You had been in a dance class for years, a contemporary dance class.

You were one of the best in your class, your parents had made you dance since you could move one foot infront of the other.

After school on Fridays you have a separate class, with your private hire instructor; Phoenix. A disciplined, serious and very skilled young man.

He too had been a dancer since he could remember. Tonight your mother had a meeting so at your practice it was just you and Phoenix.

He instructs out of a room in his penthouse apartment, middle of the city. No one is there to bother you.

He was instructing you closely, guiding you, he was your dance partner and instructor, he held your hips and swayed them while moving with the music, whispering the steps in your ear

His muscular body was pressed against yours as he led you. His veiny hands on your waist, his chest against your back, his shirt tight as his muscles flexed beneath it “..and step..and side and sway.. and step..yes that’s it” he whispered, almost purring.