"Stop, okay? Just stop."

Julie lifted the hem of her t-shirt and wiped away the beads of perspiration that speckled across her brow. Her chest heaved as her lungs contracted and expanded in a desperate attempt to claim much needed oxygen. She could hear the blood as it pulsated behind her ears, her heart pounding erratically from the exertion of two hours of dance rehearsals. She reached behind her head and released her barrette, allowing her long dark hair to fall down around her shoulders. With a few quick turns of her wrist, she twisted her chestnut locks back into a bun and refastened it at the nape of her neck.

Wade stepped forward, passing her silently and walked over to the tape deck that balanced on two stools in the corner of the studio. He leaned his back against the wall, and folded his arms over his chest. He shook his head in disapproval, causing Julie to cower nervously beneath his scrutinizing gaze. Extending one arm, he reset the small radio, repeating the track.

"Try it again."

As her own voice poured from the speakers and echoed around her, Julie began the routine she had just learned for the seventh time since rehearsals began that morning. She kept her eyes fixed on the mirror that covered the wall in front of her, concentrating on her own reflection and the way that her body moved. The song ended and Julie pop-locked into her final position, sweat pouring down her body. For the first time since beginning, she shifted her gaze toward her choreographer who stood in the corner, watching. Her smile of pride faded quickly as she noted the blank expression on his face.

"Again."

Wade's voice remained stern as he commanded that she begin her performance again. Julie took a deep breath and waited for the music to begin. Wade circled her slowly, his handsome features frozen into a mask of indifference. He rubbed the back of his neck in thought as he studied her every move. Julie's mind raced as she struggled to recall each step. As the music ended, she turned to face him, expecting to receive his approval. Instead, Wade turned his back to her, shaking his head in frustration.

"Do you listen to anything that I say to you? I mean, are you paying attention to me AT ALL???"

Julie's mouth dropped open in disbelief. She watched Wade pace, the rage building within her, each time he passed. She pocketed her fists at her sides and took a calming breath. Through clenched teeth, she questioned his judgment.

"I didn't miss a single step, Wade. What is the problem?"

Wade scratched the back of his head. "You really wanna know?"

"YES Wade. I really wanna know."

Wade crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "You're hitting every step, I'll give you that. But damn it, Julie, you move like your legs are made out of cement. You're not feeling the music. I have taught 11 year olds that had more rhythm than you do."

Julie's eyes narrowed in rage. She placed her hands on her hips and sneered at him. "I don't recall any complaints from you about my rhythm last night."

Julie turned on her heel sharply and stormed across the room. She crouched down, pushing away a few stubborn strands of hair that had fallen, and began shoving her things into her Tommy Hilfiger duffel bag. She mumbled four letter word vulgaraties beneath her breath as she stood and walked toward the door.

Wade's eyebrows arched, forming an expression of utter amusement. With a smile, he sprinted across the hardwood floor to catch up with her. He reached out and clasped his hand around the top of her arm just before she exited.

"Baby...baby wait..."

Wade spun her around and pulled her back into the confines of his arms. He slid the bag off her shoulder, allowing it to hit the floor with a soft thud. Julie turned her head from side to side in an attempt to avoid making eye contact. Wade laughed at her outright show of stubbornness. Finally he took her face between his hands and pulled her forward for a kiss. Julie retreated slowly, a smile of contentment on her beautiful face. Wade wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back to look her in the eyes.

"Now Julie, we agreed. I can't go easy on you because of our relationship. If anything, I'm gonna be harder on you. I want you to be perfect. You are a beautiful, talented young woman and I don't want that to be overlooked because I gave my girlfriend a break and she blew a performance. Right?... come on baby. Right?"

Julie nodded slowly. Despite her frustration, she had to accept the truth in his words. It had taken her too long to get where she was now. From Karaoke bars, to night clubs, to opening acts at city fairs, she had fought tooth and nail for her chance at stardom. She'd come to far to blow it now. One day she had been doing cover songs at a local theme park and the next she had a record deal and an opening spot on Nsync's 2001 Summer Tour. She wasn't about to let pride stand in the way of her dreams. Not now...

Not even if it meant subjecting herself to constant criticism offstage.

Julie smiled slowly, her eyes glinting with mischief. Her fingers raked through Wade's bleached blonde spikes of hair as she planted a gentle kiss on his full lips.

"Maybe you're right, baby... Why don't you take a few minutes and show me what it is I'm doing wrong?..."

"Well... the first problem is your hips...These smooth...firm...tanned thighs... They seem to be doing everything but what I instruct....You're going to learn to submit to me. And like it."

