I know you watch me. You think that I don’t notice. Of all the dancers you could set your gaze on, you always choose me. I’ve asked around and no one has any idea who you are, yet you come to all our open rehearsals and all our shows. Any other girl might be scared of you. But I’m not. I am intrigued by you. You interest me. I am so curious about you. Who are you? Why do you come here? What do you think about when you watch me dance? Do you want to watch me dance naked? That last one I think about a lot. I made sure you heard me mention to one of the other dancers that I would be using the studio tomorrow, alone, to practice. I can’t sleep all night, wondering if you will sneak in. If you will show up. If you will be surprised when you discover me, topless and pantyless, dancing in my skirt and leg warmers. Will you like what you see? Will your cock get hard? Will you do something about how it makes you feel? Will you bend me over and take me right there in front of the studio of mirrors? Will you speak? I wonder what your voice sounds like. I have so many thoughts about you, will you ever answer them? Or will you just watch me dance?
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