I doubt.”
“What if Gaia says you told her to?”
“She won’t, but if she did, she still gotta prove that shit. And I doubt Nikita even saw Gaia. Gaia ain’t dumb enough to do that shit and expose her identity, but if she did, I ain’t worried.”
“She—”
“Relax, Peep.” I tugged on the belt of her robe. “Can I at least get some head?” She rolled her eyes but was smirking as she reached down into my shorts. “Robe off though. You know I like it when you butt ass naked.”
“Yes, daddy.” She dropped the silk garment and positioned herself before lowering down to cover my dick with her warm ass mouth.
“Fuck.” I groaned, pulling my hand from behind my head to caress her ass before sliding my fingers into her pussy from the back.
Today was borderline perfect. Real shit.
It was preternaturallyquiet as the other ladies and I sat scattered around the ballet studio while Carolyn put her things down, wearing a sullen expression.
She spoke something inaudible to Douglas before walking over to stand before us, ceasing even the small whispers that had started to wave throughout our group.
“I’m sure you have all heard the terrible news regarding Nikita, and sadly, she was not as fortunate as Banks, so she will not be able to dance in the show,” Carolyn announced, the stress evident on her face. “Jamie, since you are her understudy, you, of course, will take over all of her roles including the pas de deux.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jamie tried to smother her smile due to how inappropriate it would be at this time.
“Do they know who it was?” Frankie queried.
“All Nikita said was the girl was yelling about her messing with her man.” Carolyn shrugged.
“Well, she did get around, so that’s not surprising.” Briana scoffed then caught herself, looking remorseful and frightened as she awaited Carolyn’s scolding.
The latter only cut her eyes at Briana, who mouthed she was sorry, before pacing the floor in front of us.
“Banks, now that Nikita is not dancing in the pas de deux, it wouldn’t be off to assume you will perform it as well?” Her thin brow hiked as she eyed me.
“No, it wouldn’t be off. I’m happy to.” I smirked and gave a curt nod to which she returned.
“Alright, that is all for the announcements and questions today. Let’s get to stretching and then work.” She clapped.
We all climbed to our feet, our voices fishing through our duffels and gripping the barres, creating a cacophony of sounds.
As I stretched in the mirror, I noticed Carolyn watching me through it, almost like she was attempting to get a read on me just before she migrated over.
She put her hand to my back to straighten my posture and fix the way I was stretching as she said, “It’s pretty convenient that this happened, isn’t it?” Her eyes were still burrowing into mine via the mirror.