Julie's body trembled in expectation as Wade's lips closed over her throat in gentle butterfly kisses. His held her ass tightly in the palms of his hands and yanked her against him roughly. Her body began to respond instinctively as she felt his erection growing against her. Julie allowed her head to roll back, giving his tongue a broader canvas on which to stroke. The trails of moisture his tongue left behind glinted beneath the blinding light fixtures that illuminated the dance studio. His hips bore into her roughly as he pulled her closer, giving Julie an unspoken lesson on the finer qualities of his inborn rhythm.

Julie's mind reeled with visions of what was to come. She struggled to maintain her composure, wanting desperately to obey his commands. Yet all the while the only thing she could think of was tearing the clothing from their bodies and riding him until her body went limp with exhaustion.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as Wade's hand traveled forward. He slipped two fingers into the waistband of her dancing shorts and stroked the small of her stomach gently. Julie felt the dampness in her panties grow as her body prepared for the forthcoming invasion. Images of their bodies entwined, thrashing together in uncontrollable passion with perspiration trickling down between their bodies flickered in the darkness. She moaned softly, praying that his period of torture would be brief.

"Sorry guys. Wade, you said meet you here at 4. Should I come back later?"

Julie turned quickly in the direction from which the voice originated. She pulled slightly from Wade's grasp finding JC's lithe form entering the bottega. With a expression on his face conveying anything but regret, JC stepped deeper inside, tossing a backpack into the corner. Julie kissed Wade gently and lifted her discarded bag from the floor.

"I was just leaving, JC. I just..."

Wade raised his palm to silence her. Julie closed her mouth quickly, her gaze moving between the two men.

"I was just giving Julie here a few lessons. Actually, I was counting on your showing up. I need your help, man. You up for it?"

JC reached up and straightened his baseball cap. He stroked his goatee in thought for a moment before finally crossing his arms over his chest. His eyebrows raised in question as he studied the look of intention on his friend's face. He looked toward Julie for insight on the meaning behind the question. Julie stared down at her chest, absentmindedly tying and untying the tail of her oversized t-shirt. Receiving no assistance there, her returned his attention to Wade.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Julie here is having a little trouble taking instructions. I'm hoping to break her of that.....Julie?"

Julie's head snapped up quickly at the unexpected sound of her name. She looked at Wade nervously, oblivious of what was to come.

"Yes?"

Wade walked toward her slowly. Julie's eyes remained fixed on him as he approached. He stopped in front of her, his face only inches from her own. Julie trembled as she felt Wade's hands slide along the contours of her body. Her pulled her even closer before he spoke. His breath was warm on her face, each word causing waves of heat to wash over her body.

"Are you willing to do exactly as I say, when I say, and without question?"

The look on his face....the tone of his voice.... left no option of disobedience. The voice that answered erupted as nothing more than a forced whisper.

"Yes....."

JC and Julie watched in silence as Wade crossed the room and locked the door to prevent any further intrusions. Wade returned, pausing at the radio. With the turn of a dial it began to play, soft music drifting from the speakers. For the second time, he removed the bag from Julie's shoulder and carried it to the corner, dropping it next to the one JC had discarded.

Wade reached inside JC's backpack and removed a small hand held camcorder. Julie stiffened slightly, taking a step back away from JC. Her eyes grew wide with trepidation as she questioned the need for video.

"What are you doing, Wade?"

A seductive smile curved his lips. "Let's just call this....behind the scenes footage...Now. Take off his clothes."

The video camera in Wade's hand hummed softly as the tape inside turned, capturing every second that passed. Julie stood unmoving, frozen by her own indecision. Wade sighed in frustration at the waste of precious battery space by her inaction. He paused the video and lowered the camera to his side.

"What's the matter, Julie?"

Julie shrugged helplessly, battling the demons within herself. Fifteen summers of vacation bible school was telling her that everything she felt was ugly and immoral. She had long since blown the rule of chastity, so that was no longer a concern. But what about adultery? Would this qualify? How was adultery defined? Wade wasn't her husband after all. And three months hardly classified as a commitment. Besides, what would her Sunday school teachers say about it when Wade himself was here. Encouraging them. INSTRUCTING them even.

...But then there was the question of monogamy...

"Wh-what if someone finds out?"

"No one's gonna find out. Anyway. It's not like you WANT this, right? It wasn't your idea. You're just doing as you were told. It's not like you've actually spent your nights fantasizing about this, have you?"

Julie looked away quickly. "Of course not."

"See? You are just doing as you were told. You still get to play the victim. You maintain your innocence, JC gets a little action, and I get a new addition to my home video library. Everyone wins."

