Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler in Dancers, Part 1: “The Dance Instructor”

By Gark

I sped down Wells Street, intent upon arriving at my appointment on time. The woman hadn’t said much on the phone, offering only that she was interested in wrestling lessons. It was a common enough request, especially for a woman. Still, it was always good to be on time when meeting a potential new client, so I parked the car and rushed inside. I was familiar with the place… they served the best pan-style pizza in Chicago!

I had told ‘Gloria’ what I’d be wearing and a basic description of myself, so I wasn’t surprised when a nice looking woman flagged me down from a booth towards the back. I doubted that her name was really Gloria, but what the heck. I sat down opposite her so we could chat.

“Hello, I’m Mindy,” I began.

“Hi, and I’m Gloria,” she replied. “How about we order first, and then get acquainted.”

I quickly agreed, pretending to browse the menu, already knowing what I wanted. I usually tried to let a new client pick up the tab, as a kind of test. If they balked at paying now, I knew I’d likely have money trouble with them later.

I folded up my menu and asked, “Is your name really Gloria?”

She set her menu down, replying, “Sure. Here... have one of my cards.”

She reached into her purse and handed me a business card. I looked it over, and then read aloud, “Gloria’s School of Dance. Oh…” I continued, somewhat embarrassed.

“That’s okay. Gloria isn’t a very common name. Ready to order?” she asked.

“Sure. Why don’t we split one… you can pick,” I told her.

“Well, okay… if you insist, but it’s my treat then. How about a small deep dish spinach pizza?” she asked.

“Yes!! That’s my favorite. How did you know?” I asked in turn.

“I didn’t, of course. It’s my favorite, too. But, I think I probably could have guessed. You look like the healthy type,” she told me.

“Yeah, I admit it. But I still indulge once in a while, like right now. You look like the healthy type yourself. Dance must do that for you,” I appraised.

“Yes. It’s great for the figure, especially the thighs & calves, although I’m probably a little overly muscular in those areas,” she countered.

The waitress arrived and Gloria ordered the pizza, plus a couple of light beers.

We chatted for a while about nothing in particular, just getting acquainted. Gloria seemed very nice, and I couldn’t sense anything about her that would signify an interest in wrestling. She was no Tomboy, seeming to be interested only in ‘girl’ things. She’d done ballet dancing and figure skating as a kid, hoping to make it big one day. But her talent wasn’t of high enough caliber, and she’d had to settle on a degree in Philosophy. After graduating, the degree hadn’t helped her find a high paying job, so she tried teaching dance, with only moderate success at first. But as time went on, things had gone her way and her school was now thriving. Mostly she taught young girls and boys. The turning point had come when she entered them in a regional dance contest… and they won!! As it turned out, Gloria now had a long list of winning students, and parents were knocking at her door to enroll their children in her school.

I still could see nothing about Gloria that would explain her interest in wrestling lessons. I had to know! Just then, the waitress set the steaming hot pizza in front of us and we dug in.

“So… tell me…” I asked between bites. “Just why do you want to take wrestling lessons?”

“Well. It’s kind of a long story, which I should tell you more fully at another time. To keep it short, my problem began when I started offering adult dance classes for women as a way to stay physically fit. Everything went well for a while. But recently, I don’t know why… one of my students has become very disruptive… belligerent even. I can’t understand it. But every Wednesday evening, it’s pure pain dealing with this woman.”

“What’s her name… how old?” I asked.

“Tammy, and I’d guess she’s around 26,” Gloria responded. “I don’t know what it is… maybe she thinks I overcharge… or maybe she just doesn’t like me. She smart-mouths all the time… and acts like she doesn’t care about the lessons. But she really is very talented… and improving. I just don’t know what to do about her attitude and mouth. I’ve offered to refund her money, but she refuses, saying she will ‘eke it out somehow’.”

“I’d guess that it’s just something like oil and water, the two of you,” I offered. “So, do you want to wrestle her or something… is that what the lessons are about?”

“Oh no! I could never do that! At least not for real…” she stammered. “That’s where you come in. Your Internet ad said ‘Fantasy Session Wrestler.’ Well, it’s my fantasy to wrestle Tammy, hold her down and humiliate her. And, I want you to pretend to be her…”

“Hey, I do that all the time,” I assured her. “Most of my sessions involve role-play. There’s a lot of frustrated people out there, and I get to be their antagonist.”

