At Your Service (BWWM)

Chapter 22

"Okay left, right, let's go. One, two, three. Again! One, two three."

I groaned as I moved my feet in accordance with Dyan only to get them stepped on by her feet numerous times.

She smiled sheepishly whispering a sorry now and again. I could feel my anger rising with each accidental step she makes on my foot. She was doing it on purpose and we both knew it.

"Okay, let's take a break," said the female teacher. "You two, um, Dyan and Troy come here."

We were one pair of four in the room so it was easy for her to remember our names.

I walked over to her Dyan hot on my heels and I had to briskly to ensure she wouldn't step on my heel. Trust me Dyan looked good, rapped good but dancing was one thing she sucked at.

"What's the problem?" The teacher asked pursing her red lips at us. "You two know the moves so why is it so hard to put them forth?"

Her baby blues stared us down and she turned her head to Dyan– her black ponytail tail flipping around. "Dyan come."

She gestured to the dancefloor and Dyan walked with her. Their heels tapped as they walked on the cherry wood floor. Sandra– our teacher took her through the dance again and I couldn't help staring as she moved.

Her toned legs performed each move beautifully while her head was held high staring into Sandra's eyes with confidence.

Sandra twirled her then connected their hands with a double overhead spin and their red dresses flew up to expose their thighs.

They stopped and Sandra's lips started to move but my eyes were so engrossed in Dyan's body that I didn't hear a word she said.

Her fingers snapped in front of my eyes and I jumped with a bewildered look. "Yeah?"

"If you're done gawking at your lady I think she wants to dance," Sandra said as Dyan smirked.

"Yeah sure," I said as I held out my hand to the smirking devil.

She smiled arching a brow from my right and stepped gracefully onto the dance floor. My eyes occasionally drifted to her legs as she placed one in front of the other. I had to admit she had killer legs.

"Try not to accidentally step on my foot," I advised as I turned to face her.

Her smirk didn't leave her face and a glint of amusement flashed in her eyes. I could see a challenge brewing in them. Her lips change from a smirk to a pout as we positioned ourselves for the dance.

"I'll try," she pouted before smiling deviously. "But what will happen if it happens again?"

I eyed her warningly but this seemed to make her jovial mood increase.

"You'll regret it. That's all you need to know, Cupcake," I replied curtly as Sandra called over the other people to the dancefloor.

Dyan raised a brow with a daring look in her eyes - those chocolate mochas and her lips part as she leaned towards my ear.

"I don't mind being punished, Troy. Especially if you're the one doing it," she whispered snaking her free hand onto my chest and I tensed under her touch.

I took a sharp intake of breath and her lips tug further into a pleased smile. Her hand ran up to my shoulder gently squeezing and massaging it moving to my arm. I growled as she grabbed my hand and forced it to grab her ass. Yeah, sure I was forced to do that.

It made a small smacking sound and Dyan's eyes closed in content as her lips part. "Is that what you want to do Troy? Spank me?"

I was about to answer when Sandra cleared her throat. We turned towards her to see a look of amusement on it. The other students were busy conversing with their partners and some were practicing the steps of the dance.