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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2010 22:09:52 GMT -8
"Take my hand. There you go. Now slip a hand on my waist. Pull me closer. Very good. And move forward. Ready? Five, six, seven eight." Larisa kept her eyes on the teenage boy who was learning the tango from her. She moved her hips, and when it was time, she raised her leg by his waist. It looked like she wanted him. And that's what she loved about performing. You could make anyone believe what you want them to believe.
The truth was that off the dance floor, Larisa was happily married and a mother to two teenagers and five brand new babies, and she took in kids from off the streets as well. She couldn't help it; she was Supermom, as Johnny once called her.. But on the dance floor--she wwas Larisa, just Larisa. She could seduce any man, even if said man is in reality is a gay kid. It didn't matter, because it was all pretend.
Jenna was hanging up costumes, when Elizabeth, one of the girls in Larisa's advanced class, approached her. "That is amazing. I hope I can do that!"
Jenna looked over at her mom and smiled. She never did get into dancing. She was more of a basketball-playing-video gamer kind of girl. But that didn't mean that she didn't appreciate the fine art. The teenager smiled. "Yeah...it's like sex in dancing."
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