Bring in a partner.

Lisa had just finished a final elegant pirouette when Jan lowered the camera and addressed her with a friendly smile.

“Lisa, the solo shots have turned out really well. But I’ve got an idea that would make the whole thing even more dynamic and professional.”

He glanced briefly at Steve, then back at her.

“How about we bring in a male dancer? He’ll also wear red spandex, to match your outfit. You could dance together – simple lifts, pas de deux elements, elegant partner work. That would give the shots much more life and elegance.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment. The thought of dancing so closely with a stranger made her nervous. But Jan continued, reassuringly and professionally:

“It’s all very classical and aesthetic. He’ll only touch you in the places necessary for the lifts – hips, waist, sometimes shoulder or thigh. Nothing inappropriate. And you’ll have full control over the photos in the cloud. You can delete anything you don’t like later.”

Lisa thought of the cloud link and finally nodded hesitantly.

“Okay… if it really is just professional.”

A short while later, the dancer came in. His name was Lukas; he was in his mid-twenties, tall, slim and muscular. He was wearing a tight red spandex shirt and red spandex trousers that emphasised his toned physique. He smiled warmly at Lisa.

“Hi, I’m Lukas. Nice to meet you. We’ll keep it relaxed.”

Jan gave the first instructions.

First, they began with simple partner positions. Lukas stood behind Lisa, placed his hands lightly on her waist and helped her with a slow turn. His touch was warm and firm, but unobtrusive.

Then came the first lifts.

For the first simple lift, Lukas lifted Lisa up. His hands were firmly placed beneath her ribs and just below her breasts. As he lifted her up, Lisa felt his thumbs pressing lightly against the underside of her full breasts. The red spandex stretched tightly. She blushed, but said nothing.

“Very good!” called Jan. “Now raise your arms elegantly, Lisa.”

For the next lift, Lukas lifted her to the side. One hand rested on her hip, the other slightly higher, almost beneath her breast. As he turned her, his palm briefly brushed the side of her breast. Lisa felt the touch clearly – warm, firm, through the thin spandex. Her nipples tightened. She tried to concentrate on the steps, but her breathing quickened.

Lukas lifted her once more – this time in a classic pas de deux lift. He stood behind her, reached under her thighs with both hands and lifted her up so that her legs were slightly apart. As he did so, his chest pressed against her back, and his hands were dangerously close to her bottom. As he slowly set her down again, one of his hands briefly slid over the curve of her bottom.

Lisa was getting hotter and hotter. Her face was clearly flushed, her gaze shy. She was aware of every touch – especially when his hands brushed her breasts or her bottom. Nevertheless, she carried on dancing, because she was in control of the photos, after all.

Jan praised her incessantly:

“Perfect! It’s precisely this closeness that makes the pictures so beautiful. One more lift – this time a bit higher.”

Lukas lifted her again. This time his hands were right beneath her breasts. As he hoisted her up, Lisa felt his fingers pressing lightly against the soft underside of her full breasts. Her breasts rose with the movement, bouncing slightly and stretching the red spandex even tighter.

Her face was now deep red, her gaze shy and bashful. She bit her lower lip, but tried to hold the pose elegantly.

Inside, the excitement grew stronger and stronger. Every touch – whether on her waist, beneath her breasts or on her bottom – triggered a warm tingling sensation within her. She felt her nipples harden and show clearly beneath the tight top.

Lukas gently set her down and smiled at her.

“You’re a really great dancer,” he said quietly.

Lisa smiled back shyly, her cheeks flushed.

“Thanks… it’s just… a bit unusual.”

Jan grinned behind the camera.

“One last set together. Just carry on as it feels natural.”

Lisa nodded. She was now clearly more aroused than at the start, even though she was trying not to let it show. Every lift, every touch of his hands on her body made the heat inside her rise further.

She didn’t know that in the filtered images in the cloud, she and Lukas both looked stark naked – her full breasts bouncing freely, his hands directly on her bare skin, whilst they danced together elegantly and intimately.

And that her bashful, flushed cheeks would look like pure sensual arousal in these pictures.