Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (12 page)

Prue groaned as the alarm clock on her cell phone chimed.
How the hell is it eight o’clock already?
She rolled out of bed, wincing as her rubbery legs almost gave out. Prue was rapidly reaching the conclusion that while a sex-filled night with Cyrus was seven million kinds of awesome, it was hell on teaching dance the morning after. She switched the alarm off, trying to decide if she should get back in bed for half an hour or hit the shower.

She looked at the cause of her suffering. Cyrus slept sprawled out on his back, naked as the day he was born, and Prue glared at where his dick nestled happily, totally unthreatening, against his heavy balls. She stuck her tongue out at the offending member, then hurriedly glanced at Cyrus’s face in case he’d seen her gesture. Sticking her tongue out at his dick would either be cause for punishment or an invitation for a blow job, neither of which Prue had time for if she planned to be in any kind of shape to teach dance this morning. Fortunately, he wasn’t awake yet, and Prue decided not to wake him as she settled on a shower as her next course of action. She suspected that shower time with Cyrus would turn into sex time with Cyrus, and she didn’t think she could handle any more nookie.

She grabbed her dance wear from the closet, grateful that Cyrus had been so considerate as to have her things moved into his house the day before. She made her way gingerly to the bathroom, puzzling briefly over the controls for the shower before taking a deep breath and tugging a couple of the handles, turning them to what she hoped was a reasonable temperature. She yelped as she was pelted by icy drops from the ceiling and scalding streams from the walls, happy that Cyrus wasn’t there to watch her as she hopped back and forth. She ran around like a maniac for a few moments, trying to avoid the spray as she worked to adjust the temperature, and she grumbled to herself that she’d have to be careful not to have too much sex with Cyrus in the future on nights before she had a class to teach.

Finally, Prue had the hang of the multiple dials and handles, and she sighed in pleasure as gently steaming water pelted her from every angle. The enormous shower head on the ceiling rained fat drops down on her, while the heads lining the walls sprayed her with enough force to work the soreness out of her aching muscles. She felt herself relax completely and was already looking forward to future showers, with or without Cyrus.

Reluctantly, Prue turned the shower off and stepped out, toweling off with one of the luxurious bath sheets hanging close by. She rubbed a second towel briskly through her hair, getting the excess dampness out before rolling it into a heavy bun high on the back of her head. She always wore her hair up to teach, and there was really no point in blow drying it first. Also, she didn’t want to wake Cyrus, thinking that if he was half as worn out as her, she’d let him sleep.

After applying a minimum of makeup and donning her dance gear, Prue looked appraisingly at herself in the mirror. She knew she’d have to earn the respect of her new students, and she knew they’d already be thinking of her as Cyrus’s sub. She wanted to show them that just because she was a sub didn’t mean she couldn’t be a strong teacher, and looking her best always made Prue feel more confident. She felt average in so many ways, she wanted to make the most of what she had.

Unfortunately, this morning didn’t seem to be a great morning for that. There were dark circles under Prue’s eyes, and although she had a decidedly satisfied look about her face, she was sure it would be glaringly obvious that she hadn’t slept much. She shrugged mentally. Oh well, she could still teach dance looking like hell, and if anyone commented on how tired she looked, she’d do her best to look smug. She reminded herself that she was Cyrus’s sub, and at this precise moment there was no one else in the world who could say that.

That thought in mind, Prue made her way through the bedroom, throwing on a pair of flip-flops and grabbing her ballet shoes on her way. She cast one last lingering look at Cyrus, wishing she could crawl back into bed with him. She felt her eyes brighten. This afternoon was her first session with Alejandro, and she’d get to play with Cyrus tonight and tomorrow. With a shiver, she wondered what they’d be working on first.

* * * *

Prue checked her music for the umpteenth time, satisfying herself that the sound system in the room would work the way it was supposed to. She moved to the barre to do another series of stretches. She was waiting for her new students to arrive, and she was more than willing to admit she was totally nervous. She always got nervous when she was about to start teaching a new group. She loved meeting new people and seeing their progress, but the beginning was always tricky. Sometimes students came in with a crummy attitude and weren’t willing to push themselves, and other times they were way too confident when they couldn’t dance to save their lives, blaming Prue for their own clumsiness and inability to pick up the moves.

