Ballet, part 1

This is the setup for my next longish story. I still haven't found a picture to attach to it, but i'll probably come out with something in the next few days. Absolutely no action in this chapter, but it's very important to understand what will happen soon.

[part 1]

As she saw the girls enter one by one, Charlotte mechanically said hi to each one of them. They barely paid any attention while answering back; after all, she was the secretary and they all had something very important to think about now. Charlotte knew when the end of the season was coming because she could smell the anxiety in the air. The girls were rehearsing for the gala, and they were so nervous that even the nicest ones would act out on a whim. "Spoiled brat" she thought, as yet another one of the advanced class girls entered the building. "Hey Mia" she said, despite her feelings towards her. "Hey" the rich girl answered, distracted by the voice of the woman who she barely talked to in the gym. Charlotte didn't like how this particular group treated her, since she had watched them grow both in height and experience during the last few years. It was like they had lost their natural niceness and had somehow become stuck up bitches who looked at her like dirt for the simple fact that she wouldn't practice ballet. It wasn't like she hadn't tried. She had given it a chance in her teen years, but it just wasn't for her. Not that she needed it. She was lucky enough to have a great body without working out too much. The occasional yoga session was more than enough to keep her in an okay shape. Sure, she didn't have a body like the ones she had in front of her right now, but extreme diet and many hours at the gym just weren't compatible with her lifestyle. 

The general chit-chat suddently came to a halt the moment that Amelia set foot in the gym. The woman was stunning, and she just emanated confidence and sense of awe. It wasn't coincidental that she was the head instructor at the Bishop Institute of Dance. Even though she was relatively young, considering that she was in her mid 20s, she was in charge of the most important class of the whole institute. As she walked by the entrance, she passed in front of the now silent girls and walked straight to the locker room. "Hey Charlie" She casually said to the entranced secretary, who suddently snapped out of her daydream. "H-hey Amelia" she managed to say, barely being able to conceal her embarassment. She hoped the woman hadn't noticed. But even if she had, there was just no way that she could know what was going through her mind at the moment. In fact, Charlotte had had a very peculiar fantasy for all her life, or at least as long as she could remember. She had always wanted to own a human being, particularly a woman. It wasn't overtly sexual. She wasn't even into women too much. But for some reason, she just found the idea of possessing somebody so thrilling that she would spend whole minutes fantasizing about having total control over somebody she was busy talking to. One of her first vivid memories she could trace back to was when she passed in front of a very crowded luxurious gym in a fancy neighborhood, and gazed inside one of the ground floor windows. Inside, she had seen an all-girls fitness class, and she rembered distinctly the idea of making them hers somehow. It wasn't a concrete idea, she wouldn't know what to do with them even if she'd actually owned them, but the mere idea of having those girls in her possession had become very present in her mind, sometimes to the point of obsession. Of course, it was something that was never destined to happen, but she kept coming back to it with her mind more than often. Now that she worked at the Bishop Center, she would still have this fantasy, and the fact that most of the girls who practiced there were hot as hell didn't help with her morbid obsession. One of her favorite victims in her fantasies was Amelia. It was probably due to how powerful she looked, and how good it would have felt to have her at her service, loyal as a dog. Not that the other girls were less attractive, but Amelia had this power thing going on that made her the perfect target in Charlotte's mind. Too bad she knew there was just no way that she would ever have the chance to actually fulfill her  peculiar desire.

She watched as the girls entered the locker room one after another, just one second after Amelia had done it first. Damn the charisma of that woman! She kept distractly hearing the voices in the changing room, and then she heard the group move towards the main parlor, where they would start their training. The recital was coming close, and since most of the girls in this class were supposed to start college the very next year, it meant it would be the last one for a lot of them. The importance of this event made the girls nervous. And Just, So, Loud. "Jesus" Charlotte left the comfort of her chair to close the door between her and the training women. It was that time of the year where she would barely tolerate the general anxiety of the dancers. "Just two more weeks, and we get back to normal" She thought, before noticing the entrance door being opened by somebody she couldn't immediately recognize. "You're late!" She said, knowing how strict Amelia was, especially in this period of the year. "Hurry, before she notices!". All the years spent at her job had made her really good at communicating with the girls. But from the looks of it this woman hadn't come to the Institute to dance. When she entered the room, Charlotte recognized her immediately. "Ava?" she said, mildly shocked at the sight of the woman who had been kicked out that very school no more than six months earlier.

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