For You

"This is what I'm supposed to do... right?" he thought as he stretched after doing some jumping jacks to get his blood flowing.

He continued to stretch for a couple of minutes until the door opened. Grace, Marianne, Allison, and Belladonna walked into the dance room while giggling with each other.

Then Belladonna noticed Sam. "Oh hey Sam! You got here earlier than us. How long have you been stretching?"

"Only a couple of minutes. I did some jumping jacks earlier to get warmed up too."

"That's great then. We've already skipped a step. We might as well see how flexible you are right now."

"Ah... What should I do then?"

"How far can you lift your leg and kick up?"

Sam then kicked his leg as high as he could, his knee almost touching his face.

"WOW. I never thought that you would be this flexible. You don't seem to really have a reason to."

"I do taekwondo, so being flexible is pretty essential for me to be able to do the moves properly."

"I see," said Belladonna while nodding.

"So your flexibility will not be a problem, but if we can, we'll stretch you out even more so you can do more high difficulty moves." Belladonna smiled at Sam.

Sam shivered her seemingly innocent smile that had a deeper meaning. Belladonna was going to have fun torturing him.

Grace and the others sat down on the dance floor.

"Belladonna, it doesn't seem like you really need us. we'll just do our homework over here and help out when you need us," said Marianne as she started to pull papers out of her backpack.

Belladonna nodded at her before turning back to Sam. "I'll be teaching you hip hop for now since it is on of the more popular dances. There are a couple of specialty characteristics for dance. Flexed feet. Hard hits. Isolations."

"Flexed feet mean that your toes are going as far towards your knees as they can. No, not pointed." Belladonna took off her shoes and slipped on dancing shoes before demonstrating for Sam who nodded and copied her.

"Hard hits mean that you contract your muscles on the moves to make them look sharp and emphasize the count. For example, something as simple as doing a drag turn and looking up."

"This is what it looks like of you don't hit the move." Belladonna then turned, dragging one of her feet and looked up smoothly. It seemed more like a regular movement instead of a dance move.

"Doesn't look good or special at all, right?" Sam nodded. "I'll show you the same moves, but with a hit." She turned with the same pace, but looked up sharply. This time, it seemed more like a dance move.

Belladonna stepped to the right and rested her weight on her right left which was slightly bent. She placed her left hand on her abdomen and moved her chest to the right and then circled her chest to the left.

"Usually people just do chest pops." She then demonstrated.

"I see." Sam then tried to replicate the move, but it was a lot smaller and not as sharp.

"I'll break it down for you..."

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Belladonna occasionally switched with Grace, Allison or Marriane. Belladonna was the most strict out of them all. Sam had to meet or exceed her expectation to move onto the next move or take a break. However, Sam became pretty skilled it performing those moves. The most difficult thing for Sam was keeping up with the pace of the dance and still remembering the little additions he had to do. The feet were the things Sam got stuck on. He could do the move for the body by itself, but not with the feet.

Finally, the training session was over and they started to pack up and do some cool down exercises.

Even though Sam was bit sweaty, he wasn't smelly, so it only added to his charm. It made his hair messy and made his shirt stick slightly to his body. Truly a delicious sight. The girls took the opportunity to look, but some were a little more discreet than the others. Sam was too tired to care as he chugged the rest of his water, some escaping and trailing down his chin and neck to the parts hidden by his shirt. Tantalizing.

Sam said his thanks and goodbyes to the girls and jogging to the dorms, enjoying the cool air that cooled down his body and dried his sweat. The moment he got to his dorm room, he set down his bag and raced to the bathroom to shower.