Idle Fantasies: Come Dance For Me

Rachael Cavalli strolls next door with a casserole in hand. The neighbors left their teen Laney Grey home alone, so Rachael promised to check in and bring food. She knocks, gets nothing, then circles around back. One glance through the window stops her cold. Inside, Laney is grinding in nothing but a tank top and thong, hips rolling to the music. Rachael lingers, eyes glued, until their gazes lock. Laney freezes, cheeks burning, but Rachael smirks and walks in like she owns the place. Turns out she runs a downtown club where the girls make serious money in decent hours. She thinks Laney has the spark, maybe even the body for it. Laney beams at the praise but knows her moves still need work. Rachael sets the dish aside, steps behind her, and puts hands right on her waist. Hip check here, slow roll there, fingers sliding along Laney's spine, the mirror catching every inch of contact. The "lesson" gets hotter by the second—hands don't stay on the small of her back for long. Before the music ends, clothes hit the floor and the couch becomes the new stage.