Jacked

by Chance Carter

  Jane notices she is feeling a bit wet and somewhat turned on.

  She hears the other girls come into the washroom, turning on the taps to wash their faces. Jane quickly puts the dildo back in the box and hides it with her sweater in her bag. Quickly, she gets changed, stretching the leggings over her legs, pulling the tutu up to her waist, and pulling the tank top over her waist-less body.

  She fusses about in the stall, waiting for the girls to leave. Walking out of the stall, she looks at herself in the mirror and sees her straggly, mouse-brown hair.

  “God, I feel so plain,” she says to herself.

  The dance instructor, Martha, marches into the bathroom with a clipboard in hand.

  “Come, Jane, we don’t have much time. Get over there to get your hair and makeup done, pronto,” she orders, pulling at Jane’s arm.

  Jane follows orders and goes over to Cindy, the makeup lady, brushing by Valerie.

  Valerie whispers in Jane’s ear, “Did you have fun with the cock in the bathroom?”

  Horrified, she pretends she doesn’t hear.

  “Come on, Jane. Sit here. Boy, we have quite a mop to work with, don’t we?”

  Cindy’s comments sting, especially since Jane is already feeling hurt from being picked on.

  In 20 minutes, Cindy has Jane’s hair pulled up and curled in ringlets, and bright colors applied on her eyes and lips. She dusts sparkles around her cheeks and eyes, making Jane look like Kate Winslet from the Titanic. When Cindy spins Jane around on the chair to see herself, Jane is shocked that the beautiful person in the mirror is her.

  Cindy whispers into Jane’s ear, “They won’t be expecting this, will they. Go show ‘em what you’ve got, sister.”

  Jane is floored, and feels pretty for the first time in her life. She can’t believe what a bit of hair and makeup help can do. No one will recognize her at all and she loves that. She could get used to this new version of Jane.

  “Come on, girls! Line up! It’s show time!” announces Martha, the dance instructor.

  Jane stands third in line, just in front of Valerie, holding her head up high and facing forward. They all bounce out onto the stage, getting into their positions for the opening act.

  Chapter 4

  The theatre’s lights flicker on and off, signaling that it is five minutes before show time.

  Brad is texting quickly, trying to close a business deal only a few minutes before the ballet starts. There doesn’t seem to be enough time to enjoy life when you manage a multi-national company, it seems. The only reason he funded this ballet production was so he could get front row, center seats. He loves the arts.

  He has always had a thing for dancers—ever since his first love, Kelly. When he was 16 years old, they got together, both virgins, and she taught him how to be a gentleman. They spent two years together before they both went to separate schools.

  They made love and explored each other’s bodies in so many different places—in the janitor’s room, in the bleachers of the football stadium, on Mr. Spencer’s desk after class. He remembers her having the craziest orgasm in the basement of his parents’ house, where they had to be totally quiet. She had to bite the pillow so hard she ripped it open.

  She was insatiable and couldn’t get enough of his cock inside of her. They almost got caught when his dad started walking down the stairs. Brad jumped off Kelly and ran to the other room, while Kelly pulled the blanket up over her entirely naked body. His dad opened the door looked inside, not realizing Kelly was there, pretending she was sleeping. His dad asked where Brad was and Kelly feigned she was in a haze and had no idea.

  Thankfully, he closed the door and left, then Brad went back for more of her deliciously sweet pussy.

  They brought out each other’s wild side, and nobody had ever been able to make him feel that way again.

  Kelly was a beautiful ballet dancer and was headhunted by the National School in New York. They vowed to stay together, and he gave her a small promise ring to prove it, but after her first semester, she got a rare form of bone cancer and died within six months’ time.

  Brad was devastated, and hadn’t married or even had a long term commitment since. That was 15 years ago now, and though he went to counseling and feels at peace with Kelly’s passing, he is still attracted to ballerinas who are virgins, and hopes perhaps he will one day find ‘the one’.

  “Sir, we have to go in. The show is starting,” Trish, Brad’s personal assistant, says, motioning frantically.

