Chapter 1

 

"Chassé Arabesque, Passé, Double Pirouette, Tombé Pas de Bourrée, Grand Jeté." Tara Haze yells out from across the stage. The art director is  working with Alina Evans, a famous twenty year old ballerina that has taken ballet circuit by storm. The beautiful blonde is an exceptional dancer and has already stared in dozens of Ballet performances. Alina's alluring grace has charmed audiences in many countries around the world. The Ballerina's performances have always been bright and inspiring. Her cute, innocent appearance gives off an attractive purity that holds her in the highest regard. Her brilliant blue eyes and darling features can only be described as precious and sweet. However the blonde appearance can be deceiving. She takes her ballet seriously as she strives to be the best of the best. The girl can become bossy and insulting, even getting physical at times if cast members don't fall in line or if someone tries to challenge her status. The blonde is willing to step on anyone that is standing in her way to the top.

Alina is a very sought after performer and that is why Celeste Collins, a young uprising director and producer of Ballet concerts, has paid Alina a visit. The youthful woman brings a fresh outlook, several of her concerts have been huge successes. The 35 year old woman being a former star ballerina herself. This has given her an advantaged insight and appreciation for the art. Five years ago Celeste decided to retire from the circuit with a lifelong desire to write and direct, although the blonde woman continues to dance and keeps herself in excellent shape. 

 

Without going into too many details the director easily convinces Alina to star in her new Ballet. Alina's agent warns her of Celeste's sometimes questionable and risque concerts. The young ballerina ignored the warnings, looking to perform something more modern and rebellious. She's been very inspired by Celeste's career and has passionately followed her since she was a young child.

 

Alina flies out and is set up in a hotel adjacent to the theater. She has her own personal dressing room and every amenity she can dream of. It wasn't until Alina shows up for rehearsals she learns of the story line behind her requested performance. Celeste Collins has been known for pushing the boundaries and taking risks. Alina is a bit taken back when she learns that she is not the only female star in the performance. 

 

Elizaveta Lebedev. A young Russian ballerina that had come to America a few years ago. She received all her early years of practice and training back home, attending a program that rivals if not surpasses any American ballet academy. The stunning black-haired girl has been described as elegant although dark and mysterious. Eliza's cute, devious appearance gives off an innocent yet malicious demeanor. Her performances are sometimes dark and mysterious. They have raved the critics and aroused many audiences.

Alina is very much aware of Eliza. Although the two of them have never met in person, she has seen video of the Russian girl's performances, even losing a few lead roles to the dark-haired ballerina. It would be hard to say that Alina wasn't intimidated by the Eliza. The two of them are  constantly being compared to each other, so similar yet still having a night and day aspect in comparison. The blonde also heard the Russian ballerina has quite the temper and is at times difficult to work with. In the very competitive industry of arts, Alina herself is no stranger to bad attitude. She has had her fair share of confrontations with other hostile girls throughout her career, even finding herself in tight tangles with other ballerinas in order to correct their behavior. Yet there is something about this Russian dancer that gives her concern. 

Alina arrives on set and is met by Celeste. The two of them make their way center stage. They strike up a conversation, talking about the arts and all Alina's previous performances. The conversation soon turns to the current matter. 

 

"I'm sure you're already aware of your co-star, which seems to be fashionably late."

 

 "Yes, Elizaveta Lebedev." Alina responds.

 

"My plan is to bring two of the most notable ballerina's to the stage in a classic tale. Before I go further into detail we will wait for Eliza's arrival." 

 

Just then the Russian ballerina makes her appearance. As she approaches there is already tension, a frown on her face that indicates her discontent for Alina's presence. 

"Ah here we are. I'm sure neither of you need any introduction as the two of you are fully aware of each other's status."Celeste announces.

Alina is captivated by the black-haired girls emerald green eyes and enchanting face. She reaches forward with her hand. "Elizaveta?" 

The Russian girl pauses for a moment, just enough to make the situation even more awkward. She eye's the blonde up and down. Finally she reaches out and shakes the American girl's hand. "Yes, Alina is it?" Elizaveta speaks out, her Russian accent already noticeable.

