The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 28 - Sexy (Mature)

We didn't have rehearsal the following day; I stayed at home, curled up, kind of upset that I gave him oral sex. I shouldn't have, I didn't know where he had been. It was wrong, I was so overcome with want... he made me... crazy. But I liked that I could say I did it, I liked that I could feel that emotion for dance, to make it better. To be reckless, to hook up with a man I knew jut the basic information about, was a moment in most young twenty year olds lives. I think the Black Swan would be so sexy, she would be captivating much like Harry, so maybe moments like this would aid into my dancing.

I had been spinning around my living room on and off throughout the day, I needed space. I needed to take a step back from dance, just for a day. I had eaten dinner when there was a text buzzing from my phone.

Go to the mall; buy something that makes you feel sexy.

I don't want to.

Why not?

I don't know how to be sexy Harry.

That's where your issues lie. You count yourself out. You were sexy last night.

On my fucking knees for you.

Ah, see, there comes your backbone. Get up, go to Beauté, get to some other girly store, and feel sexy. The shop is right in Manhattan

I honestly am far too timid. One blow job and dancing slutty does not a Black Swan make.

I'll meet you at the shop, in half hour.

I drew a breath, shaking a bit. This was so strange, wasn't it? I had no idea. Maybe it was so easy to go along with whatever he said because I did have that mutual respect we had from dancing, the trust I had for him catching me. I got dressed and readied myself, then drove into the city, seeing a French lingerie shop. I found him sitting outside the store, texting on his iPhone, God it looked so tiny in hands. I flushed, thinking of his hands all over my body the other night.

"Why am I doing this?" I breathed out, standing in front of him.

"Because you need to get sexual, sex appeal, sexy feeling, all of it, fast. It is the first major key that makes this character." He pushed me into the store, starting right along with me. I swallowed, so embarrassed. "Do you own a thong?"

"Of course I don't."

"Ah, now you own," he grabbed a handful. "Five."

"No." I put them down and he turned his eyes so intense. I shrunk a bit.

"Do you want to fail? Do you want to be the one Ricci woman who brings down an entire show?" I swallowed and shook my head. "Then let's get you feeling sexy, own your body. You have a fantastic body."

"I'm a prude," I blushed. "Doing that with you... in the club? That was so out of the norm for me."

"Good. Get out of it. Tell me," He leaned in closer, my back hitting one of the counters. I was lost in his eyes, in this intense gaze he held, so focused on the words coming from his mouth.

"Tell me it didn't make you feel amazing, feeling sexy, all eyes on you and you alone. Don't you want that, all the time? That would happen if you became the Black Swan, all the time. Not only that but wasn't it fantastic," he leaned in closer, his voice low in my ear. "To make me moan," his hands went up my leg, holding my behind. "Don't be scared of what you shy away from. Embrace it. Clearly your innocent persona isn't working for you."

I inhaled, smelling his cologne. "Help me pick out one thong, one."

We started walking around, viewing different styles of sexy lingerie. He had me pick out an incredibly sexy bra and matching thong. It was this beautiful pale pink fabric, lacy, romantic but a bit edgy for me.