“That’s a relief,” Gloria replied. “As for lessons, I figure that I probably need to be somewhat proficient at wrestling before acting out the fantasy. How many lessons do you think I’d need to be good enough?”

Finishing off the last piece of pizza, I answered as best I could. “Obviously, it depends on the student. Clearly, you have plenty of athletic ability, but there is a certain mindset as well. Tell me, have you ever been in a fight… even just a playful one?”

“No, not really… maybe a few pillow fight type things in high school,” she answered.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah. It was fun and all,” she said.

“Well… maybe this will work… we’ll just have to try it and see. Lessons are charged at a greatly discounted rate, that is, compared to fantasy wrestling sessions,” I told her, handing my rate sheet to her. “I’d guess a half dozen lessons for you to be reasonably proficient, and a dozen or so to be fairly decent.”

“Wow!” she exclaimed, taking a few moments to examine the page. “This is some rate schedule. You offer a lot of wrestling options and rates… some of the options look interesting for later… like the ‘Type II’ sexfight, for instance. Gawd, you must make really good money!”

Gloria sure knew what she wanted! A Type II sexfight was an ideal humiliation tool. Then I returned my thoughts to the conversation. “The money’s okay. Right now my business is booming, but you never know. I could get injured or something.”

“Yeah. I live with the same fear. I just pay the insurance premiums and put it out of my mind.”

“Yeah, same here,” I told her.

It was nice, talking shop with Gloria. We had our similarities, single businesswomen in a physically demanding profession, but in greatly different industries. “So, do you want to schedule your first lesson?” I asked.

“Sure. Are you free on Wednesday nights?” she asked in return.

“I thought that was the night you teach adult dance… you know… with Tammy.”

“Yep. But that’s what makes it an ideal night,” she told me. “I could come over right after dance class. My mood would be ideal for wrestling.”

“What time are you thinking?”

“Evening class let’s out at 8:00. Depending where your studio is located, I could probably be there by 8:30.”

“That sounds fine,” I told her. “We’d probably go for an hour or so each time.”

“Great. I’ll plan on it!” Gloria replied enthusiastically.

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And so it went, I trained Gloria in my wrestling studio for many weeks. Gloria was a quick learner, plus she didn’t panic or give up when she got into trouble, instead trying to think her way free. Gloria was an intelligent wrestler, and gradually becoming a talented one. Her dancer’s frame was well suited to wrestling. Gloria was age 29, about 5'8" and 130 pounds. Her hair was brunette, and short, probably necessary in her profession. She had the most devastating legs you ever saw. Her thighs were so powerful, that we’d quit practicing scissors holds almost as soon as we’d started… I just couldn’t handle that level of pressure for long. Her arms weren’t particularly strong though, but she was wiry and nimble. Her 34A chest allowed her to wriggle free of many holds, whereas larger boobs, like mine, made escape much harder. I enjoyed our sessions together. A good student makes all the difference!

But the time for Gloria’s fantasy session was now upon us. Gloria was more than good enough to give me a challenging contest. And if she caught me in those powerful legs… well I wasn’t sure if I could get free. So, we agreed that our next encounter would be at her dance studio right after her Wednesday dance class let out.

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I walked up the stairs to Gloria’s studio, excited about wrestling this beautiful woman. The script she had laid out originally called for me losing to her and crying out my submission as she forced herself upon me. But Gloria had sensed that she might actually be able to win a contest between us and decided to leave the ending open… whoever won, won. But the rest of her script remained in play. It would be a Type II sexfight, where the holds are not outright sexual. But at submission, the winner forces the loser to pleasure her. Then the winner decides whether or not to pleasure the loser. However, we’d never even taken off one piece of clothing during practice, so this was a very big departure for us! The thought of battling this beautiful, agile woman in the nude was near intoxicating!

A number of students filed past me on the stairway, and I wondered if any of them was Tammy, the problem student. I was more than a little curious to get a look at her. I opened the door and went in. Gloria was arguing with one of her students… it had to be Tammy! I watched carefully, noting the exchange between them. Gloria was holding her own, not backing down as Tammy tried to get her goat. Tammy was probably 5'7" tall and about the same weight as Gloria. Her hair was dirty blonde with light highlights, shoulder length and tied back in a ponytail. Her boobs were about 34B, a little larger than Gloria’s. Tammy had a lithe, well-proportioned body with sculpted, powerful legs… no doubt as lethal as Gloria’s.