 

The two girls give a firm shake with their small soft hands. Alina can feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up as the two of them lock eyes in an exchange of silent judgement. They can already feel the animosity building between them.  

 

"Ok girls I will get right to the point."   I have choreographed a performance that represents a classic tale of love and betrayal. Two women contested against each other for the love of a powerful and handsome young man. It will have your ballet talents and strengths pitted directly against each other. It must be convincing and I hope the two of you are up for the challenge." 

 

Celeste goes on to explain. "I picked the two of you for your outstanding performances. Two of the most promising ballerinas in the circuit. I believe the two of you are the perfect match for these parts. Both of you the same height and weight, in fact exactly the same height at 167 centimeters. This will create a perfect symmetrical balance and display.

 

The two ballerinas look at each other with consideration. Celeste hands the girls the screen play along with the sketched out choreography. "Alina you will play the part of Angelina and Elizaveta you will play the part of Anastasia. I am anxious to get started so please let me show you to your dressing rooms. Please read the scripts so we can start rehearsals as soon as possible. We have only three full days of rehearsals. Let's meet back on stage at one o'clock."  

 

The two ballerinas are led back stage in an awkward silence, the two of them eyeing each other suspiciously. Once they arrive Celeste turns to them. "Please study your parts thoroughly, if you have any questions you can reach me on my phone." The two girl enter their rooms giving each other one last contesting glare just before closing their doors. 

 

Chapter 2

 

As Alina settles into her dressing room she feels challenged like never before. The idea of sharing the stage with another ballerina that is every bit as strong and talented as herself has her feeling anxious. As she reads through the script it appears to be a typical love story between her character Angelina and a young man named Jacob. The first few scenes have the two of them falling deeply in love with each other, expressing and committing themselves through dance and music - it's the character build up of the story. 

 

It isn't until scenes 4 and 5 that introduces Elizaveta's character Anastasia. Through Jacob's travels he meets the dark-haired beauty and becomes captivated. Often leaving Angelina to rendezvous with the other girl.

 

Angelina eventually discovers Jacob's betrayal and sets out to follow him. She catches him in the act. There is a confrontation between Angelina and Anastasia depicted through strenuous dance as each attempts to demonstrates her love for Jacob. Up on their toes the two ballerinas circle each other: leaping, whirling, and fluttering. They gracefully spin around one another with high kicks and swinging arms coming dangerously close. 

 

Before things get out of hand Jacob intervenes pulling Angelina off to the side to profess his love. As they leave together he deviously returns to Anastasia promising he will return and soon be hers.     

As Angelina's love heals for Jacob she is once again dancing and parading herself for the handsome young man, always ending her dance in a gesture that asks "Was my dance not better than your mistress's?"  

 

It doesn't take long before Jacob returns to Anastasia. They perform a very erotic dance, exhibiting his infidelity in a passionate and sensual manner.  As Jacob attempts to return back home Anastasia is pulling and begging him not to go. 

 

Once Angelina has Jacob back in her arms she senses his betrayal. Perhaps she can smell the exotic scent of the other woman as she swings away from his arms. The two dance in anger until the young man finally whirls away from sight. 

 

As Angelina is left crying and pounding her fists, a dark mysterious figure comes out from the shadows. 

 

Anastasia has followed Jacob home. Determined to win his love all to herself. Angelina senses her presence and rises to her feet. The two ballerina's slowly approach each other en pointe. They once again circle in a display of ballet: arabesque, attitude, grande jete, tour en l'air, pique. The dance reflects a heated argument that grows into a display of talent and strength. The circling gets tighter until they are nearly in each other's faces. Alina continues to read a choreographed script that has the two dancers pushing the limits of possibilities.

 

The blonde ballerina is unsure of what she is reading or if she is even capable of performing such moves. The tangled and twisted positions has her blushing. As she continues to read on she finds herself becoming aroused at the prospect of such risque dancing. It's literally a choreographed catfight between her and Eliza, pitting the strength and talents of the two ballerina's directly against each other. 