Wade lifted the camera again, the red light glowing once more. Julie's eyes moved across the floor to where JC stood motionless. She licked her lips slightly as her gaze traveled up his body, committing each inch of his form to memory. She imagined the nylon material of his pants clutched tightly in her fists as she snatched them roughly from his body. She paused briefly, silently pondering the type of undergarments a man like JC would wear.

Julie looked higher, her mind absorbing in detail, the way his shirt clung to his torso. Through the flimsy fabric, she could see every chiseled line of his abdomen. Each line represented a path on a map. A path, that if followed closely, could lead a women to levels of passion that Jackie Collins had only dreamed about.

Rising even further to where sleeves should have been located, she found only flesh. Nothing but an impressive display of taunt, tanned skin beneath which an ocean of muscles rippled majestically. Arms like these didn't happen by accident. Not even God could take the credit for this. Though He provided a respectable model for forming, such physical perfection had to be fought for. It took hard work and discipline to create arms like those.

Julie could nearly see his biceps flexing with exertion as he held her hips tightly beneath his beautiful hands.She trembled imagining the show of strength in which he would clutch her ass and pull her toward him savagely, driving himself deep inside her.

Julie's exploration ended on the beautifully defined face that had been the inspiration for a thousand websites. She chuckled softly, remembering some of the sites she'd found one afternoon. She and a friend found hundreds of sites dedicated to nothing but fictional accounts of physical...no. Make that SEXUAL encounters with this very man.

...What a story this would make...

"What are you waiting for, Julie? I said undress him."

Julie needed no further urging. Her own imagination and the possibilities that loomed ahead drove away any doubt that remained in her mind. Julie walked toward JC slowly, oblivious to the nearby camera which documented her every move.

She paused in front of JC, lifting her hand to caress his cheek softly. With her other hand, she grasped the brim of his hat and pushed it backward off his head. Julie took his face between her hands and pulled him forward for a kiss. Wade nodded slowly, walking closer to film the scene from a different perspective.

"Take off his clothes, Julie."

Under Wade's constant tutelage, she began the task of unsheathing her lover. Julie slid her hands down JC's chest until she reached the hem of his shirt. Clutching the fabric tightly, she pulled it over his head. Releasing it, she watched as it fluttered undisturbed to the floor beside them. Lost in the fantasy of what she was doing, Wade's voice faded until it seemed nothing more than a distant echo. Her actions continued merely on instinct, no longer the result of an outsider's command. Unaware of anyone or anything else, Julie tore at JC's clothes eagerly. Her hands worked feverishly to free the ties on JC's pants and pushed them quickly to his ankles.

Once taken aback by the scene which was unfolding, JC began to participate whole-heartedly. His strong hands moved across her body quickly, tugging at her garments impatiently. With polished skill, he removed her clothing and tossed them aside, leaving nothing between them except space and opportunity. With nothing remaining to prohibit them, JC walked Julie forward until her back hit the cold mirror that covered the wall.

Julie gasped as she hit the wall with the force of JC's body weight. Her mind reeled as JC pushed against her, his mouth moving down her neck hungrily. Leaving no time for protest, JC reached down between their bodies and guided his entry. Julie moaned as her body strained to accommodate his presence. JC bit down on his bottom lip as he drove deeper, her pulsating walls hugging him tightly. He pressed his palms against the mirror and thrust his hips against her animalistically.

JC growled in frustration at the lack of access their position provided. He reached down and gripped her thigh firmly, forcing it around his waist. Holding her in place, JC pressed forward, slamming her against the wall with each thrust of primal fury.

Wade stepped closer, his heart beating faster with each passing second. The rhythmic pounding of their bodies echoed in his mind. He licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the picture in the viewfinder of the camera he still held. His erection strained insistently against the thin fabric of his silk boxers as he crossed the room. He reached down to calm himself before taking his place beside them at the mirror.

"Harder baby....come on... Make him scream..."

Julie ran her hands down the smooth tanned skin of JC's back. Her nails left red welts marking her path as she journeyed south. With a renewed sense of energy, she squeezed JC's ass possessively and pulled him deeper into her. Each stroke was precise in its aim, forcing them both to scream out as the waves of ecstasy rushed over their bodies. JC exploded inside her, his body trembling and then resting against her as he released his seed. With a gentle kiss, he lowered her to the ground and pulled away.

Julie turned to wrap her arms around Wade and pull him forward into a passionate kiss.

"Now...for you..."

Wade set the camera aside and smiled. "Me? You just had JC Chasez. Why would you want me?"

Julie smiled, her hands reaching down to lower the zipper of his jeans.

"I'm ready to try the man who taught JC to move like that."

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