Finally, the woman departed for the locker room and I had a chance to talk to Gloria. “Was that her?” I asked excitedly.

“Yep. That’s the bitch,” she replied. “Oh sorry for the language… she always gets me riled up like that.”

“Maybe you should take her on then. I’m sure you could beat her.”

“I dunno,” she said half-heartedly. “I would, but I just don’t want to go and challenge her. I just wouldn’t know how…”

“Well, maybe after tonight you’ll feel more like it,” I reassured her.

“Yeah, maybe,” she said uncertainly. “Hey, let me show you around. There’s not much to see, but let me show you anyway. Besides, we have to wait for Tammy to finish changing and leave.”

I nodded my head in agreement, and then Gloria continued. “Obviously, this is the main dance area. The room is about 60 feet long by 35 feet wide. Note the 40-foot long full-wall mirror with handrail along its full length. This gives students the opportunity to watch themselves and mimic my dance movements. Folded up over there are exercise mats that the students use for limbering up before lessons. Those will come in handy in a few minutes…” she said, smiling coyly.

“And over here near the main entry, is the observation room. Note the one-way mirror so that a person within the room can see out, but no one can see in. Mostly, it’s used by parents to monitor their child’s progress without interfering with their concentration. Sometimes, I use it to observe particularly self-conscious students, too. Most of the students know about the room, but it doesn’t bother them as far as I can tell.”

I was fascinated with the observation room, thinking about the possibilities it would present for my own studio. Husbands could watch without interference, etc., etc.

After getting a good look at the observation room, Gloria steered me away. Tammy was just exiting the locker room / changing area as we entered. Her hair was down now and very attractively styled. Gloria took a moment to introduce me. “Hi Tammy, I’d like you to meet Mindy. She’s here for an individual lesson.”

“What’s the matter… are you a slow learner or something?” sneered Tammy, eyeing me from head to toe, clearly trying to intimidate me.

“No,” I replied coolly, touching the fabric of her blouse, taking its measure. “It’s just that I can afford it so much more than you.”

Before Tammy could respond, Gloria stepped between us, saying. “C’mon you two. We aren’t here to fight, are we?”

“Yeah. I guess not… But you don’t look like a dancer.” snickered Tammy.

“And you don’t look like a fighter,” I countered. “But no… I’m not here to fight with you, Tammy.”

Tammy gave me a dirty look and then sauntered away as Gloria & I continued into the locker room. I had no idea what her problem was... a real attitude to say the least. We looked around the locker room briefly before hearing the main entry door open, and then shut loudly. Oddly though, I didn’t hear any footfalls on the stairway. Oh well, she’s a dancer and probably just walks quietly, I assumed.

Gloria breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness she’s gone. Tammy can be a real pain.”

“You bet. I can see why you came to me. You really should take her down a notch. I’m sure you could do it!” I told her.

“Yeah maybe… but you saw her legs… really strong!”

“No stronger than your legs, I’d bet. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You are one tough, female! And… you know how to wrestle! I’m sure you could take her!”

“Yes… perhaps I could at that,” she responded, sounding a bit more confident. “But for now, let’s concentrate on tonight. I’m good to go. I’ll leave you here to change.”

Gloria went out the door to the main dance area to wait. I slipped off my street clothes and stepped into the dance-skin leotard and tights that Gloria had supplied. I took one last look at the script she’d provided, as it was her recounting of an argument she’d once had with Tammy, up to a certain point at least. Then I opened the door and entered the main dance area, a certain swagger to my step.

“Hey, where’d you put my dance slippers? Did you steal them or something?” I asked her belligerently, fully into the ‘Tammy persona’.

“C’mon. You know I wouldn’t do anything of the sort,” Gloria replied evenly.

“Well, they aren’t where I left them last week. Where’d you put them?” I replied hotly.

“Hey, I’m not your ‘mommy.’ Didn’t you ever learn to pick up after yourself?” she replied crisply.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice. You should show more respect to a paying customer,” I countered snidely.

“Just a minute,” she replied. Gloria walked over to the cash register and pulled out a wad of cash. “Here,” she spat, throwing the cash at me, hitting me in the chest. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. You’re no student of mine anymore. Take your money and get out… and don’t come back!”

“You snot! You think you’re prettier than me… or anyone else, for that matter!” she sneered, throwing the money back at me. “It’ll take more than money to get me out of here.”