 

Jacob suddenly returns and is seen stalking around the outer edges of the stage, unbeknownst by the two ballerina's. He watches as the battle unfolds.  After a long, hard, nearly impossible dance routine Eliza's character starts to weaken until finally falling to the floor in defeat, leaving Angelina to fall into the arms of her lover. 

 

Alina is shocked by the script. Wondering if she is capable of such a suggestive performance in front of a live audience. The blonde has had her fair share of tangles with other ballerinas, mostly during rehearsal or while practicing maneuvers in private. It seems there is always one or two girls trying to steal the spotlight, getting to close when trying to compare their  "developpe" or "grand battement en pointe" After a high raising leg entanglement, Aline always ends up setting the other ballerina flat footed. Nobody can stay up on her toes like Alina.  

 

The blonde ballerina asks herself, "If I were to back down from this ballet performance would I look weak in the public eye?" Her mind turns to the talents of Eliza. "Would I be able to match the other ballerina move for move?" The blonde could already hear Elizavete's mouth running haughty if she were to walk away now. Bragging and boasting as to how Alina was too afraid to match her ballet skills up against the Russian girl's.

 

As Alina contemplates the performance she decides to dress in her white leotard, nylon tights, and tutu skirt. After slipping her feet into her ballerina slippers she starts to stretch out on the ballet barre that is placed in front of a large mirror in her dressing room. She can't help but think about the maneuvers and positioning in the choreography. Some of them seem outright impossible and needed to be explained. 

As she imagines her and Eliza performing on stage she can't help but feel the anxiety of her and the black-haired ballerina tangled together in an epic struggle. She wonders how Elizavete is taking this all in. Little did she know the Russian girl was performing her own stretching preparedness on the other side of the wall of her dressing room. 

 

As Alina continues stretching, the choreography she pictures in her mind is causing an arousal to build deep in her loins, an arousal that was dampening the crotch of her white leotard. As she stretches her leg high into the air she spots the darkening patch between her legs. She suddenly notices the time and realizes there is nothing more she can do but blot the wetness with a towel before heading out on stage for rehearsals.

 

Chapter 3

 

Celeste Collins is on stage directing a few of the other dancers as Alina makes her way out. 

 

"Ah yes Alina, you look adorable. It's so wonderful to have you."

 

"Thank you for having me, Celeste."

 

"So I assume you have read the script and went over all choreography." 

 

"Yes I have and I have lots of questions."  

 

"We should wait for Elizavete. I will answer all your questions and go over it with both of you."

 

Celeste goes back to directing the other cast members as Alina is left standing and waiting for Eliza. Five and then ten minutes goes by before Eliza finally comes walking out on stage. Once again it shows the dark-haired girls lack of respect.

 

This time the two ballerinas eye each other with even more consideration as they look one another up and down. Eliza dressed in identical ballet attire but hers in black. Both of them now having read the script, it triggers a sneer to spread across their faces as they lock eyes.

 

"Elizavete maybe you could be a little more prompt with your timing." Celeste criticizes the Russian girl. "After all time is money."

"Yes, maybe I will." Eliza responds in her heavy accent. 

"Ok now that I have both of you here I will gladly go over your performances and answer any of your questions."

"Yes, why does this bitch get to win fight?" Eliza comes right out of the gate asking the question. 

"What did you call me?" Alina starts making a move towards the Russian girl that causes Celeste to step in between them. 

"Now girls let's keep this professional." The director responds while ensuring the girls stay separated. "This is how the script plays out, Elizavete." She scolds the dark-haired girl. 

 

"Well maybe I win fight instead." The Russian girl suggests with anger. 

 

"Listen Eliza. Please adhere to the script. Depending on success of this ballet there may be a sequel, so please follow the instructions."

 

"Yes, maybe I will, maybe not."  Eliza responds. 

 

"Please Elizavete let's stick to the script." Celeste steps back from between the two ballerinas. 

