Short Story: "Private Dance Lessons"

(Author's note: This story is part of a series I plan on working on involving stories inspired by porn performers. You can consider "Service Call" from last year the first one; this one is inspired by Lyla Everwettt.)

Private Dance Lessons

 

My phone buzzed. I had an incoming text message. It was from my friend Matt:

Sry. Cant make it. Strep throat. Catch ya in a few days.

“Oh, are you shitting me?” I groaned. It was my worst nightmare come true.

Matt, somehow, had talked me in to signing up for dancing lessons. He assured me it was a great place to meet women. Not that he had trouble meeting women on his own; he was tall with movie star good looks.

I was always cast in the role of his wingman; bearded, overweight person of color to the blonde conquering hero. It was my lot in life. He was a great friend, don’t get me wrong; always there for me when I needed him and I’d known him since college.

But his getting sick left me stuck in a class that I didn’t want to be in doing something that I didn’t have the ability to do well: Dance.

I found myself in a familiar position in the studio where class was as I slipped my phone back into my pocket: hugging the wall. Alone.

The co-instructors for the class, a delightful, vivacious elderly couple in their 60s, welcomed us to the lesson today. The wife said, “We will focus on two dances today—the waltz and the tango. It looks like we have an equal number of men and women, so everyone find a partner.”

I looked around the room, trying to find someone who might take pity on me. And then I saw her across the room. A pale skinned BBW. Her shoulder length brown hair was highlighted with strips of purple and blue and done up in pigtails. She wore tortoise shell glasses, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt that showed off her amazing chest, and a pair of jeans that accentuated an absolutely amazing booty. Our eyes locked from across the room and she smiled at me, revealing two dimples that caused my knees to get weak.

Reworking Some Things For a New Year.

I was at the BBWCon Award Show after party a few weeks ago, and I was chatting with the lovely Eliza Allure when something came up that I thought was interesting. We were both, on some level, lamenting not knowing who some of the new people in the BBW niche of the industry were.

It was a comment made in passing, probably more as conversation filler than anything else. But it struck something of a chord with me. I don’t watch nearly as much porn as I used to; other pursuits have affected how much true free time I have to take in adult entertainment.

But I am still and fan. And unlike watching television soap operas, I feel like sometimes you can’t just hop back in and expect things to be humming along the same way.

I made a recent decision, as you might have noticed here, to merge this blog with my other venue at BBW Pornucopia. It’s something I had been considering for a while anyway. So what made me go this route?

While at BBWCon, I briefly encountered transsexual porn actress Wendy Williams (on the convention floor) and Tyra Scott (at the after party). Also, I ran into Alura Jenson, who looked stunning as always.

And it hit me: When I was active in writing about porn, it wasn’t just about BBWs. I wrote reviews of transsexual films. I wrote reviews about all kinds of women. Sure, I have a preference, an inclination; but it is not my end-all, be-all existence.

So I went ahead and merged the two sites. All of my content from BBW Pornucopia is over here now. I am working on redirecting links. That site is not going to go away, but for now, the emphasis is going to be over here.