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"Nice moves out there, Olivia," Ian said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "You're making the rest of us look bad."

They'd both stayed late after dance practice, the performance at the volleyball game scheduled for the next day.

Olivia smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, please. You know you're the star of the show. I'm just trying to keep up. Let's run it one more time."

Ian chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Very well. And if keeping up means outshining everyone, then mission accomplished."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Ian," Olivia retorted, her tone light and teasing.

"Who said I was trying to get anywhere?" Ian shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I just like watching you dance."

"Careful," Olivia warned, her smile widening. "Keep that up, and I might start believing you."

"Good," Ian replied, leaning in slightly. "Because I mean every word."

Olivia rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her grin. "You always know how to keep things interesting, don't you?"

"Only when I'm with someone who can keep up," Ian said, his voice low and playful.

Olivia's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure. "Then I guess you'll have to keep up with me."

She moved through the steps with a focused intensity, each motion fluid and precise. His movements were powerful yet graceful, purposeful. Olivia couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his fitted shirt, or the way his long, dark hair tousled from exertion.

Ian moved closer, his eyes glancing appreciatively at Olivia's chest and the curve of her ass as she bent to stretch. He seemed to stammer slightly, his usual confidence wavering. "You're, um, looking really good out there. Your movements are so... fluid."

Olivia felt a blush rise to her cheeks. "Thanks, Ian. You too."

They continued to chat as they danced, their words punctuated by the rhythmic thump of their feet on the studio floor. His eyes lingered on her chest, which had become more prominent and sensitive due to the transformation, and she felt a thrill of arousal each time his gaze drifted lower.

As they moved through the steps together, Ian's hands occasionally brushed against her skin, sending electric jolts through her body. Each touch seemed to ignite a spark in Olivia, her thoughts spiraling into forbidden territory. The intensity of these fantasies took her by surprise, but they quickly consumed her thoughts, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

The dance studio faded into the background as Olivia's thoughts spiraled deeper. She imagined the feeling of Ian's cock against her lips, the smooth skin warm and pulsing with his heartbeat.

The idea of taking him into her mouth, of feeling his hardness slide past her lips and onto her tongue, sent a shiver down her spine.

She could almost taste him, the salty, masculine flavor mingling with the sweet anticipation of his release.

Was this the drug? Or was this me?

Her mind painted vivid pictures of kneeling before Ian, her hands gripping his muscular thighs as she looked up at him.

She imagined the weight of his cock pressing against her tongue, the way it would stretch her lips wide.

Every inch she took would be a victory and a reminder of how deeply she craved his approval and the pleasure it would bring.

She could almost hear his groans of pleasure, feel his hands tangled in her hair as he guided her movements, controlling her pace and depth.

Her entire world was reduced to the sensation of Ian's cock in her mouth. He would throb against her tongue, the subtle taste of his precum hinting at the release to come. She saw herself taking him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length, her lips stretched around his girth. The thought of him filling her mouth completely, of her being able to give him that pleasure, made her shudder with a mix of arousal and submission.

Her thoughts drifted to the moment of climax, imagining the way Ian's cock would twitch and pulse as he came. She saw herself swallowing every drop, savoring the taste and the feeling of his release. The idea of him filling her mouth with his cum, of her swallowing it down and showing him her devotion, was almost too much to bear.

Then he'd bend her over the bar, his strong hands gripping her hips with a commanding firmness. She pictured the rough wood beneath her stomach, the cool surface contrasting with the heat of her skin. The thought of Ian's powerful body pressed against hers, his muscles rippling with each movement, made her breath hitch.

She could almost feel the anticipation building, the way his cock would press against her entrance, teasing and testing her readiness before plunging deep inside.

Ian's cock filled her completely, stretching her in ways that left her gasping for breath. She imagined the relentless rhythm he would set, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The way he would pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a force that left no doubt about who was in control. The thought of him taking her with such raw intensity, using her body for his pleasure, sent a thrill of submission coursing through her veins.

Olivia envisioned herself arching her back, her hands clutching to the mirror for support as Ian drove into her.

She imagined the sounds of their bodies colliding, the gasps and moans that would fill the air, each one a testament to the pleasure they were both experiencing.

The roughness of the table against her breasts, the way it scraped and pressed into her skin, only heightened the sensation of being taken so completely.

She could almost feel the way her body would tremble, the way her legs would shake with the intensity of his thrusts.

Olivia imagined the climax building within her, the pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust.

She saw herself losing control, her body writhing and arching as Ian's cock drove her closer to the edge. The thought of him pushing her to her limits, of him filling her so completely and utterly, was almost too much to bear. She imagined the moment he would finally let go, his grip on her hips tightening as he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing with the force of his release...

She suddenly snapped back to reality, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She glanced around the now-quiet dance studio, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Ian was still standing close, his eyes dark and filled with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite decipher. He seemed to be coming out of a stupor of his own, his breathing as heavy and uneven as hers.

Had he been imagining things, too?

For a moment, their eyes locked, and Olivia felt an electric charge pass between them.

She could see the desire in his eyes, a mirror of her own arousal.

The intensity of the moment hung in the air, thick and palpable.

She dared a glance downward and saw the unmistakable outline of a sizable erection straining against his pants.

The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body responding instinctively to the evidence of his arousal.

Ian seemed to realize what she was looking at, and his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He shifted slightly, but the prominent bulge in his pants was impossible to ignore. Olivia's mind raced, her fantasies colliding with the stark reality in front of her.

Ian's fingers brushed a strand of hair from Olivia's face, his touch gentle and intimate. Their faces were inches apart, and Olivia's heart raced as she felt his breath on her lips. The air between them was charged with anticipation, the line between friendly flirting and something more dissolving.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the studio door creaked open, breaking the moment. They jumped apart, their faces flushed and breathless. One of their teammates poked her head in, a look of curiosity on her face.

"Hey, you two still here?" she asked, oblivious to the tension that had filled the room moments before.

"Yeah, just finishing up," Ian replied, his voice a little shaky. He glanced at Olivia, their unspoken desire lingering in the air between them.

"We're getting dinner as a team, come on."

Olivia and Ian shared one more glance, charged, heated, and wild, but they both headed for their things, and left without another word.