"I have questions about some of the choreography between Eliza and I." Alina raises her concerns. 

"Ah yes I know exactly which parts you have in question. I know the two of you are well rehearsed on most of the ballet performance written in this script, however there is a struggle that must be represented between the two of you. I believe we should start there. I am sure the two of you will have no problem with the rest of the choreography."

 

"Being that there is already some hostility between the two of you, I'm hoping this will only add to the realism of the scene." Celeste observes. 

 

The blonde director continues to go on in length. "Not only does this performance represent the fight for Jacob's love, but also a deep emotional struggle between two women. In act twelve we see Angelina in anguish over Jacob's betrayal as Anastasia comes into the scene. The two of you whirl and leap around each other in a series of chasse arabesque, pique turns, grand jete. It will be  an altercation. An argument let's say that plays out through dance until finally bringing the two of you together physically."

 

"This is where I believe we should start. I have choreographed several moves that will test your limits. Let us begin where the two of you come together en pointe with the arms in the second position. Please turn and face each other in this position."

 

The two ballerinas seem to be a be hesitant as they move into their directed position. "Now this is where the two of you finally come together in physical struggle. I want it to be a forceful collision face to face, arms spread wide, finger lock each other and press forehead to forehead. Do this now!" Celeste shouts out the order.

 

Alina looks over to see Eliza with this smirk on her face. Like she might just be enjoying this. The blonde realizes she needs suppress the awkwardness and get into character. A sharp sneer spreads across Alina's face. 

 

"Go!" Celeste shouts out and with that the two ballerinas slam together, body to body, forehead to forehead, finger-locking. 

 

"Not bad but may need some practice." Celeste remarks. "Ok remain en pointe, hold this position while I explain." Celeste starts to circle the two ballerinas. "I want the tops of your feet pressed together tight, toe nail to toe nail. Please arrange this now." 

 

The ballerinas remain up on their toes and position their feet together as instructed. There's a pause in Celeste's instructions as she examines their position. Alina is finding herself having to push and press more tightly against Eliza as the Russian girl seems to be applying a bit more pressure against the blonde. The two of them have locked eyes. Alina's crystal blue orbs glaring questioningly into Elizavete's emerald green. 

"I'm going to put you on floor, bitch." Elizavete whispers and sneers into the blonde's face and she pushes in hard. No other ballerina has ever caused Alina to lose her en pointe, until now. The Russian girl sets the American girl flatfooted. Alina struggles to regain, leveraging and prying until she finally comes back up en pointe against the dark-haired girl. 

"Please Alina remain en pointe." Celeste commands.

"Weak American." Eliza snickers. 

"Fuck you, bitch." Alina snarls while pushing in tight. She has it in her mind she isn't going allow that to happen again.

 

"Yes girls, this is the tension I am looking for, but please let's remain professional." The director states as she continues to circle and examine the girls position. 

 

Alina can feel the tight firm body of the Russian girl molding against her, b-cup breasts smashing together, hard muscular abs and thighs pressing into tight alignment. The experience has the two of them puffing their hot breath across each other's faces as their mouths hang slightly open, foreheads pressing tight while their eyes remain locked in a heated glare. 

"Ah yes I knew the two of you were going to be a perfect match for this performance." Celeste finally speaks out. "Now this next part is going to have to be practiced extensively. I want the two of you to perform a bourreer while eventually adding some pique turns. Try to keep the your feet pressing tight together, toe to toe, or at least in a tight cluster. I want it to appear like the two of you are floating together across the stage as one, arms spread wide, pressing forehead to forehead. Now let's see some practice at this."

 

The two ballerinas start off in a clumsy struggle, fighting to keep their balance while their feet perform quick, small steps in unison. At first their attempt seems awkward. Slowly but surely they start to become more graceful. 

 

"That's is girls now push each other back and forth."

 

Alina is suddenly caught off guard by the force of Eliza's forward push as she is driven back several feet before she is able to stop the Russian girl's advance. They become locked in a standstill, their feet still tapping up and down. 

