After years of training and countless auditions, Kayla finally felt that she made it. That this was the start to her making a name for herself... or so she thought. However, lately with the extra rehearsals, she began to question it. By then she was running on empty and felt like nothing was sticking. Erik seemed to take notice and she guessed thatâs why he asked her for a private rehearsal. It wasnât like she could decline either. She needed this job. So she found herself at the studio for the sixth time that week.
When she got there, she immediately started stretching. As she did, she allowed her mind to wander to entertain herself as she waited for Erik to arrive. Her thoughts ranged anywhere from the choreography to future plans. When she finally came back to reality, she looked up in the mirror to see Erik watching her. Unsure how long heâd been standing there, she decided itâd be best for her to be the one to break the silence. âSorry. I didnât hear you come in,â she apologized before readjusting to stretch out her left side. Kayla sat in a wide straddle and leaned forward to grab her left foot. Almost instantly she felt a good pull in her hamstring and that he must have a good view off her full ass and tits that threatened to spill out of her sports bra. âWhat did you want to work on tonight?â