“So… what is it you want Tammy… to fight me or something?” she asked.

I appeared to consider it. “Yeah… I suppose I would like to fight you Gloria… and winner keeps the money.”

“Okay… and either way, you never come back,” she returned.

“Agreed… but let’s make it wrestling… wouldn’t want to bruise you, or whatever,” I challenged.

“Hey, it’s your idea Tammy… you must be the one that’s worried about bruises… but I accept… on one condition,” she countered.

“So… what is it?” I asked

“Simple, we wrestle until one of us verbally submits to the other,” she said with conviction.

“Good. I agree. That should settle things,” I countered.

“Okay. Let’s pull out the exercise mats and get started,” she stated evenly.

Thus far, the script had gone well. I helped Gloria set the mats flush against the mirrored wall, pretending to help only grudgingly. I heard a soft, muffled sneeze from the direction of the observation room. Gloria was in the middle of dragging a mat, and obviously hadn’t heard. I was certain we weren’t alone… and I was pretty sure who it was. But I decided to say nothing about it… maybe that would be for the best.

By the time we were done, we’d assembled a large mat area for wrestling, maybe 20 x 25 feet. We were still dressed in our dance-skin leotards - Gloria in cranberry red and me in black. On the opposite side of the mat from me, Gloria dropped off her slippers, unsnapped her leotard at the crotch, and pulled down her white nylon tights and tossed them to the side. Then she re-snapped her leotard.

 I did likewise on my side of the mat. Neither of us wore panties. All we were left with were the dance-skin leotards!

We stepped onto the mat from opposite sides and began to circle each other slowly. The match would proceed pretty much unscripted from here, other than the Type II requirement. I looked over at Gloria, and she seemed quite into her part, clearly in her element here. I sneered at her, egging her on into attacking. But inwardly I was smiling, anticipating a very excellent time.

“Okay, Tammy. It’s time to pay the piper,” she hissed.

“Only in your dreams, Gloria. Only in your dreams…” I countered.

We locked up, trying to toss the other down. Instead, we hit the mat together with a thud, rolling back and forth trying to gain position. It wasn’t very pretty, but we’d agreed on more of a ‘wrestling brawl’ style for the match… nothing too fancy, as a real match between Gloria and Tammy probably wouldn’t be very polished.

Soon, Gloria was on top of me using a Schoolgirl pin to subdue me… for real! This woman was pretty darned good! I bridged, trying to get free, then tried to hook her with my right leg. But she was ready for both moves and soon was sitting atop my breasts, holding me in place.

“You should give up now, Tammy, before I humiliate you,” she said.

“No way!” I shouted, bridging again and tossing her over me, then rolling free. Gloria was going to be a handful, to be sure. But this was the way I liked it. A teacher wants her student to excel, even to the point of besting the teacher. But I wasn’t about to give up or anything. I’d test her fully tonight and measure whether she was wanting in any way.

Soon, we were tangled in each other again, rolling around the mat. I climbed onto her back at one point, trying to hold her steady with a hammerlock. But Gloria wriggled so badly, that I had to crank up the pressure really high. She shrieked, yelling, “You bitch! I’ll get you for this!”

“Not from where I’m sitting, you won’t!” I countered.

Gloria began to buck around, trying to throw me off. I could barely hang on, grabbing her with both hands by the shoulders. And then inspiration struck! I grabbed both of the shoulder straps of her dance-skin leotard as I flew backwards off of her. The leotard peeled right down her body, ending up inside out and tangled at her ankles, showing off her beautifully sculpted ass for the first time.

“You double dirty bitch!” she shrieked, kicking her leotard the rest of the way off. “Now I’m really pissed!”

Obviously, Gloria had never taken a class in advanced cussing, but what the hey… she was really pissed and heading right for me in her full naked glory! “C’mon… I’m ready for you,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I actually was. I’d really gotten her riled up!

The last thing I saw as she bowled me over was her brown pubic thatch. My curiosity had lingered too long, and now Gloria had those powerful thighs wrapped around my waist, squeezing with intense pressure. I let out a loud gasp, trying to pry my way free. Her hands tangled up with mine, limiting my ability to get free. This was the hold I feared from her most. Gloria’s legs were absolutely powerful, and I struggled vainly to get free. She was turned away from me and I could see the taut muscles in her ass & thighs contract as she brought pressure to bear on my waist. I steeled my reserves, holding out as best I could for the time being.