 

"Yes girls I would like to incorporate several of these motionless struggles. But now Alina you have to push forward and regain your ground."

 

The American girl digs in deep with all her strength and attempts to move forward. Eliza is causing some serious resistance until she mistakenly missteps and is forced back. However the Russian girl manages to regain her toe hold and pushes back, sending the blonde retreating once again. Alina then spins them around and now it's her walking the Russian girl backwards. So back and forth this dance plays out across the stage. At times looking awkward and clumsy, at times looking graceful and elegant. 

 

"Yes, that's it girls. Let me see your ballerina feet fight each other, and I'm certainly enjoying the looks on your faces, pure struggle." Celeste comments. "Now let's incorporate a few pique turns into this."

 

The two ballerinas whirl around the stage, slowly becoming more coordinated and graceful. Alina however finds herself in a real struggle to match the moves and pressure coming from the strong Russian girl. 

 

"Maybe we could have the two of you go chin to chin with each other." Celeste shouts out the order.

 

The girls follow the directors commands, tilting their heads and pressing chins in tight.

 

"Excellent, excellent!" Celeste shouts out. "Now maybe switch back to foreheads pressing, we can alternate this move." 

The director allows this struggle to play out for a few minutes. "Yes girls, now you're getting the idea. Let's move onto the next part." 

 

Celeste walks the two girls through the rest of the choreography. She has them whirling apart at times only to come together in new unusual entanglements. They entwine in positions that test their ballet abilities to the fullest, all while the director circles the girls and gives instructions.

"Yes that's it girls, talent against talent." She would often say. 

 

Their strenuous efforts have the two girls sweating  and straining rigorously against each other. Most of the moves have the two ballerinas face to face, body to body, pelvises aligned and pushing while their arms and legs swing, sway, and kick in an epic display. Alina can feel the dampness of their nylons and leotards soaking into each other. Especially between their pelvises, which may not be just sweat as the physical strain has created sexual tension between the girls.

 

By this time Aline figures out she really has her hands full with Elizavete. It's obvious the Russian girl is pushing and goading her into a real test of strength and abilities. The blonde has never experienced this level of competition before. The dark-haired ballerina has put her flat footed once and Alina is going to make damn sure that doesn't happen again as the American girl continues to struggle against Elizavete in all these  bizzare entanglements. 

 

"Ok girls we have gone over most of the choreography. It is time for the final move." Celeste announces. "Now that the two of you have just whirled away from each other in a fit of frustration, I want some distance between you."

 

Celeste goes on directing the two ballerinas. "This next part may be the most complicated move so far and it is going to take practice. After pausing with determination to end this, the two of you charge forward en pointe in a fit of frustration. When the two of you collide I want your left leg to come up in a sort of Attitude position, wrapping high around each other's waists. Arms going into the first position while wrapping tight around each other's backs. Your right legs must come together perfectly aligned en pointe toe to toe and from here you must use the force of the collision to perform a sort of Fouetté en tournant, spinning together in a tight embrace. You must remain en pointe. I am hoping the two of you will be able to whirl together for several seconds, hopefully much longer."

 

The two ballerinas look at each other as if a move is even possible as Celeste goes on to explain a bit more in detail. 

 

"I understand the physics of such a move with both you feet pressing together en pointe, only one of you can be spinning en pointe at a time. However that would give the appearance of one of you being in control. So I want the two of you to alternate, one full spin for Alina, one full spin for Eliza and if done correctly and fast enough it should give the appearance of you two turning together on a single point of contact. This spin must last as long as possible until Anastasia is finally whirled off and lands on the floor in defeat." 

 

"Yes, I don't like this."  Eliza speaks up. "Maybe I throw her to the floor." 

The two sweat soaked ballerinas lock eyes. Each one expressing a lip curling smirk. Their faces and hair damp with perspiration.

"Please Elizavete, we talked about this." Celeste responds

"Ok I'm not sure, maybe, maybe not." The dark-haired ballerina suggests.

