Tap Dance Kidnap

by S M Mala

  ‘Why not? Surely you return to your routine,’ he said, stroking up and down her back, the smooth texture turning him on. ‘Now I know you can tap, maybe you should take the class.’

  ‘I’ll tell you a secret. I know Jeremy thinks Cameron will turn on me, like some sort of revenge tactic to punish him. That old man and I are very close, especially since his only nephew committed suicide. Jeremy had his family wiped out the same as me.’ Then she hesitated. ‘And so did my mother, my stepmother and her family. Major devastation all around. I want to protect you and that’s what I’m going to do.’

  Kit saw the steely determination in her eyes. She stared at him for a good while, clicking something over.

  ‘People involved in my mother’s line of work often collect enemies like she collects shoes. And boy, does she collect those things! Like mum says, it ranges from gutter snipes to toffs. Everyone’s involved in something shady regardless of colour, creed or class.’

  ‘And you never got involved?’

  ‘I like music and I wanted to do that. I can put an audio sound track together for programmes and cut really well. I specialise in children programmes. That’s why I didn’t go back to work. It’s a bit hard if you have no kids to show what you do.’

  Sasha rested her head against his chest. Kit’s heart was thumping hard. He wrapped his arms around her.

  ‘I don’t want to let you go,’ he said, unable to stop from what he was thinking. ‘I can’t.’

  ‘The thing is, I won’t let you go unless you tell me to.’

  ‘Oh Jesus!’

  … Kit groaned.

  Sasha was riding him slowly. One hand squeezed her arse while the other pinched her nipple. Her hips were pumping him with precision and he knew she was trying to make him hold on for longer.

  ‘Is that okay?’ she whispered, looking down at him.

  ‘It’s perfect.’

  He could see perspiration on her breasts, wanting to lick them. He propped himself up on his elbows before sitting up, taking his tongue and licking from underneath her tit until he sucked on her nipple, gently gliding his tongue to her neck.

  Kit manoeuvred her so she lay on her back. Pushing up her knees higher, he ground his hips into her. Sasha threw back her head. Her insides were getting hotter and he mauled her neck, pulling out as far as he could then thrusting straight back in. There were deep throaty groans coming from her mouth.

  Turned on by what was happening underneath him, Kit knew he was very close so he pulled out, looking down to see his condom covered dick was still hard. He pulled her up and straddled her legs either side, pushing himself back into her. The gasp was very loud and he went faster, caught up in his own ecstasy.

  ‘I… I…’ she groaned, flinging her head back.

  Then he heard her breathing getting heavier and felt her pussy tighten. She flung herself forward holding him by the shoulders, still pumping her hips with his. Kit closed his eyes and his orgasm took over his body, holding her tightly as he shuddered. All he could feel was a tingling sensation on his skin as his body convulsed out of the beautiful sensation.

  They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms then she looked at him, trying to catch her breath.

  ‘More than ten seconds, I think,’ she gulped. Sasha kissed his cheeks and hugged him tightly. ‘Are you alright?’

  ‘I’m wonderful,’ he replied, bursting out into a loud laugh. ‘Completely wonderful!’

  ‘Well, that’s good then.’

  Kit cupped her cheek in his hand, planting a long and breathless kiss on her lips. He knew what he was feeling and it was very powerful but he didn’t want to say it.

  That would create confusion, knowing their time was limited.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, grimacing.

  ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Why the face?’

  ‘Just thinking.’

  ‘Does it hurt?’

  ‘Only when I think too hard,’ he replied, looking straight into her eyes. ‘I like you very much and I want you to know, I’m not using you.’

  ‘Where did that come from?’ Sasha pulled her head away. ‘You’re still inside me.’ She looked down between her legs. ‘Am I being dumped now you’ve had your wicked way, twice?’

  ‘No, no, no, that’s not what I meant,’ Kit gasped, realising he said the wrong thing. ‘What I meant is that because this isn’t long term, don’t think I don’t care because I do.’

  ‘Are you dumping me?’

  ‘I’m not going to say anymore. I’ll let my body speak for itself.’

