She loosened both ties of her tanga panties and went into a series of entrachats, jumps with her legs crossing below the knees, which allowed her panties to flutter to the floor.

All through her spirited dance, Paula’s black stockings had been held up by her firm dancer’s thighs.  She kicked off her shoes and stood with one foot on the bed.  Slowly rolling the stocking down her leg, she removed it from her foot and dropped it near her panties.

Paula sat on the bed, facing the housing manager.  She stretched her other leg up in front of her face and began to roll that stocking up past her thigh, her knee, her calf, her ankle to the tip of her toe.  Her entire body was fully exposed to the man in the chair.  Paula smiled and gripped the stocking top in her teeth to draw it off her foot.

She rose in a flowing movement and holding the stocking in both hands advanced on the housing manager.  He sat open-mouthed as she flicked it over his head and drew his face closer.  Her tried to kiss her and grasp her breasts.  Paula laughed, tapped his cheek and spun back to the bed.

Now completely nude, she stretched voluptuously before lying on the bed.  Placing her hands behind her head, she spread her legs and bent her knees to make a cradle.  Paula smiled sensually at the housing manager.

‘Was that up to standard?  Have I passed that test?’ she taunted.  ‘Will I get my keys now or do I still have to sleep with you for them?  Do you think that you’re capable of managing it with a real woman?’

He came out of his trance.  Standing up, he ripped his clothes off and crossed over to the bed where Paula lay like a beautiful, sacrificial victim on an altar.  She averted her head.  He was fully erect and struggled to enter Paula.  The sensual suggestive dance had excited him to bursting point and he ejaculated before he had fully penetrated her.

‘Surely with all your practice you can do better than that?’ mocked Paula.

Her wanton dance had destroyed his libido.  He had fallen asleep after his first corporeal attempt on her.  He tried to take Paula four times that night, but her primeval, lascivious dance had completely exhausted him.

Paula left his home the following morning carrying the keys to the best house in the borough with her.  She had secured her family’s future without having to have sex with the housing manager.  She had known that her ballet skills combined with Debbie’s coaching in striptease would create a dance of deadly glamour