 

"Ok for now let's practice this. Get some distance between the two of you." Celeste gives the instruction.

 

The two ballerinas set up opposite each other. "Now remember, use the force of the impact to whirl the two of you into a spin." Celeste directs.

Alina knows Eliza has it in her mind to embarrass her and that she is going to have to go at this full force.

 

"Ok girls, ready, go!" Celeste shouts out the command. 

 

The two ballerinas charge forward. They collide face to face, body to body with a smack of sweat soaked leotards. They go into a spin, clinging to each other in a tight embrace. The whirl lasts six or seven times before both ballerinas lose their balance and nearly fall to the floor. 

 

"That's it girls, you've got the Idea. Let's do this again." 

 

This starts the repeating slam of ballerina into ballerina as Celeste commands the two of them to practice this painful collision again and again. Each time the two of them gaining one or two turns.

 

"Yes girls, come together tight, faces close, pressing together." Celeste continues to direct.

 

It gets to the point where it becomes a battle of attrition as to which one of these ballerinas is going to cry uncle first.

 

"You are weak." Elizavette whispers just loud enough for the blonde to hear as the two spin together in battle. 

"Fuck you," Alina responds in disgust.

 

The two of them continue to trade quick little snipes at each other as over and over again body is slammed into body. Alina can feel the Russian girl attempting to lead with her pelvis and when she finally matches the girl in a head on pubic bone to pubic bone collision, the two girls find themselves spinning together like never before.

 

"Yes, yes girls, that's it. Let's perform this a few more times."

 

So again they go at it. The two girls inner thighs slide together on impact. Pubic bone collides with pubic bone. Tits colliding with tits in a dampening thud. Faces smack together from the extreme force. Their left legs wrap up high as arms embrace each other in the tightest crush so far. The two girls spin and spin, alternating their en pointe perfectly. For nearly 7 seconds the two ballerinas whirl together in the most graceful twirl so far and for the first time they come to a complete stop while remaining in a tight en pointe embrace.

"Excellent, excellent!" Celeste shouts out with excitement. "Now a couple of more times for good measure." 

The two ballerinas collide and twist into each other again, each time lasting 7 or 8 seconds. Each time coming to a full stop in a nose to nose embrace. 

 

"Ok girls I think that will be all for today. I have arranged for the two of you to have practice time together in private. Let's see if you can expand this performance and make it extraordinary." Celeste explains. 

 

The two ballerinas look at each other with contempt. Both fighting to keep from showing their exhaustion from the hours of rehearsal.

 

Chapter 4

That night as Alina lies in bed in her hotel room she can't help but think about the days rehearsal. Their twisted entanglements play out in her mind over and over again. The blonde starts to think Celeste's plan all along was to get Eliza and her to fight this out until only the better ballerina resides. If Elizavete proves to be better it might just be her being thrown to the floor in defeat. 

 

Aline realizes she hasn't even washed the Russian girl's sweat off her body. She can smell the other ballerina's pheromones and sweet candy perfume. The blonde starts to rub herself as she thinks about how many times her soaking wet pelvis slammed together Elizavete's, the two of them rubbing and grinding as they twisted together in strange tangles. The dark-haired girl really seems to get off on trying to out performance her. "She's probably lying in bed right now rubbing herself in some sort of sick perverted fantasy that she is better than the me, controlling and crushing me." The blonde ballerina thinks to herself. 

It was an early rise for Aline as she prepares for another round of rehearsal's. She showers and dolls herself up with makeup, pony-tailed hair, and sweet smelling perfume. The blonde steps into a pair of white nylon tights along with a fresh leotard tutu and then makes her way down to the theater. 

 

Chapter 5

 

Celesete is one stage with a few of the other cast members. Alina looks over to see Elizavete already there practicing with whom she assumes to be Jacob. The Russian girl must be eager, being that she actually showed up early for rehearsals. Celeste comes over and greets Alina and quickly has her practicing of few of her early scenes. 

