Dance Class Heroes

The locks rustled and Anita drew the door wide open. Fun time's over.

"Lunch break is over, girls. I hope you have all thanked your masters for your meal. I'm going to give you a few seconds to do so if you haven't, and I strongly urge that you do take this opportunity to right your wrong."

They each snapped a selfie and wrote a thank you message to their owners. Ashley made a kissy face and wrote 'Thank you for the delicious lunch Master.' Thinking it was best to play along fully since she didn't know if Anita would be checking in with him.

"For the next class we are going to have to change the scenery. I need you all to go down to the gym and wait outside the attached dance hall. Your instructor should be there already." She clapped her hands twice. “Happ happ, get a move on.”

The five girls all threw their handbags over their shoulders, following Ashley's lead they scurried off down towards the dance studio. Ashley heard pop music with a heavy beat growing louder as they drew closer to their destination.

“Any guess what this will be about?” Ashley asked the group.

“The obvious one is that we’re going to learn how to dance, but Anita has already thrown us plenty of surprises.” Madison offered.

“I love dancing!” Danielle chirped, skipping along beside her new group of friends.

“If it is dancing I don’t think we will be learning how to tango,” suggested Anna.

“Oh, I hope not.” Danielle said in a surprised and disappointed tone, missing Anna’s sarcasm. “I wanna see Ashley shake that thing!”

Smack

Ashley felt Danielle’s hand hit her bare ass and the blonde bimbo giggled with delight. Ashley bit back a response. She can’t help herself, be nice.

“I just hope we won’t have to learn something hard, I don’t want to fail and get my ass beaten.” Ashley said with a twinge of worry.

“Is not hard, just do as music tell you.” Tatiana offered, giving no comfort to Ashley’s troubled mind.

The group stopped outside the door to the dance hall. It vibrated from the heavy bass of the pop song that was playing. Danielle, unable to help herself, opened the door a crack to peek inside.

“Danielle, don’t! Miss Stonebridge said we should wait!” Madison scolded her, not wanting to be subjected to another paddling, especially for something she herself didn’t do.

“She is sooooo pretty.” Danielle ignored Madison and kept staring.

“Move over.” Tatiana pushed Danielle out of the way, so that she could take a look without having to kneel.

The other girls squeezed together to peek at the woman Danielle talked about. Her skin was a light caramel brown, she had cotton candy pink-hair, and she wore only freakishly high heels and a bright yellow bra and panty set on her lithe dancer’s body. They watched her sensually moving around a chair to the music, not hindered in the least by her high heels. Her body flowed like liquid, her hips flawlessly moving from side to side, her whole body rolling like a wave when the song came to a slowed down portion only to jerk into rapid motion when it sped up. Whoa. All girls but Tatiana were awestruck when she dropped to the floor in a split when the song ended. Danielle gasped, and the woman’s head quickly turned over her shoulder towards them.

Oh, no. We’re in trouble.

But the woman smiled and waved at them. “Hi girls, come on in.”

Danielle burst in and yelled “That was AWESOME!”

The other four followed her into the studio. The next song had started up and it was even louder inside, the hardwood floor was echoing the beat. The long wall was mirrored with ballet bars on its length, giving Ashley a glimpse of herself alongside the other slaves. The girls put down their handbags next to the door, and lined up in silence.

“I’m Bambi, I’m here to teach you some moves to get any man ready and hungry for you.” She jokingly twerked her ass without rising from her split. “Let's get a look at what you’re working with.” Not getting any response she followed it up with a twirl of her finger. “… that means turn around girls.” When they did so, she rose from the floor. “Put your hands on your knees. Really push it out, show me what you got.”

Bambi walked up behind the line of bent-over women and flipped up the back of their skirts in turn.

“Damn ladies, you some fine ass hoes.” Bambi complimented them with pride. She began examining them closer one by one, “We can work with this.” She said patting Anna on her ass and moved on to Tatiana. “Oooh, this is good and tight. But not much to shake here, so we need to focus on your sensuality.” Danielle was shaking her little ass when Bambi came to her. “Same with you, though I don’t think we can rely on sensuality as our back up here. But I love your energy, girl! You like a bitch in heat.” You have no idea. Ashley thought. She had a feeling about what Bambi would say about her. She often did get compliments, both wanted and unwanted, on her ass. “That is one hell of a badonkadonk girl. Mmmhmm, bet your man loves watching that bounce on his dick." She better not call our Masters our men with anyone else around. "If he can handle it, that is. You need some serious dick for that thing."

Ashley heard Anna snorting. She sensed that things were more relaxed with Bambi than they were with Anita. The other girls must have noticed the same thing for Tatiana dared to comment on Bambi's appreciation of Ashley's ass. "I don't think Ashley's owner have problem there." Tatiana said, sounding a bit amused by her own wittiness. Why is everyone so fixated on Theo’s dick?!

Bambi moved on to Madison. "You will need to tighten this body up a bit, but the ass is right. Hopefully you get to keep it too. Okay, turn around for me and stand up now girls." Her eyes traveled down Madison's legs to her shoes. Bambi began shaking her head.

"Is something wrong, Miss?" Madison asked. Ashley could clearly hear the worry in her voice. Understandable, I would be worried too if I got paddling like she did.

“What did you call me?” Bambi moved up into Madison’s face, almost nose to nose as if she wanted to start a fight.

“Uhh uhhh Miss-” Madison froze, realizing she didn’t know the dancer’s last name.

“It’s Bambi, ain’t no Miss nothing here!” She almost yelled into the shrinking Madison’s face. There was a long uncomfortable pause, then she burst back into a big smile. “BLYAAHHH! Got ya, bitch! Just call me Bambi and don’t stress.” Madison’s whole body relaxed. “It’s your shoes, honey. Those do nothing for you. Did your man get those for you?” She seriously gotta stop with this whole ‘your man’ thing.

“Yes.” Madison answered timidly.

“Well, he clearly doesn't know his thing.” Said Bambi. “Take this as a lesson, girls. Sometimes a man may think he knows what he wants, but our job is to show him what he might be missing out on. What size are you… what’s your name again?”

“We didn’t say, it’s Madison.”

“Well Madison, go take a new pair from my bag over there.” Pointing at a black gym bag by the stereo. “You too.” She gestured to Anna.

“Anna, It’s Anna, Bambi.”

“You too, Anna.” She said with a heartwarming smile.

Ashley’s eyes followed Madison over to Bambi’s bag. She watched as Madison rummaged around in it, desperately looking for something. Her head was slumped when she came back with a pair of stiletto heels taller than Ashley’s own 6” platform ones. Those must have been the shortest options.

“Great, now that we all have shoes befitting a woman of your station, I want to see you walk back and forth between these two walls. Make sure to look into the mirror so you see what to correct.”