  “Nailed it!” Brad says, referring to the twenty million dollar business deal he has been negotiating. “Okay, thanks, Trish.”

  He turns off his phone and goes into the theatre. He is the last person to be seated. The usher motions to the Manager for the show to begin, and the lights go down.

  The curtains open and the ballerinas are standing tall and still while the lighting slowly turns from black to bright. Jane is at the front in the middle, leading the crowd, the spotlight following her. Brad notices immediately, her tall, thin legs, her body that looks young and innocent, and the natural color of her hair. She is so tender. When she twirls, it is with a grace he remembers seeing in Kelly—delicate and light, but also spunky.

  When the scene comes where her back is facing the audience and she is bending over, he sees a bit of the crease of her leggings going up her ass. Brad immediately starts daydreaming of what it would be like to put his hand on it and push his fingers inside her. He starts to get a hard-on but knows it would be more than embarrassing if anyone saw, since everyone in the theatre knows who he is. He looks in the other direction, and checks out Valerie, but immediately he is turned off.

  She looks like such a hardened bitch, he thinks, so he goes back to watching Jane.

  Brad leans over to Trish, his personal assistant, and quietly says to her, “At intermission, I need you to find out who that girl is and if she is a virgin.”

  Trish nods, knowing what to do as she has done it all before. Trish suspects he’s interested in this girl in the middle because she looks remarkably like his first love, Kelly.

  They watch the rest of the show, Brad fixating on Jane, his cock growing increasingly bigger. He feels he could explode with come all over the seat. He shifts around, trying to hide his excitement, but can’t stop fantasizing about taking this young lady to his hot tub and rubbing his body against hers, feeling those precious, little tits, grabbing her body and moving her up and down on his hard dick.

  He’s dying to fuck that beautiful ass of hers and suck on those tiny, perky nipples. He can’t wait to rub his hands all over her, stroking her back and getting her all hot and sweaty. He wants to treat her like the gorgeous princess she is and make her dreams come true. He wants to know her inside and out, as he gives her the best time of her life.

  He wonders who she is underneath that tutu, where is she from, and if she has ever even kissed a guy? He hopes he can be her first, and who knows what next. She looks so delicate and easily broken. He knows he has to be tender with her and he doesn’t want to scare her away.

  All of a sudden, the lights go out and everyone starts to clap. Brad snaps out of it and tries to pull himself together, trying to think of something that will make his hard-on go away. Business. Yes, the business deal he just landed. That will do the trick.

  Trish leans over to Brad and says, “Well, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were smitten with that little number.”

  A smile forms on Trish’s face. She knows full well when Brad gets turned on by a pretty young thing.

  “Well, you know me too well, Trish,” he says and smiles back. “Looks kinda like Kelly, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes. It’s remarkable,” Trish replies.

  They get up and go to the private bar for intermission.

  Chapter 5

  After Trish gets Brad set up with a flute of champagne and a comfy spot to sit, she leaves the bar area to seek out the dance instructor. During intermission, audience members are not allowed int
o the back, but Trish knows how to work the connections. After all, Brad is the one funding the whole production.

  Trish approaches the front-of-house manager and says who she is, and that it is urgent she speak with the dance instructor because Brad Halliwell has some important concerns about the show.

  The front-of-house manager looks shocked and deeply concerned, and immediately takes Trish to the back room.

  “There she is, madam,” pointing to the instructor. “Just give me a moment to explain this to her.”

  Trish nods and looks around the dressing room. She can see all the girls getting changed into their second act outfits. There are bouquets of flowers at each dancer’s changing station, except at Jane’s. Trish looks over and tries to assess who this girl is. She seems lonely and isn’t getting along with the other girls. Why hasn’t anyone given her flowers?

  Trish maneuvers to go and chat with Jane.

  “Hey there, my name is Trish Munroe of Halliwell Corporation,” she introduces herself, stretching out her arm to shake the girl’s hand.

