The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Should have aimed for his nuts too.

"Nope." She said. "Just food."

"Yeah, Kay." I replied. "Be there in ten, babe."

"Kay." She relied ending the call.

The kids were almost out of the auditorium by the time I was done talking.

After they cleared off, I locked the doors and walked out and walked home.

This colony had a colony school where I taught ballet five days a week. Two days to the five to ten year olds and three days to above ten year olds.

And my home was walking distance, salary was pretty good that made me afford a nice one bedroom one bathroom apartment.

Stepping inside the cocoon that was my home, I dropped my utility bag on the floor, left the slippers by the door and jumped into shower, washing the sweat from Italy's dangerously warm weather today.

I selected my most least worn dress that was a white summer dress with thinnest straps that fell above my knee.

Since I didn't wet my hair, I pulled it up in a messy ponytail and added a random gold chain on my neck to look good, slipped my feet into my wedges and grabbed my circular jute shoulder bag and screamed for a taxi.

It was already late when a maid dressed nicely took me to the back gardens where a circular lunch table was set out and I felt underdressed.

The older women's were dressed in nice house dresses. Blaire was wearing a baby blue sundress and I looked poor.

No biggie. I didn't have time to make myself look good.

It's not like a fashion show here.

"There you are." Blaire admonished. "I am feeling like a third wheel."

I pouted.

"Ariel!" Miss Giovanni aka Alyssa Giovanni greeted me.

Kill me now.

I flushed.

She watched me get fucked from behind by her son in his study when she walked in unannounced.

I mean....

"Hello, Miss Giovanni." I said placing my shoulder bag on the grass by the only empty chair.

"How are you love?" Miss Giovanni asked. "All good?"

"I am fine, miss Giovanni." I replied "How are you?"

"Perfect, love." She said. "Sit."

I took my seat on the empty chair as the women poured me a glass of chilled Rosé.

"Today your day off?" I ask sitting leaning toward her

"So I have been told." She replies picking up a bite sized appetizer.

"Mine is too." I added. "I was at the ballet class, I smell like shit."

She giggles making me roll my eyes.

I mean I surely cleaned my body using the orange flavoured soap but didn't get to roll my on some damn deodorant.

I swear perfumes made for women should be given a little more effort.

"I thought you said just food." I said. And then pointing at the women conversing with the Donna I said, "That's Angelo's mother."

But I doubt she knew.

Can't blame her can I?

Besides Miss Giovanni was sweet and gentle.

"I didn't know that." She say. "I am sorry, Ariel...if I knew..."