Bring in a partner.

Lisa had planned it all exactly like this from the very beginning.

At the start of the show, the door to the foyer opened quietly. The manager had brought in another dancer—Lukas, in his mid-twenties, tall and muscular. Instead of sending him straight into the studio, he had told him to wait in the foyer until the photographer called for him.

Lukas now stood in the dimly lit foyer, the door open just a crack, staring in disbelief at the brightly lit ballet studio.

The extremely tight red spandex outfits, the “artistic” poses in front of the large mirror, the deliberate flashes of cleavage as she playfully let the thin straps slip off her shoulders again and again, and the deep splits that exposed her smooth, already wet pussy for fractions of a second—it was all just preparation for the next step. She wanted to be seen. Really seen. Not just by Jan and Steve, but by someone who knew nothing about the game.

Jan had discreetly retreated to a dark corner of the studio, half-hidden by a black curtain. From there, he continued filming. The camera ran silently in video mode, the little red recording light barely visible. It looked as if he were secretly filming behind the scenes. Only Lisa knew: He was filming every single second.

Holy shit… this girl is dancing here like a professional porn star. Earlier I already saw everything through the mirror—how she spread her legs extremely wide so that the thin red spandex cut deep between her plump labia. You could see the whole slit, even how wet and swollen she already was. Then she pulled her top down and let her heavy, round tits flash out completely. Her nipples stiff, pink, and hard. She really kneaded them, pushed them up, and presented them to the camera. Her ass is so full and round, the fabric clings to it as if it were wet with sweat. Every time she spreads or lifts her legs, her thick labia really bulge out. The cameltoe is so **** that you can even see the contours of her clitoris. She’s really enjoying this… she’s not shy, she’s really horny.

Lisa felt the burning stares from the foyer on her body. She knew exactly that Lukas was standing there, watching her every move. A quiet, excited smile flitted across her lips.

At that moment, Jan made his presence known. He stepped halfway out of the dark corner without putting down the camera and called out in a professionally calm voice:

“Lukas! You can come in. We’re ready for the partner part.”

Lukas flinched slightly, as if he’d been caught. He cleared his throat, attempted a professional smile, and pushed the door wide open. His tight red spandex pants could barely conceal the obvious bulge inside.

Lisa slowly turned toward him, her cheeks still slightly flushed from dancing—and from the certainty that he’d just seen everything. She looked at him with that innocent, sweet gaze she had mastered so perfectly.

“Hi… I’m Lisa,” she said quietly, holding out her hand as if nothing had happened.

Lukas took it. His hand was warm and a little damp.

“Lukas… nice to meet you,” he replied, his voice a little rougher than intended.

Jan smiled behind the camera. “Then let’s get right to it. Simple partner positions, a few nice lifts. All very classic and aesthetic… or something like that.”

Lisa just smiled—and knew full well that nothing would ever be classic again.