But after only a few minutes and with no forewarning, salvation greeted me in the form of a snapping sound at my crotch. Gloria was unsnapping my leotard, no doubt preparing to strip me naked! I was in no condition to resist as Gloria released the waist scissors, and then pulled my leotard off over my head.

I rolled away to the side to regroup and catch my wind. Gloria had weakened me badly and stripped me naked. But I was free, and that was what really mattered. Now I had a chance to look her over better as we circled each other warily. Her 34A boobs were ‘boinging’ around playfully as she moved, as opposed to my 36C boobs, which tended to sway slowly back & forth. Her crotch was bushy & unshaved, which I’d always felt to be the more erotic. Gloria’s muscular thighs were obvious now, revealing a small gap between her legs just below the crotch.

Gloria was looking me over as well, perhaps realizing for the first time that this encounter was something special… perhaps something to be enjoyed… and to the fullest! A smile crossed her face, and then her tongue slowly wet her lips from one side to the other. I returned the gesture, wondering how this might affect her request that the match remain non-sexual… at least until the finale. I’d just follow her lead, and see where things led.

It would be an interesting match from here… both naked… and both bent on sexually humiliating the other at the conclusion. Of course, only one of us would do that…

We approached and immediately went to a handclasp / test of strength. This was a poor move for Gloria, as her upper body strength wasn’t good. We struggled around in front of the mirror, trying to force the other to the mat. I could see Gloria’s taut ass and muscular thighs in the mirror as we twisted around each other. I pushed her backside into the mirror and held her tight there in a clinch, her ass resting atop the handrail. My breasts pressed hard against hers, and the contact was electric! Gloria sighed heavily… and then rubbed her breasts sideways against mine. I forced my left thigh between hers and rubbed against her crotch area. Despite my weakened state, Gloria hadn’t tried very hard to get free, obviously enjoying the contact.

Finally she pushed me away, and then maneuvered my back to the wall so my ass was now resting on the handrail. Still in a clinch/handclasp, it was now Gloria’s turn to press her body against mine. Her breasts plied against mine as her thigh now slipped between my legs, making intimate contact immediately. I let her have her way with me for a few moments, biding my time and trying to regain some of my strength, although another part of me was weakening fast.

I realized I’d have to get her off me soon, or I’d melt right there and she’d have me. I forced her away from the wall, hands still clasped together. She moved in close, and smacked her boobs against mine repeatedly. We went at it like this for a time, struggling against each other. Finally, I tripped her and we went down to the mat, hands still clasped together. Our legs entwined and our crotches were only millimeters apart as we rolled back and forth for a very long time, boobs flailing against boobs as we went.

I could see Gloria’s ass in the mirror as we rolled back & forth, and I knew she was eyeing my backside in the mirror as well. Finally, we rolled free of each other. Gloria lay on her back a moment too long, and I was on her quickly. I lay across her, face to face, and secured my left arm around her neck for a headlock. My right hand secured her right arm, and her left arm was trapped helplessly under my body. I forced my boobs upon her face for a smother hold, something I doubted she could do to me in return. Gloria’s eyes got big, as she saw those 36C’s coming towards her face. And then they were upon her, and I heard a muffled sound come from her lips. But when I let up the pressure for her to breathe, she started licking my nipples with her tongue. This was the best defense I’d ever come across for a breast smother, and I was reluctant to make her stop. Soon her seemingly helpless left hand had found its way between my thighs and her index finger was upon my moist clit. Clearly, Gloria had had some experience in this area!

I was the one in trouble now, so I reapplied the smother hold. But her finger kept stroking my clit! I had to break the hold quickly, or I’d likely lose the match. I thrashed free of her, but she followed my retreat. Clamping her hands onto my breasts from behind and squeezing one with each hand. I had had no idea that Gloria would fight dirty this way, but that was fine. I was determined to have my revenge.

We thrashed around, both of us on our knees, but Gloria was in control. Her female scent was now clearly in the air, as was mine. Soon, I saw my own tortured breasts in the mirror as Gloria squashed them against it. She released my breasts and then grabbed the handrail for leverage. Soon, she was forcing her body against my back, squashing my boobs against the handrail and mirror. My heaving breath started to fog the mirror as she worked me over. This was a completely new side to the demure dance instructor!!

