Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... from the wannabes. The people who would put the work in, from those who were here for a lark.

Having Kirsty sat next to me was wonderful, and my fear that I might be overcome with jealousy and regret had been proven unfounded, but now I was pissed off.

Watching one of the most highly anticipated couples make a pigs ear of what should have been an fantastic routine.

I had competed against Cam for nearly a decade, and Frankie had come along about six or seven years ago and had then taken part in the last Paris competition. I had won with Kirsty, but he had come in third, which was astounding as he was only twenty-three at the time and had been dancing with an enthusiastic and well-funded amateur.

I liked Frankie very much, it was impossible not to. He was a little loud and flamboyant at times, and talked like one of the posh characters from Downton Abbey, but he was very supportive and generous with younger dancers, and very approachable.

Cam was not so approachable, but despite having the biggest chip on his shoulder of anyone I had ever met, he was a nice guy.

We had gotten drunk together in Birmingham one time (after losing) and Cam had told me his story. He had basically raised himself like a rogue wolf cub for the first fourteen years of his life, and then been taken in by nuns in Naples.

It was hardly any wonder he was a little edgy. And I had chuckled when he and Frankie had been matched at the Paris draw, imaging the fireworks.

But the fact was, ...

... they could dance, I could not. I was pissed that they obviously hadn't put their differences aside and used their talent. The dance was beautiful, and was clearly Cam's work. He was a master with Viennese Waltz, but there was a stiffness.

Then my eyes caught something and Amelia saw it too. A sharp breath beside me and she sat up straight, glancing my way. I looked at her briefly before we turned back to the dance, but we had both seen the same thing.

Francis Vega-Caro was injured.

We convened once the dance was over. Comparing and discussing our marks and views. All six of us had realized the problem, but the question was, what to do about it.

They were looking to me for guidance. I glanced at where Cam stood supporting Frankie against him. Clearly they had put any differences aside, and whatever the problem was it was a shame, but.

"We have to be impartial," I said, not bothering to hide my regret. "Whatever has happened, it's not the fault of the other competitors. We have to mark the dance they danced. Not what might have been, or what we know they are capable of."

"It's a shame," Madam Durand said.

"He'll need to be checked over as well," I added.

Amelia Bassett touched my arm, a clear look of approval on her face. "I agree. We must be fair. But the boy probably has pain medication, we need to know what."

I was grateful for her support. "Amelia, would you mind liaising with the doctor in this case, and finding out what it's all about?"

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