Dance Boiz

Yuuri, the Pole Dancing Savage

Yuuri's POV

I might not look like it, but I am a self-pronounced mess. I woke up late, got to the station on time for the train but then missed it, ran all the way to work only to bump into the teacher before me, then couldn't form words when I saw how stunningly attractive he was. I think I actually may have blacked out while talking to him, one minute he's helping me up; the next, I'm being pulled into the studio by one of my students.

Oh, god, I hope I didn't say anything embarrassing.

All I know is my face burns and I can't stop myself from thinking about him. My mom is in one of his classes and she's been begging me to come earlier and talk to him in the hopes that we'd hit it off but I've been too awkward to actually take the initiative. If I had known he was actually that gorgeous, I would have bumped into him a lot earlier.

Anyways, teaching. Yes, gotta teach my class. Alllllright.

I turn around from absentmindedly putting my stuff down only to find that my whole class has already set up their poles and are staring at me.

I choke a little on my water and immediately set it down.

"Geez, you guys are already set to go. Sorry I was late, but-"

"So, did you get his number, or do I have to?" Chris blurted out and the class snickered.

"Oh ha ha," I said sarcastically after regaining my composure from that sudden outburst. "No, I didn't get his number, he's the teacher before me so it's basically like a coworker thing."

"I'm just saying, he's pretty cute and he seemed to be into you just as much as you looked to be into him." Chris spoke up again, making my blush come back.

"Okay, well, I think we should get started, seeing as we're now fifteen minutes behind," I say as I take off my sweat pants and jacket, now only in my spanks and crop top. "Alright, is everyone warm? Make sure your pole is oiled up because we're going to start with some drills"

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Tuesday of the next week, I rush in early only to find Victor's class and Victor himself are already packed up and gone. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Did he think I was just some whorrish klutz? I'm sure most people wouldn't like to be run over by someone only for them to stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time with some probable dumbstruck look on their face.

Either way, I use this extra time to set up poles. Once that's done, I plug in my iPhone to the stereo and pull up the song I've been making a routine to for quite some time. I figure practicing it in the studio alone will not only help me de-stress but also maybe get farther on it since I've been experiencing an artistic rut for some while now.

I hit play and let my self get lost in the song.

((I don't really have a song in mind here but I imagine it's something like Jon Bellion or another pop-ish song (or the song Donald Trump Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack - listen to it it's actually so good)))

before I know it there's a figure peeking in through the door as I am hanging upside down with only my legs keeping me from falling. and I almost do when I realize who it is.

"I don't think I could do that if I tried" Victor chuckles, cocking his head to the side to try and make eye contact with me.

I come down smoothly, even though I was shaking with nerves and make my way over to him.

"Ah, yeah it's not as hard as it looks actually. I mean, it takes core and leg and arm strength but so does jazzersize, I'm sure." Looking up after speaking (when did I start staring at the ground?) I see the smile in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"Care to show me just how easy it is?" Victor says as he leans against the door. Is he flirting with me? Do I like it?

Yes. yes, I love this.

"Uhm, alright come over here. uh grab some chalk for your hands first though."