Chapter 4

The theatre’s lights flicker on and off, signaling that it is five minutes before show time.

Brad is texting quickly, trying to close a business deal only a few minutes before the ballet starts. There doesn’t seem to be enough time to enjoy life when you manage a multi-national company, it seems. The only reason he funded this ballet production was so he could get front row, center seats. He loves the arts.

He has always had a thing for dancers—ever since his first love, Kelly. When he was 16 years old, they got together, both virgins, and she taught him how to be a gentleman. They spent two years together before they both went to separate schools.

They made love and explored each other’s bodies in so many different places—in the janitor’s room, in the bleachers of the football stadium, on Mr. Spencer’s desk after class. He remembers her having the craziest orgasm in the basement of his parents’ house, where they had to be totally quiet. She had to bite the pillow so hard she ripped it open.

She was insatiable and couldn’t get enough of his cock inside of her. They almost got caught when his dad started walking down the stairs. Brad jumped off Kelly and ran to the other room, while Kelly pulled the blanket up over her entirely naked body. His dad opened the door looked inside, not realizing Kelly was there, pretending she was sleeping. His dad asked where Brad was and Kelly feigned she was in a haze and had no idea.

Thankfully, he closed the door and left, then Brad went back for more of her deliciously sweet pussy.

They brought out each other’s wild side, and nobody had ever been able to make him feel that way again.

Kelly was a beautiful ballet dancer and was headhunted by the National School in New York. They vowed to stay together, and he gave her a small promise ring to prove it, but after her first semester, she got a rare form of bone cancer and died within six months’ time.

Brad was devastated, and hadn’t married or even had a long term commitment since. That was 15 years ago now, and though he went to counseling and feels at peace with Kelly’s passing, he is still attracted to ballerinas who are virgins, and hopes perhaps he will one day find ‘the one’.

“Sir, we have to go in. The show is starting,” Trish, Brad’s personal assistant, says, motioning frantically.

“Nailed it!” Brad says, referring to the twenty million dollar business deal he has been negotiating. “Okay, thanks, Trish.”

He turns off his phone and goes into the theatre. He is the last person to be seated. The usher motions to the Manager for the show to begin, and the lights go down.

The curtains open and the ballerinas are standing tall and still while the lighting slowly turns from black to bright. Jane is at the front in the middle, leading the crowd, the spotlight following her. Brad notices immediately, her tall, thin legs, her body that looks young and innocent, and the natural color of her hair. She is so tender. When she twirls, it is with a grace he remembers seeing in Kelly—delicate and light, but also spunky.

When the scene comes where her back is facing the audience and she is bending over, he sees a bit of the crease of her leggings going up her ass. Brad immediately starts daydreaming of what it would be like to put his hand on it and push his fingers inside her. He starts to get a hard-on but knows it would be more than embarrassing if anyone saw, since everyone in the theatre knows who he is. He looks in the other direction, and checks out Valerie, but immediately he is turned off.

She looks like such a hardened bitch, he thinks, so he goes back to watching Jane.

Brad leans over to Trish, his personal assistant, and quietly says to her, “At intermission, I need you to find out who that girl is and if she is a virgin.”

Trish nods, knowing what to do as she has done it all before. Trish suspects he’s interested in this girl in the middle because she looks remarkably like his first love, Kelly.

They watch the rest of the show, Brad fixating on Jane, his cock growing increasingly bigger. He feels he could explode with come all over the seat. He shifts around, trying to hide his excitement, but can’t stop fantasizing about taking this young lady to his hot tub and rubbing his body against hers, feeling those precious, little tits, grabbing her body and moving her up and down on his hard dick.

He’s dying to fuck that beautiful ass of hers and suck on those tiny, perky nipples. He can’t wait to rub his hands all over her, stroking her back and getting her all hot and sweaty. He wants to treat her like the gorgeous princess she is and make her dreams come true. He wants to know her inside and out, as he gives her the best time of her life.

He wonders who she is underneath that tutu, where is she from, and if she has ever even kissed a guy? He hopes he can be her first, and who knows what next. She looks so delicate and easily broken. He knows he has to be tender with her and he doesn’t want to scare her away.

All of a sudden, the lights go out and everyone starts to clap. Brad snaps out of it and tries to pull himself together, trying to think of something that will make his hard-on go away. Business. Yes, the business deal he just landed. That will do the trick.

Trish leans over to Brad and says, “Well, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were smitten with that little number.”

A smile forms on Trish’s face. She knows full well when Brad gets turned on by a pretty young thing.

“Well, you know me too well, Trish,” he says and smiles back. “Looks kinda like Kelly, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. It’s remarkable,” Trish replies.

They get up and go to the private bar for intermission.