Chapter 6 #2
Her body is mine. Her head flinging back and forth, guttural, animalistic sounds coming out of my sweet little girl as her second climax is sharper, harder, more consuming. It’s a snarling crescendo that leaves her trembling and panting and soaking wet on the hard stone counter.
She barely notices when I withdraw from her ass, leaving her boneless and brainless for a few minutes while I clean up my hand, then step back to her side and give her a long, deep kiss before gripping her face, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“You’re mine,” I say, but it’s partially a lie. I’m hers. Have been for a long time.
When I ease her off the counter, she stumbles and I catch her against my chest.
“You’re a very good girl.” I praise, brushing her messy hair back from her cheeks.
“I have to get ready.”
“Yes, you do. Take your time. I’ll get things ready down here. I’ll play the perfect daddy, don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here now, and it’s my job to be sure of just that.”
She leaves me standing there, cock still hard enough to punch nails, smelling her scent in every corner of my being.
Elodie
“Bravo. You clearly have the skills, Elodie,” Sophia says as I retake my seat, breathing heavily from the demonstration I just gave but also, from the low hum of the vibrator that’s still inside me.
It’s odd to dance for them here in the house but I guess it’s just a different sort of test. Something to see how you react to different situations. I did nearly come once, when Uncle Rye turns the vibrator onto a pulse sort of setting, but honestly, I think it helped my performance overall.
Got me out of my head a bit.
I grin and nod at the praise, which is about as high as I could hope for from an interview process.
I’m dressed in my leotard, which was the specification for the interview, but Uncle Rye wasn’t happy about it. Apparently, it shows off my ass and tits a little too well for his comfort with Alexander Patrykov here watching me.
I laughed it off as he growled. In the end, we agreed to a compromise: if he gets so much as a suspicion that Alexander is getting off on what he sees, he’ll carve out his eyeballs with a dessert spoon and feed them to him.
I got close to telling him that Alexander has made some of the other girls uncomfortable in the company. Even the things he’s said to me that I kept telling myself I was just mis-interpreting. After all, no one has said he’s done anything with them, so it’s probably just his style.
Not that Uncle Rye would care. I tucked that information away, I need to do this. I need this for my family.
But, what about me?
I sit stick straight in the chair next to the window. Rye cleared out the entire living room so I could have space to move.
“So, I’m in?” I ask.
Sophia nods. “You have passed this part of the test. I like that your father is clearly so committed to your career. He barely takes his eyes off you.”
She nods at Rye who is standing next to me, arms crossed trying to play the part of supportive father instead of jealous and over protective daddy.
“Daddy is my greatest champion,” I say, glancing up at Rye then, I raise a brow and ask, “What do you mean, this part of the test?”
“I have introduced a new supplementary element,” Alexander says, chiming in with his first words since introductions at the door.
“I need to know how committed new dancers are before we take them on, and that’s something we simply can’t judge from an interview like this, even with a dancing demonstration.
Your form is excellent, your technique is refined, but we need certainty.
It’s very common in successful companies to have a residential period of intense scrutiny. ”
Sophia frowns. I’ve not heard of this being part of the process before. But Alexander is the new director, and I guess what he says goes.
“So… you want me to… what?” I prompt them. It’s Sophia who answers.
“Mr. Patrykov feels that the only way to truly assess a new dancer’s commitment is through an extended residential stay.”
“No.” Uncle Rye says the word flatly as all eyes shift to him. He shakes his head. “This wasn’t a part of the deal.”
Alexander lets out a breath through his nose. “Mr. McAllister, it’s admirable that you are so committed to your daughter’s development. But I’m sure, as a father, you’re aware that all things in life require commitment. One hundred and ten percent. You can’t expect us to take Elodie on without—”
“Not happening,” he cuts him off. “She’s my daughter, I don’t fucking give her to anyone.”
“Mr. McAllister, that kind of language—”
“This your idea or his?” Rye says, turning his attention on Sophia. “Well?”
She doesn’t answer at first. Not until Alexander also turns her way. Then her reply is equivocating.
“Mr. McAllister, my personal feelings have nothing to do with this. It is the director’s prerogative to run the company, and if Elodie wishes to be considered for the final cut, she must apply herself.
It is true that some dancers in the past have done well in the interview process and then problems have shown up later.
A short, residential stay exposes weaknesses and problems that go undetected through the normal practice and try out periods. ”
“Precisely,” Alexander says, lifting his chin. “I do not like problems. I do not like drama. A family’s stability is as important as technique and training sometimes. Elodie, what do you say? How important is your dancing career to you?”
I glance from him to Uncle Rye, then back again.
I think about Mom and Dad in San Diego, no doubt waiting for the call to discover if I made it through this test or not. No way I will tell Uncle Rye that Alexander makes me feel weird when he’s too close.
This is everything. It’s everything I’ve worked for and it’s everything they’ve always wanted for me. I can’t let them down.
“Where would I need to go and for how long?” I ask.
Alexander’s eyes narrow at Rye. “You’ll be staying at my home.
There will be a vigorous practice schedule and trials, and I will push you.
But if you impress me, you will be able to consider yourself accepted and will be well on your way to a track that will take you to the pinnacle of Primary Dancer for the company.
That’s what you want, isn’t it, Elodie?”
“Very much,” I say, risking a glance at Rye. His expression is dark, but I plead with my eyes. “This is what I’ve always wanted.”
“I can tell,” Sophia says. “Well then, it’s settled. I will send you the address and we shall expect you to arrive tomorrow. I know you’ll need to make arrangements, so don’t worry about—”
“Dinner is served at 6pm sharp,” Alexander interrupts. “If you aren’t there by then, I will assume you have chosen to withdraw your application. And your current position in the company.”