  Sasha examined his face then shrugged before pulling out and sitting back on the bed. He felt a draft on the condom, slowly removing it, avoiding eye contact.

  ‘I don’t mind being used,’ she said quietly, watching him tie a knot and put it into tissues. ‘If it makes you happy and sorts out a problem, then it’s all for a good cause.’

  ‘I shouldn’t have opened my mouth,’ he mumbled, feeling the euphoria from seconds beforehand diminishing quickly, like his erection.

  ‘I know we’ll never see each other again after this week, with one thing or another so-.’

  ‘Don’t say that.’

  ‘It’s the truth.’ He saw her face start to crumble. ‘I can’t get close to anyone. It’s not going to work and there would be no point. Cameron would see to that. Imagine if I told him I’d slept with someone instead of saying I liked them. It wouldn’t be me he’d hurt, it’d be them.’

  ‘Did you have any other relationships after you divorced?’ Suddenly he needed to know more about her past, what she did and with whom. ‘Dates, dinner, anything like that?’

  ‘Are you asking if I slept with anyone?’ Sasha started to laugh. ‘I did but it wasn’t right. That was a rebound and a re-awakening, so to speak. Nice guy but not really my type, to be honest. And I never told Cameron let alone Paul.’

  ‘I was just wondering,’ he replied, eager to find out more. ‘So what is your type of man?’

  ‘Someone who can tap dance… badly.’

  ‘Stop it,’ Kit said gently.

  ‘Stop what?’

  ‘Making me like you even more.’

  ‘I’m being honest,’ she replied, letting out a yawn and crawling up the bed. ‘I think honesty is very important and being this is a tap dance kidnap, so to speak, it will be a whirlwind romance.’

  ‘I see. You’re not going to persist to see me when this is all over?’

  ‘You’ll be too busy screwing around now you’ve got your mojo back.’

  ‘And what will you be doing?’

  ‘I’ll probably leave the country for a few months while Cameron gets a grip and decides I’m not worth it.’

  ‘Worth what?’

  ‘Going to prison for.’

  ‘Sasha, you have to tell someone, if not me, what’s going on. I know you don’t want to implicate another person but what is it you know about him you’re not saying?’

  Her eyes got darker. He could see something troubled her.

  ‘Kit, hold me in your arms and let me feel safe. Can you do that for me?’

  ‘You’re on heat,’

  … laughed out Sasha. Kit was mauling her neck in the kitchen as she did the washing up. ‘I swear, you’ll injure yourself.’

  ‘You turn me on.’

  ‘I’m the first woman you’ve have sex with in years, I’d hope so.’

  ‘If you leave the country, where would you go?’

  ‘Italy would be wonderful,’ she immediately replied. ‘I love the food. Obviously Vietnam would be ideal but it’s too far away.’

  ‘Whereabouts would you go?’

  ‘Do you want to come?’

  ‘I might visit.’

  ‘Doubt it.’ Sasha turned and smiled, putting her wet hand on his stubbly face. ‘Somewhere remote where I could tap dance the day away.’

  ‘On your own?’

  ‘Who else will come with me? I could ask Stuart for company.’ She let out a little laugh. ‘Ou
r class has some very nice people in it.’

  ‘Just ‘some’,’ he asked, noticing a scowl. ‘Who are the ones you don’t think are nice?’

  ‘Angela and Ingrid,’ she mumbled, glancing away. ‘Though I know you like them.’

  ‘I was trying to find out who the target was,’ he said, hiding the sigh in his chest seeing she was jealous. ‘They’re lovely women.’

  ‘I’m sure they are.’

  ‘And the women in class are also very lovely. Bernadette’s sweet. Vanessa’s just bonkers and Glenda’s alright, a bit stuck up but with a good heart. Estella seems like a laugh.’ Sasha flashed him a quick glance. ‘And then there’s Alexandra but she’s smitten with Captain which makes me wonder about her sanity when she sees him dressed up as Gillian.’

