The Dancing Torera

8

Esteban

I saunter into the dimly lit plaza to observe the family of sleeping bulls. They were disgusting, ugly beasts... all of them.

One bull still pranced around his cage in the corner, kicking the gates in annoyance, agitated by his restraints. I stare with hatred as I remember the bull that killed my father. He was gored almost two years ago to this day.

It's wet nose puffed out air as I approach it.

"Next month you will be mine" I curse and spit in it's cave. It bucks its feet, charging at the gate to attack me but the iron halted its path.

"Stupido" I chuckled hatefully and spit in it's face. I would kill every bull in Espana like my life depended on it.

As I turn to leave the stadium, I hear the sultry voice of a female in the distance.

"El toro!" the voice yells with power. I carefully step up the stairs to observe the commotion among the calm.

I chuckle as I see the dancer from earlier.

My god, was she every bit of woman.

A tiny red skirt accentuated every wonderful curve across her body while her low cut top showed off her youthful bosoms; her shiny umber skin glistened against the night sky. She looked more radiant than before.

A small puppy played the role of her bull as she practiced the dance of the bull. Her contagious laughter echoed through the empty stands.
I watch her for a few more moments before I decided to reveal my presence.

"Only thing left is to kill the beast" I make my presence known.

Her eyes fall to my figure and she quickly stops. We stare at each other in silence until her puppy comes and pounces against my foot.

"Get off" I gently kick it. It refuses to leave my side and instead, decided to pee on my foot.

"Yuck" I shoo it away.

"Good boy" she rejoices, "That means he hates you" she smiles satisfyingly, probably remembering what I had done to her earlier. He crouched low to begin to poop but she clapped urgently. "Coco! Stop that!" she scolds it but couldn't contain her laughter.

"So this is funny to you?" I tease.

"A little" she shrugs and crosses her arms, "it's what you deserve" she smiles with satisfaction.

"You know...the pee on my shoe is starting not to look so bad Senorita" I grin pridefully.

"Hmm?" she titled her head with confusion. I signal her to look at the pile of bull dung her right foot rested in.

"Ewww!!!" she screamed and ran to the wall to scrape it off.  I clap victoriously as I watch her squirm.

"Now were even"I shrug and continue to observe her slender form. "So what are you doing here at a time like this?" I ask curiously.

"Training" she answers nonchalantly.

"For what?"

"To be a matrado silly."

"Funny and beautiful" I grin.

"I wasn't joking jefe" she stands and turns to face me.

"Aren't you a female?" I scoff.

She felt her busty chest and squeezed them playfully, "last time I checked." she pouts playfully.

"So it's outlawed. Females are prohibited from participating in bullfighting"

"Laws are just gentle suggestions made to the masses. Like opinions" she smiles and wraps the red blanket seductively around her slender body. "There are female trodereas in Chile, Argentina, and Cuba. But I will be the first in Spain." she vowed not missing a step of her plan.

I slowly approach her and unravel the blanket from around her waist. I snatch her waist in and face it to the center. "Pull the sheet as if you were weaving through water." I pull her stomach in closer and place her hand to each corner of the cape.

She follows my movements and whips the sheet confidently.

"And your stance is all wrong. Open your feet wider when you face the bull and lift your arms. You want the cape to act as your guide" I whisper excitedly against her cheek, purposely invading her comfort.

Anais

Chills trail down my body as my space is conquered by his presence. His healthy arms pull in my waist against his toned stomach as he directs me. My heart paces uncontrollably as his cool breath tickles my skin.

We were dangerously close.... too close to remain at peace. I knew I should have pushed him away, but....I prayed he would never let me go.

His green eyes pierce into my spirit as he observes my glossy lips. He holds my chin high and adjusts my form.

"There. Now you look like a torera."  he smiles, slowly running his fingers down my exposed back.

"You said it's outlawed for females to fight?"

"I did" he nods.

"So why are you helping me?"

"So you can prove me wrong" he whispers against my lips and lets me go. I blush then curse him under my breath for letting me go.

Why did I long for the peace I felt in his arms?
How I longed to familiarize his scent once more.

He begins to walk out the arena, back to the
fiesta when I halt his actions.  "wait!" I interject hopelessly.

"Señorita" he turns to face me.

"Isn't.... this is the part where you beg for my name or something?" I mumbled, wrinkling the blanket between my hands.

He leans against the gate and runs his palm through his curly hair, "You said you wanted to be Spain's first ever female matador, right?"

"Yes" I nod confidently

"Then.... I'll learn it soon enough". he winks and turns to leave once more.