  Jane looks at it, then looks around, wondering if one of the girls has set her up again. She tentatively reaches out to shake Trish’s hand.

  “I’m Jane. Jane Bryden.”

  “I’ve never seen you dance here before,” commented Trish. “You really have a way of moving, so delicately, like you’re on a cloud.”

  Trish knows how to butter people up and to get Brad what he wants.

  “Oh yeah, it’s my first time. I just moved to New York a year ago and started school here,” shares Jane.

  She has not yet learned that you should never let strangers in on your personal business.

  “If you don’t mind, I have to get changed before second act,” Jane says.

  “Of course. Would it be okay if I asked you a few questions while you’re getting ready?” Trish asks boldly.

  “Well, I guess so,” replies Jane, feeling a bit perplexed about why this woman wants to speak with her.

  At that moment, the dance instructor walks over to Trish, reaching out her hand to greet her.

  “Hi, my name is Martha Donaldson, the dance instructor. I believe you wanted to see me?”

  “Oh yes, I’m Trish Munroe of the Halliwell Corporation. I was just going to ask if I could have a quick chat with Ms. Jane here, at Mr. Brad Halliwell’s request.”

  Jane is shocked and surprised at the same time. Brad Halliwell, the one who is funding the production, sent this woman to see her? But what for? Now Jane is nervous and self-conscious.

  “Oh. Well, of course, Ms. Munroe, I suppose that would be fine. But the girls have to be on stage in 10 minutes.”

  “Why, yes, of course. Thank you, Ms. Donaldson. We greatly appreciate your flexibility,” replies Trish graciously.

  “So, I’m going to cut to the chase with you, Jane, seeing as we don’t have much time. Brad saw you dancing up there and is quite impressed. He wants me to ask you a few things, just to get to know where you are in your career. Would that be okay for you?”

  Jane is shocked but also flattered at the same time.

  “He really likes my dancing?” asks Jane, flabbergasted anyone would have taken notice of her.

  “Oh, yes, dear, more than you know.” Trish winks. “So, tell me, how are you liking New York so far?

  “Honestly? It’s been tough.”

  “Really? What is the problem, dear?”

  Unable to think of a quick response that doesn’t make her sound like an idiot, Jane goes with the truth.

  “It’s lonely, I’m flat broke and I can’t seem to make any friends here. I’m really thinking about going back to Utah. At least I have family there.”

  “Oh no, dear, that would be a shame! You have such budding talent, Jane,” encourages Trish.

  “Really? You think so?” asks Jane.

  “Sweetie, I’ve seen it all in this place. I’ve watched girls come and go for quite a while now. You got talent and you gotta use it,” Trish said, cheering her on. “So where can we find you after the show? Is there a place you ladies hangout these days?”

  “Well, I usually go home right after. I don’t really like the rest of the girls too much,” Jane said, feeling ashamed.

  “What? No boyfriend to go home to?” asked Trish.

  “Ha! I wish! Not in this lifetime,” quipped Jane. “But if I were to go out with the ladies tonight, the spot would probably be The Virgin Cocktail on Main and 5th.”

  “Oh yes, I know it. Pretty swanky joint,” said Trish, with heavy sarcasm. “Look, I gotta go and you have to get on stage. Hopefully we’ll chat later. Now go out there and break a leg!” she says.

  “Uh, yeah, sure,” replied Jane, unsure of why this woman and her boss would ever want to chat with her.

  What a weird night, Jane thinks to herself. She looks up and sees that someone, probably Valerie, posted a picture of a naked firefighter on the inside of her locker and wrote ‘Jane’s dreamboat’ on it.

  Jane looks at it and does notice that his bulge is quite big, and the ripped muscles, especially around his groin, look delicious. She is starting to develop a bit of an appetite for men these days, despite all the teasing. Maybe I’ll try something a little bit wild tonight, she fantasizes.

  “Come on girls, line up in a row! Get those pretty, peacock costumes together and shake some tail for the crowd. They are loving you,” Martha claps and orders.

