Ballet Boots

Vanessa Clark

Description

A male ballet dancer of the prestigious New York City ballet company, like so many others, has a crush on his female artistic director and choreographer. What was originally simply a friendship turns into a taboo BDSM relationship... and it all starts with a stunning and dramatic pair of kinky ballet boots!

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 24 août 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781789824292
• Langue: English

Extrait

The Ballet Boots
Vanessa Clark




First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
© Copyright 2020 Vanessa Clark
The right of Vanessa Clark to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.



The Ballet Boots
Unlike most people, I’ve never been too fond of “taboo” relationships. Teacher/student. Nurse or doctor/patient. Boss/co-worker. Most men - and I could imagine, many women too - have fantasized about having an affair with their boss, teacher, nurse, or doctor. Not me. I tried to get it, picturing the possibilities, but I couldn’t. It always turned me off. I never understood the appeal of it. It was wrong - a big fat no. At least, that was how it used to be in my world.
It all changed once I got accepted into the New York City ballet company. I had been a trained ballet dancer since I was five years old. I’ve long known that in ballet, anything was possible.
It wasn’t enough to dance literally on the tip of your toes, to stretch out your legs as if they were meant for flying and not only for walking, and to have your body be divinity in motion. Ambition had to ooze through your pores. Drive had to mean more to you than breathing, eating, and drinking. Hell, it had to be more important than living, for without it, you ought to as well be dead. And most importantly, discipline. Yes, discipline . Every ballet dancer has ambition and drive. They would’ve never made it in the cut-throat dancing field without it. But discipline; not everyone has it. The more discipline, the higher the chance that you’d swim. If you don’t have enough of it, or none at all, not even ambition and drive can help you; you’ll sink to rock bottom. I didn’t learn all this from the beginning. I couldn’t give credit to the company. It was the artistic director/choreographer of the company, Ms. Anastasia Chernikova. If it weren’t for her, I’d just be another naïve ballerina boy who thought that he was the top ballerina in charge based solely on how pretty he looked and how lovely he danced. With Ms. Chernikova, that wasn’t enough.
The woman was the most feared director in the company. Feared because she was the total bitch in charge. She was tougher than any male director in the company that was there before her. Hell, she could even make the most hard-assed of those male directors break a cold sweat. She was notorious for easily making any ballerina break, having him or her bail out of the company all together because she was that tough. And that fucking brilliant. She weeded out the weaklings from the champions; and lo and behold, I became more than Anastasia’s champion.