Prue brought herself back to the present as she heard feminine laughter outside the door, and she turned to greet the newcomers just as Lulu and Callie came barreling in.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re Cyrus’s sub!” Lulu’s shriek had Prue grinning, putting her instantly at ease.

“Well…” Before Prue could finish, Callie interrupted, her face full of laughter.

“I’ve never seen anyone so stunned as Alejandro! Honestly, Lu, you should have seen the look on his face!” Callie giggled uncontrollably, setting Prue off as well.

“I wish I’d been there.” Lulu’s look was wistful before brightening up again, and she reached out and poked Prue in the side, making Prue shriek and jump away. “You told me you only danced together when you met! Was any of that dancing…horizontal?” Lulu grinned slyly.

Prue poked her back, making the tiny woman squeal. “None of your beeswax, missy.”

Callie’s eyes were as big as saucers. “Ooh, you’ve met Cyrus before?”

Prue rolled her eyes, giving Lulu a dirty look. “Yeah, we met at a dance club in Honolulu.”

Callie nodded. “That would have been Piña, right?”

Prue was surprised. “Oh, you’ve been there before?”

Callie shook her head. “No, but it just makes sense. Cyrus owns it.”

Prue felt her mouth fall open, but before she could question Callie further, another group of women entered the studio, all of them chatting excitedly.

Lulu reached for Prue’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’ll chat later.”

Prue smiled at Lulu, then focused back on the women who’d just come in. She did a head count, knowing she should be expecting ten participants in total, and saw that two of them had not arrived yet. She addressed the rest of the women who were now looking at her expectantly.

“Good morning ladies, we’re just waiting for a couple more before we get started. Please feel free to chat for now, and I’ll get your attention when it’s time to begin.”

The women all smiled and started chatting animatedly again, and Prue was happy to recognize a few of the subs from the course she was taking. This dance class was geared specifically toward subs since that’s what Callie had recommended her for, and Prue wondered if she’d be able to teach a course for Dommes in future. The idea made her a little nervous, but it would be kind of cool to teach the female equivalents of Cyrus.

Prue’s attention came back to reality as the door opened once more and a stunning woman with jet black hair and translucent skin entered, followed immediately by the tiny Latina from yesterday. Prue smiled at her, secretly pleased she was wearing athletic gear rather than the kitten outfit. Prue stifled a giggle as she thought about the woman doing some of the choreography Prue had planned while she was furry, with her tits and ass on display.

Prue put the headset microphone in place and clicked it on. It was the best way to be heard over the music since she liked it loud, and it meant her hands were free.

“Good morning, ladies!”

The noise in the room stopped immediately, and all the women turned to look at Prue expectantly, a few of them smiling and saying good morning back.

“If everyone can have a seat, we’ll do some quick introductions and then get down to business.” Prue always started her dance classes this way, with a little bit of talking in order to start the process of making sure everyone felt comfortable. She wasn’t interested in teaching dance classes where women competed with one another or judged each other, and she wanted to make sure everyone knew a little about everyone else’s story. That was why she always went first.

“I’m Prue, and I’ll be teaching this class twice a week for the next six weeks. I want to welcome all of you, and to say that no matter where you are with dance experience, by the time we’re done here, you’ll be comfortable workin’ it in front of anyone.” Prue was pleased when many of the women giggled. It seemed like a fun crowd.

“I’d like everyone to introduce themselves, and tell us why you want to dance. And careful, ladies.” Prue held up a finger, waggling it comically at everyone. “Don’t just say you want to dance because your Dom or Domme wants you to. You have to give me a reason why it’s something you’re doing for yourself. I’ll go first.” Prue gave everyone a moment to think about what they wanted to say, then launched into her reasons for dancing. She was taking a risk with what she was about to say to these women, but in this case it seemed like a good move.