  ‘When you sleep with someone else, make sure you really like them and it’s not just for sex,’ she blurted out which surprised Kit. ‘I’d like you to find someone you care about and maybe you’ll fall in love. That would make me very happy.’

  He couldn’t answer her.

  The smile was bright but it was hiding something.

  There was a certain amount of pain in her eyes.

  ‘Then I’ll do it for you,’ he eventually lied.

  Sasha nodded and walked away towards the cupboard, taking out a glass.

  Kit looked at her, noticing how the dress she was wearing caressed her curves.

  There was no one else he wanted.

  Just her.

  Had he the guts, he would have told her this, there and then.

  He knew he couldn’t.

  Kit had to protect his heart which he knew was going to get broken.

  By Sasha.

  ‘Can we have a tap lesson?’ she asked. He’d been lost in his gaze and hadn’t noticed she was looking at him. ‘I need to dance.’

  ‘I need to take you back to bed.’

  ‘After,’ Sasha said, going to the fridge and pouring out a glass of water. ‘We can stay in bed for the rest of the day.’

  Letting out a disgruntled sigh, he followed her out of the room and into their makeshift tap studio, the large dining room. She put on her shoes and waited for him to do the same thing but Kit was distracted. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

  ‘Now we’ll begin the lesson,’ she said, turning to face him. ‘Are you ready?’

  He stood up and walked closer, kissing her on the lips.

  ‘I’m ready.’

  ‘And you’ll do as you’re told?’

  ‘You’re taking the lesson?’ he laughed. ‘You’re going to teach me?’

  ‘Mr Foley, I’m going to make sure that when you give your lesson on Wednesday, you have a new dance that the others can enjoy. No offence but your exercises are pretty dull. The only thing that got us ladies through it was watching your pert arse.’

  ‘What?’ Kit stepped back, putting his hands behind his back to cover his bottom. ‘Not my lessons? Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, laughing and generally having fun.’

  ‘Why wouldn’t we when we’re looking at you?’ She laughed and bent over, flicking her hair back when she stood up. ‘You should be flattered.’

  ‘I’m insulted,’ he shrugged, watching her smile. ‘I only made the classes easy because I thought the others couldn’t do it.’

  ‘Of course you did, darling.’

  Walking towards the sound system, she put on the same music she was dancing to the other day.

  ‘Watch and learn,’ she said, turning her back to him and started to dance. ‘I’ll give you the basic routine.’

  Kit wasn’t taking any notice of what she was doing. He was just looking at her arse.

  ‘Now your turn,’ Sasha said, looking over her shoulder.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Kit, didn’t your mother tell you to use the word ‘pardon’?’

  ‘Listen, I know you can tap but that doesn’t mean it makes you a good teacher.’

  ‘You managed to persuade your brother to let you give lessons.’ She turned to look at him. ‘He obviously doesn’t know what you were up to.’

  ‘Justin would have told me to tell Peter to fuck off and report it to the police,’ he said, thinking hard about what his sibling would say if he ever found out. ‘That’s why I was picked, simply because you were in the class and I could shuffle around a bit.’

  ‘Aren’t I lucky I went to tap?’ Sasha stroked his hand as she stood closer. ‘Kit, I don’t think anything bad of you guys, you know. Sometimes people do things because they have no choice, whether it’s good or bad.’

  ‘I don’t want Cameron to hurt you.’

  ‘He won’t. I can handle myself. I’m not stupid.’

  She started to do the warm up exercises which Kit copied.

  ‘He doesn’t like me being in contact with my mum. Cameron says she’s a bad influence and-.’

  ‘The man might have a valid point.’

  ‘Mum’s not a bad person, just a little morally warped. And she’d never shaft poor people, only rich ones.’

  ‘Has she ever done time?’

  ‘The one and only occasion she was going to get done for, she met my dad. Now dear old mum is from an East End background and, as multi cultured as they make out, she says they wouldn’t have liked the idea of her producing a little brown baby. That’s why I was hush, hush for years. When she eventually let me meet them, they were really angry.’

  ‘Because of you?’