I kicked my legs out and bridged, forcing Gloria to roll off me. I got up quickly and as Gloria started to rise, I pounced on her. I knocked her back down so her ass was sitting on the mat and her back was against the mirror. I forced my breasts against her face, and grabbed the handrails to apply more pressure. To my surprise, Gloria encircled her arms about me and squeezed ever harder. I was in a bear hug… but she was in a breast smother!!! Who would back down first??? Who would run out of air first???

At least I could still breathe some, and I knew Gloria was catching a whiff of air from time-to-time, so the struggle continued for some time. Finally, I’d had enough, and forced her arms off me. I limply rolled off her backwards, feigning weakness. Gloria pounced quickly, but I was ready for her, catching her in a waist scissors as she leapt at me. It was payback time! Our hands clasped together and I wasn’t about to let go. I squeezed and squeezed my legs around her waist, watching Gloria’s face grimace in pain as she gradually weakened. To her credit, she tried to twist free, and finally did get her arms free, but she couldn’t break the viselike grip of my legs. I could see us clearly reflected in the mirror, Gloria’s finely chiseled ass rising and falling, struggling in vain to get free.

I was in control, and not about to let her go. I knew from our practice sessions that Gloria could really dish out the punishment with her leg scissors. But I also knew, that in return, she couldn’t take the same sort of punishment for long. I used this to full advantage as I watched Gloria weaken, finally to putty. Once I was certain, I released her and pushed Gloria onto her back on the mat.

I mounted Gloria in a Schoolgirl pin, and before she fully realized what was going on, my naked butt was planted firmly on her boobs and my knees were over her shoulders. She kicked limply, trying to get free, realization slowly coming of her predicament.

“No, Tammy… no,” she said weakly.

“I beat you and this is my reward. You have to submit to me… I’ll sit on you all night until you do,” I replied matter-of-factly.

Strangely, Gloria didn’t really look that ill at ease, a smile slowly settling onto her face. “Okay Tammy, you win… but if I do this, you’re gonna owe me a rematch.”

“Anytime at all sister, anytime at all,” I purred, slipping my hot, wet pussy closer to her lips. Gloria’s tongue soon flicked to life, and… well… you know. Shortly thereafter, while struggling in the throws of a violent orgasm, I heard soft footfalls behind me going down the stairs and realized that our secret observer had departed. Gloria was oblivious to it all as my thighs pretty much covered her ears. Finally, the wild convulsions were over and I rolled off of Gloria to recover.

Per our agreement, I didn’t pleasure Gloria. But I wasn’t at all surprised a few moments later to hear her moaning loudly. I looked over to see her finger rapidly stroking herself, finally squealing loudly in ecstasy. I couldn’t blame her for it in any way. This sort of match can be overwhelmingly erotic!

After a time, we finally rose and went into the locker room / changing area to put on our street clothes. Gloria was the first to speak. “You know, I kind of wish we had wrestled more, instead of brawling so much. I mean, what were all those lessons for, anyway?”

“Hey, you handled yourself well,” I told her. “I’m sure you’d have done well with pure wrestling, too. But tonight was probably more true to form if you were to fight Tammy, wasn’t it?” There, I’d asked the $64,000 question.

“Yeah… I guess so…” she replied. “But the match was so erotic… it threw me off my rhythm, so to speak, so the wrestling moves went right out the window. I see now, though, that a fight against Tammy may have been real similar. Maybe that’s the problem between us… a mutual attraction we don’t want to admit… I dunno… But, I really meant it about wanting a rematch with you… I’ll be more ready for anything next time. Who knows, maybe we’ll even wrestle?” she laughed.

“And I really meant it when I said ‘anytime you want’… except though… not next week. I have a prior engagement I can’t get out of.” I had lied to her, knowing what probably would take place here that night.

“Oh, that’s okay, but let’s try for the following week, alright?” she asked.

“Sounds fine to me,” I replied, slipping on my shoes, ready to depart.

We walked down the stairs together and Gloria locked up. We said our good nights and drove off into the night to our separate destinations. But, unlike Gloria, I had a fair idea of what might transpire at the dance studio one week from tonight. I was certain that it had been Tammy watching from the observation room. And, if I stayed out of the way, I figured there was a good chance that Gloria could have her fantasy fulfilled, but in reality this time.

‘But would it happen?’ I pondered. A large smile formed on my lips as I realized that there was an easy way to find out…

The End (at least for now)