A long lane at night

2.18. HEAT Part 2

The studio was already open and there were already about ten other guys of age similar to ours there. There was also another employee, but Nate didn't register her. His eyes had found what all those men had in common and his face went as red as the stiletto heels that were being handed to us.

'Stretch your feet before you put them on and try and get as comfortable as possible walking with them before the dance instructor arrives,' the employee said all that with a polite smile and I took both pairs from her hand. I was happy to see no other guy had been brave enough to ask for the red stilettos. Nate obviously wasn't feeling brave either, but he didn't have much of a choice anymore.

We walked to a bench on the corner and I sat down, starting to take my trainers off and stretching my feet as I had been told. Nate was still looking at the girl with his mouth open.

'Did she— Did she— Did she say "dance instructor"?'

'She did!', I said, grabbing his hand and making him sit by my side. I was already putting the shoes on. 'Come on, Munchkin. You have to be able to walk in heels before you can dance in them.'

'Can you walk in heels?'

'Is that a challenge?'

'It's a very honest question.'

'Watch me.'

I stood up, feeling my balance just as fine. I looked straight ahead and without moving my head, I walked a perfect beeline to the other end of the large room. I was focused on my own reflection in the mirror in front of me. I ignored even Nate's dumbfounded stare. I must admit, I really enjoyed the praise it earned me from all the other guys. Because I was feeling extra special, I placed a hand on my hip before turning to Nate. He was fucking me with his eyes and I was living for it.

'Come to me, Nate. I'm right here,' I said, opening my arms.

'How can you do that?' He said a bit loudly because of the distance between us. 'And stop talking to me like you talk to our daughter, I'm not a toddler.'

I could have sworn one of the guys was suffering from a cuteness overload attack. That made me smile.

'Stand up and find your balance before you take a step,' I said and the professor in me knew I had more than one pupil right now. 'Look ahead, find a fixed point and don't look away from it. Simply move towards this one point and don't think about anything else.'

I could bet my house and my job that Nate's focus point was my mouth, but it did the trick. He wasn't exactly graceful, but it wasn't so bad and he managed to get to me without tripping or falling. And, since he was so focused on my lips, I decided to reward him with a kiss.

'That was so sweet!' Another guy said. He had just entered the studio, but he was already walking perfectly on his stilettos. He was probably the teacher for tonight. 'That is indeed the best tactics, find a focus point and just move towards it. Grace comes with time.'

He placed himself in the centre of the studio before speaking to the whole group.

'Welcome, everyone. My name is Killian Hill and I'll be your instructor for today's class of freestyle stiletto dance for beginners. I will teach you some basic moves first and then you're free to let your creative juices flow.'

Nate was nervous at first, but I knew he had a fun time as much as me. It was a great thing to take our minds off things, focusing on how quickly our toes were trying to murder us while learning some insane dance steps.

The freestyle part was the best one. Killian blasted some awesome pop tunes and we let ourselves go free. We moved until we felt like we couldn't anymore, but then the music would change and we just had to dance to the next one. Then, a too-familiar tune started and Nate almost shouted in surprise, 'Killian, stop the music! Stop the music!'