Ella's POV:
"bring your body baby, I can bring you fame"
Rain slid down the windows of the studio making the already crappy day seem even more of a waste. Staring at the chorographer TC I couldn't help but admire the way he moved so simply and elegantly as he explained each and every different move.
Stretching the soreness of my neck out, the click of the door could be heard as my eyes immediately shot up to the source of the sound. Seeing the blonde hair, my eyes narrowed as I watched her quietly make her way over to me.
"Becca, why are you so late?" Even though the answer was obvious from her worn out look; bags under her eyes, hair messily pulled back on her head, she had clearly been up all night.
"TC had me work a private." My eyebrows furrowed, quietly growling at the girl beside me for being so naïve to agree to something like that in the first place. It was in no way a part of our "agreement" with him.... in fact it was not even close.
"That's dangerous." Her blues eyes rolled to the back of her head completely ignoring the fact she was probably lucky to even be here right now.
"Well, TC wants you to take Madison's tonight so you better learn to play with danger." My eyes widened hearing the words coming out of her mouth.
"Like a private?" Shaking her head, my nerves immediately calmed until she decided to ruin that by speaking again.
"It's a group, there's five of them. Apparently their regulars...pay big money." An unsettling feeling spread throughout my entire body, thinking about all the possibilities of who these people were.
I had never done anything close to a private; it was made clear from the beginning that none of us remotely wanted that. Now, both Rebecca and Madison were involved in them and I was the only one left. Maybe I shouldn't feel so surprised TC, had been slowly and carefully reeling us in since day 1 with promises of 'big money'. It was safe to say none of us exactly knew what we were getting ourselves into. We had blindly walked into something, desperate for some money to help pay with school.
To be fair he wasn't very informative when he had pulled us aside, saying he needed extra help with dance, and that we were the 'perfect match'. All we needed to know was that we were going to get payed for our services, and that it wasn't some community work he was trying to guilt us into.
"Ella." TC was standing in front of my feet, impatience clearly shown on his face.
"Yes?" Bending down his index finger bent indicating for me to come closer to him.
"Wear something pretty tonight." His breath whispered in my ear, making my entire body shiver under his intense gaze.
"I-I'm not going." I could see his jaw clench as he roughly pulled my face to the side, before whispering in it again.
"You are going. You'll wear something nice, and you won't fucking pull this shit again." His words were slow and full of venom making me instantly pull back from his grip.
"Be there by 12. I'll text you the address." Waiting to release a breath of anger until he was all the way in the front of the studio again, Rebecca placed her hand gently on my shoulder.
"It's not worth fighting with him about it...now that's dangerous." Knowing it was no sense in fighting with her I waved her off with a flick of my hand.
The rest of the class had consisted of me continuously screwing up what I was supposed to do. My nerves were getting the best of me and every time I made a wrong move TC had noticed giving a warning look.
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Fanfiction"She's mine." He purred as he watched her hands snake up the length of her curves. Leaning forwards in his seat, his tongue eagerly glided over the bottom of his lips. "She's no ones." His eyes didn't once leave the Blonde gliding across the floor...