  ‘Because they wished they’d been told when I was born. They missed a decade of me growing up. Her mother, Peg, was so upset. I liked her. She was a good woman. Passed away after my children died which obviously had a big effect on mum.’ Sasha then started to shuffle from one foot to the other. ‘Mum lets other people run her business so she can plot and plan something legal. Beauty salons and overpriced health spas are her thing. I think that way she can get free Botox.’

  Sasha then started to speed up the exercise. Kit made sure he matched each step, seeing she was only trying to make it harder for him.

  ‘I can’t tell Cameron I have contact with my mother.’

  ‘It’s not up to him to tell you what to do,’ Kit said, now going faster than Sasha.

  ‘I love her. She’s my mum. He’s just trying to brain wash me but doesn’t realise I’m a lot smarter than he thinks. I know he’s up to no good.’ He stopped dancing and saw her glance at him. ‘And I will prove it, one way or another.’

  Then she focussed on the dance, not uttering another word.

  Following what she was doing, he could see she was very good though he was taking a little longer to pick up some of the moves. All she did was raise her eyebrows, pause the music, then show him again and again.

  Eventually, he followed her repetitions and steps until they were both dancing together.

  It took one hour for him to pick it all up.

  As they danced and moved across the floor, her breast accidentally touched his arm.

  Kit grabbed her tightly, kissing her with all the passion he could muster, considering he was out of breath. She equally reciprocated, pushing her hand up his t-shirt.

  ‘Tap dancing with you just turns me on,’ she panted, pulling off his top.

  Kit pushed up her dress and pulled down her knickers, making her walk backwards towards the dining table. He lifted her up then her opened her thighs and held her pubis in the palm of his hand, rubbing it gently.

  She was very wet.

  His tongue slipped into her mouth while he traced her thicker lips with his finger, before parting them and finding her engorged nub.

  ‘Oh god,’ she said, shuddering from his first touch, pulling away before covering his mouth with her own.

  All he wanted to do was make her come. He felt the slippery bean and rubbed it with his middle finger, increasing the speed. Her thighs were spread wide open. Kit pulled away and looked down at what he was doing, juices covering his finger.

  ‘I’m going to come,’ she groaned out. ‘Oh my god, Kit. I�
�m going to come!’

  Sasha’s body shook and he felt the thickness of her skin. Her head was flung back and he kissed her neck, feeling her body convulse through the orgasm.

  Then he put a finger inside, making her groan loader and watched her gaze at him while he slowly moved in and out. She put her hand forward and started to undo his fly. Kit helped her with his other hand, releasing his hard on then Sasha took off all her clothes.

  He pulled her forward and slowly moved inside. She was tight and her walls grasped him until he started to move fast, all the time looking at her. Grabbing her buttocks, he ground himself in, overcome with the wet heat and something stirring in his lower belly, filling him with love and lust.

  ‘Sasha,’ he whispered, squeezing her breast. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hips pumping to his rhythm. ‘You feel amazing.’

  Sweat dripped down her throat and he watched the droplet move in between her breasts. Kit bent down and put a nipple in his mouth, sucking and pulling with his lips.

  It didn’t take long for him to come, thrusting hard as he did.

  All he heard were deep groans.

  He flopped into her arms then she started to giggle.

  ‘We kept our tap shoes on,’ she gulped. ‘Do you think this might improve your dancing skills?’

  ‘You’ve met someone, haven’t you?’

  … Justin asked. Kit was warming up before his Wednesday class. ‘You look, I don’t know, different.’

  ‘I’ve been working out more,’ he said, grinning to himself, remembering all the lovemaking he’d been doing with Sasha.

  ‘I know a man who’s having sex. Are you?’

  Kit glanced over his shoulder and scowled at his brother before breaking out into a wide smile, unable to hide his happiness.

  ‘God, whoever she is, I feel sorry for her,’ sighed his brother before beaming brightly back at him. ‘So, who is she?’

  ‘Can’t talk. I don’t want to jinx it.’

  ‘And everything’s alright?’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘You know,’ he said, looking at Kit’s crotch. ‘You’re okay?’