Bria's dance partner arrives

Bria Jeurgen's discomfort only increased when Mr. Smithers put on the music and the room was filled with the sounds of aggressive gangsta-rap.

"How am I supposed to dance to this?" the blonde girl asked, struggling to make herself heard over the misogynestic lyrics.

"I thought you suburban white girls liked to shake your rump to this stuff!" the teacher replied with a smirk, but Bria expressed her musical preference with a wrinkled nose of disapproval. "Well, be an actress and pretend."

"But I'm a classically trained ballet dancer!" she protested weakly as 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" blared over the speaker. "I can't perform to this!"

A knock at the back patio door could barely be discerned and Mr. Smithers smiled knowingly. "That's your dance partner, he'll get a performance out of you," the middle-aged man assured her. He slid the door open and a tall, muscular black man in his twenties stepped into the room. He was wearing sweat shorts, a muscle shirt and sandals. Bria recoiled slightly as the stranger regarded her with a predatory smirk and moved next to her, before offering the towering man a nervous smile.

"Go ahead and dance with him," Mr. Smithers urged as he returned to the camera. "Just lose yourself in the music and let your inhibitions go." Bria apprehensively began swaying back and forth in front of her leering partner, looking up at his face but unaware of the massive erection in his shorts rising toward her leotarded breasts.