“I dance because it’s literally in my blood. My mom was a stripper.” Prue paused as the women went totally silent. “My mom was incredible onstage, and it was impossible to tear your eyes off of her when she danced. I dance because I aspire to be as amazing a dancer as her.”

Prue was thrilled to see the big grins from all the women in the room, and she smiled back at them. She turned to her right, where Callie was sitting.

“I’m Callie, and I want to dance because it makes me feel pretty.” Callie looked sideways at Prue. “And the last time I took a dance class from Prue and showed my Dom what I learned, I could barely walk for a week. This time I’m hoping it’s a month.”

Prue laughed along with Callie, loving the squeals and catcalls the other women made.

“I’m Lulu. I want to dance because I grew up watching Cyrus.” Prue stared at Lulu as the little woman made her statement, looking more serious than Prue had ever seen her. “I love watching him dance, not because of any kind of sexy thing—ew, he’s like my brother—but I just love how cool it is to see. I’d love to learn to move across a stage like that.”

One of the other subs laughed. “Are you planning a whip routine as well?”

The other women laughed, Lulu the hardest of all of them. “Can you imagine me with a whip? I don’t think so.”

Prue was struck by the woman sitting next to Lulu. It was the raven-haired beauty who’d come in along with the kitten sub, and she was the only one who hadn’t cracked a smile since she’d entered.

“I am Olenka.” The woman spoke with a thick Russian accent. “I take class because there is no dance here. I was ballerina in Russia, and I miss beauty and discipline.” She nodded at Prue, finished with her statement.

Prue smiled warmly, a little intimidated by the beautiful Russian. She didn’t really act like a sub, but Prue wasn’t about to ask. If the woman wanted to dance, she wasn’t about to turn her away.

The introductions continued for another few minutes, and by the end all the women seemed relaxed as they smiled at one another. All, that is, but Olenka. Prue wasn’t about to let it bother her, so she grinned at all of them and hopped to her feet.

“Okay, girls, let’s do some warming up. Don’t take anything further than what’s comfortable for you, and have fun with it! I want to see
attitude!
” Prue hollered the last bit, and all the women cheered. Prue grabbed the remote and pressed play, and the room instantly filled with a pop song about some girl comparing the guy she missed to candy.

Prue loved pop music for these classes, the more upbeat the better. She tried to incorporate all the popular Pop-Tarts in her classes. She was always current with her music, and she knew from experience that the more sugary the song, the bouncier the women would be.

Facing the mirror so that the women behind her could see what she was doing, front and back, Prue began leading them in a warm-up designed to energize and make them feel like a million dollars. That was really what Prue’s classes were about, making these women feel good about themselves.

She watched them in the mirror, noting happily that all of them were keeping up. No one with two left feet in this class. She narrowed her eyes as she watched Olenka, the woman’s innate grace and perfect control backing up her story about having been a ballet dancer. Prue would have to speak with her at some point. The woman was way beyond what Prue would be teaching in this class, and Prue didn’t want her to be bored as she moved at a slower pace with the other women who had less experience. She made a mental note to speak with Olenka one-on-one at her earliest opportunity.

The warm-up complete, Prue called back to the women following her. “Okay, girls, time to work that pelvis! Let’s open it up, work it out, and discover the true meaning of rocking our hips!” As she went to a wall and rose to her toes, rocking her pelvis back and forth, Prue bent her knees and lowered herself down a little with each rock. She looked around to see all the women following her, and she smiled as one of her favorite tunes came on.

“Okay, girls, rock those hips with attitude!” Prue talked the women through the exercise, praising them and calling out encouragement as a few of them groaned. She kept the pace peppy, knowing they’d be tired afterward but wanting them to really get a feel for the sensuality of dance. She looked at the women, pleased with their progress, and found she was really looking forward to their next class.

Prue took a long pull from her water bottle, calling good-bye to the last of the women as they trickled out of the dance studio. They’d all seemed tired but happy, and many of them had thanked her for her efforts. Olenka was still the only one who seemed aloof, and Prue reminded herself to ask Cyrus how best to get in touch with the stunning Russian.