 

Meanwhile Alina couldn't help but continually look over at Elizavete and Jacob. The man is a handsome young stub, muscular and lean. It was obvious they were practicing their passionate, erotic scene as depicted in the script. The blonde tried to suppress any feelings of jealousy as she watched the two lovers danced, grinding pelvis to pelvis. 

 

Eventually Celeste calls on Jacob to rehearse with Alina, the part after Angelina had caught him cheating. Where Jacob promises his love to only her. 

 

The first thing Alina notices is the bulge in Jacobs leotard. And what's even more shocking is the wetness that is covering his nylon member, obviously a coating from Eliza crotch. The blonde suddenly feels herself gushing. She looks over to see the Russian girl smirking in a one-upmanship like sneer.

Alina and Jacob start to converse, going over their moves and all the choreography. Soon the two of them are whirling around together in harmony. Their dance becomes more passionate, the blonde's arousal increasing as the wetness builds between her legs. She can smell the Russian girl's pheromones and candy perfume smeared across the muscular man which only adds to the fueled hatred.

 

A choreographed thrust has the two of them finally coming together pelvis to pelvis. Alina nearly explodes as the wetness from Jacob's cock is smeared into the cleft of her nylon pussy. The couple move around the stage in a dance of intimate love. The constant grinding of man and woman has Alina's arousal heightened while she continues to get whiffs of the other woman's odor. The subconscious idea was to erase the other woman's smell and wetness and replace it with her own, but in all actuality the two women's scents were being mixed together.  

 

The two of them practice through their moves for sometime. Alina makes the suggestion that Jacob should return to Eliza and practice with her again.

 

"Maybe you could compare our ballet talents and tell me whose are better." The blonde whispers to the man before sending him off. She knows he will do it. What man doesn't want the arousal of two women mixing together on his straining, rock hard cock.

 

With that Jacob makes his way back over to Eliza. The dark-haired girl looks over with a questioning smirk. Alina juts her jaw outward in a challenging sneer. 

 

Within seconds Jacob and Eliza are moving around the stage in a pelvis grinding dance as Alina goes on to practice her moves in other scenes of the ballet. The blonde can't help but keep an eye on the whirling couple as they float and whirl back and forth. 

 

Twenty minutes later Jacob returns. His nylon covered bulge soaking wet, appearing as if he had cum inside his leotard, possibly both he and Eliza cumming together. It's a good thing Alina and the Russian girl were across the stage from each other and far enough way from the other cast members to keep them from seeing this contest playing out, and Celeste seems busy enough directing them while having her back turned.

 

Alina immediately embrace the young stud, grinding her own wet crotch into the softening bulge of the man. It doesn't take long before the blonde has him once again rock hard. She can smell the scent of Eliza now stronger across the man's body.  

 

"Well, which one of us has more talent?" Alina asks while whirling and dancing around with the young man.

 

"She is asking the same thing." Jacob responds. 

 

"And what did you tell her?" The blonde questions. 

 

"I told her I believe the two of you should settle this between yourselves." The man replies nervously. 

 

"So what you're telling me is you think we should fight each other?" Alina continues to speak as the young stub moans and thrusts. "Well of course you do. You want to see us catfight each other don't you? Catfight over your cock." The blonde wasn't going to allow Eliza to be the only one to make this man cum. And if successful she would have one up on the Russian girl, being able to make the man cum a second time.

Once again the man moans, thrusting harder as they dance. "I know what men like." Alina states as she matches the thrust. 

"You want Eliza and I to catfight each other." The blonde ballerina attempts to inflate Jacobs arousal, she is going in for the kill. "I know you want to see it. Eliza and I locked together in a catfight, ripping and tearing away at each other."

 

The young man moans and thrusts again. Alina moan and returns the thrust. The images have both of them reeling in sexual bliss. The two of them cum together. They rock and thrust as they spin and whirl around the stage. She can feel his member throbbing, he can feel her pussy pulsating.

 

The two peak and descend, coming to a stop in their scripted choreography.  "Now tell me who is best." Alina asks again. 

"I will say again. The two of you need to settle this." Jacob responds neverously. 