  Trish is back in her seat next to Brad and whispers to him, “Her name is Jane. She’s from Utah. She’s flat broke. Doesn’t believe in herself. Desperately lonely. It’s possible she’ll be at The Virgin Cocktail tonight. Go get ‘er, Tiger.”

  Chapter 6

  The second act turns out okay. Jane isn’t too pleased with her performance. She missed a few steps and couldn’t really get back into sync with the rest of the dancers. Her mind had been distracted by the odd visit in the change room. She felt nervous knowing she was being watched.

  Afterward in the change room, Martha, the dance instructor, goes up to Jane and asks her what the hell was going on and why was she all over the place on stage. Jane cries openly, saying she just wanted to give up, that life is too hard and she probably shouldn’t even bother being a ballerina.

  Martha puts her arm around her and tries to comfort her without making it look like she is favoring Jane.

  “Sweetheart, the funder, Brad, clearly sees your talent. Maybe that’s what threw you off. Tomorrow’s another day, and the Universe has a funny way of turning things around. Never mind, and we’ll talk about it another time, okay?” Martha reassures her.

  Jane sniffles and appreciates Martha’s patience with her.

  One of the other dancers, Liz, comes up to Jane and invites her out to The Virgin Cocktail for drinks. At this point, Jane feels like she has nothing to lose.

  “Yeah, sure, thanks for the invite,” replies Jane.

  “Maybe we’ll find you some hunka-hunka of a guy,” says Liz, winking at Jane as if to tell her to lighten up about all the teasing.

  “Wouldn’t that be a treat,” Jane replies and smiles.

  All the dance troupe members head out to the bar, and order shooters all around. Jane can’t stomach them, so she goes for Piña Coladas instead. They taste so sweet and remind her of anywhere but the big city. God, what she would do to go somewhere tropical and get away from it all.

  After about four cocktails, Jane feels the room spin and she looks around to see if there is anyone she can talk to. She’s bored of the dancers and their whole scene. She wants someone who will actually stimulate her.

  At the end of the bar is a man nursing a beer and he seems to be staring at Jane. Jane feels a bit nervous and looks around in disbelief that someone would be gazing at her.

  He is wearing a black suit, his silver tie loosened up, and his hair shaggy in that cool sort of way. He looks about 10 or 15 years older than the rest of the crowd, and Jane wonders why he’d be at a dive like this.

  He continues staring
at Jane and moves his head to show he’s watching her. Jane, assumes it must be someone else he’s wanting to catch eyes with. She looks around, but no one is behind her. She points to herself as if to say me? He nods, motioning for her to come over to him.

  Jane, feeling aroused and curious with her normal guard down and loosened by the alcohol, teeters off her bar stool, pulling her dress down so it’s not sticking to her panties. She slowly makes her way over to him, walking unsteadily on her heels. Her knees are shaking with nervousness and excitement. She tries to find a flirty but graceful way of introducing herself like they do in the movies. She’s never done something like this before, but already loves how it feels to be someone else for a night, instead of the ‘good girl’ that everyone expects her to be.

  He pats the stool next to him, indicating that she should sit down. She regards his body, imagining strong arms through his dark suit, his broad shoulders suggestive of a man in charge. He’s clearly a man who knows how to take care of things, a man who gets whatever he wants.

  “Do you always tell people what to do?” Jane asked, surprised she’d come up with such a bold quip. Sitting down next to him, her skirt hikes up her thighs and close to her panties by mistake.

  He reaches over, touches her thigh, and lightly rubs it. Jane is shocked and turned on all at the same time She wonders if she should slap him or let him take that hand further up to meet her trembling pussy.

  He gently pulls her skirt down toward her knees, while his fingers graze over her skin and return back to his cold beer.

  For a moment, she misses his warm hand on her fragile body. She wants to take that hand and have him rub her breasts through the white cotton shirt she is wearing, letting the nipples go hard and perk up so everyone will know she, too, is a wild woman who isn’t afraid of a man touching her in public. She wants to show those other girls that she’s not as much of a prude as they think she is.