The blonde pushes him away. The arousal between them was so thick it causes linking strings of cum to stretch between them through their leotards when they pull back.

 

"Go and tell her you think I am better." Alina commands angrily.

 

Jacob hops across the stage with his hands covering his soaking wet crotch. The blonde watches as Eliza quickly embraces the man and starts to grind on him in a dancing like fashion, the Russian girl occasional glancing over at Alina as she does so. 

Celeste suddenly steps center stage and makes an announcement. "Ok people that is enough for today. Let's allow Alina and Eliza to have the stage in private to practice their routine. Girls, please proceed." The director then follows the other members off the stage. 

And just like that, Alina and Eliza are left glaring at each other from across the stage. They slowly start to circle. A light layer of perspiration covering their faces and the soaking wet crotch of their leotards on display.

"Why are you doing this?" Alina shouts across the stage. 

 

"Doing what? I just play the part." Eliza responds. 

 

"You're trying to turn this into something more than it has to be." The blonde makes the comment. 

 

"What, you have problem keeping up with Russian girl?" Eliza asks as the two girls continue to circle. 

 

"Celeste chose me for this part because she knows I'm the better performer." Alina states with anger.

 

"I don't think so. You are confused and afraid." The Russian girl replies. 

 

 "Afraid? Afraid of what?" The blonde shouts out the question.

"Afraid I am better dancer...better woman." Eliza makes the suggestion. 

"You're delusional." Alina replies while shaking her head back and forth.

"I shall prove to you." The dark-haired girl states with confidence.

"Really?" Alina then comes up on her toes. "Shall we start at the beginning." She then spreads her arms wide. 

 

Eliza matches the blonde's position. "Yes, this will be beginning of end...for you."

 

The two ballerinas starts to move forward, en pointe, gaining speed. They slam together, body to body, forehead to forehead, fingers interlocking in a test of strength. Their feet continue tapping as they press together. They start to spin and push one another back and forth across the stage, snarling into each other's faces. 

 

"You are a weak bitch." Eliza snarls.

 

"You are a disgusting slut." Alina responds.

 

The struggle continues, face to face, tit to tit, thigh to thigh. Alina wants nothing more than to set this bitch flatfooted. She applies more and more pressure that is only met head on by Eliza. The blonde is also finding herself having to fight against a few of the dark-haired girl's trick maneuvers as she is now being led around the stage by the bumping thrust and grind of the Russian girl's pelvis.     

 

 The American girl thrusts back, pubic bone to pubic bone, whirling and spinning around the stage in a crucifix like finger-lock while their soaking wet crotches mash and absorb into each other. 

The two ballerinas are already sweating from their exertion as the struggle plays on and on, body to body, grimacing faces pressing and smearing together, feet tapping and tangling in this ultimate battle of strength and talent, and they are quick to discover they appear to be equal in both.

 

After several minutes the two of them veer off towards the edge of the stage. They have to break apart to keep from falling off the edge. They pull away from each other huffing and panting. 

"You are weary and unsure of yourself." Elizavete makes the insinuating remark. 

"Hardly, but I'm pretty sure you're full of yourself." Alina comes back.

 

"That's what it takes to be best." The Russian girl responds.

 

"Yeah? Well we both know how this ends. With you on the floor." Alina states.

 

 "We shall see, maybe you end up on floor." The dark-haired girl suggests.

 

 "I'd like to see you try." The blonde makes the challenge.

 

"Very well, lets continue." Eliza replies.

 

Again the two ballerinas come together. For nearly three hours they practice. Every slamming and whirling move has the two of them testing each other's limits. They continue to trade criticizing snips while shouting out bitch, whore, and slut. 

 

At times the pair looking like a spinning gyroscope as they collide together with their arms and legs stretched out high and wide, then coiling together in twisted knots that have them spinning and whirling. 

 

The choreography has them colliding together in a grande jete, trying to split each other open in the pencil leg position. Pushing ass to ass, crotch to crotch in a straight scorpion. Performing an en pointe bourreer bear hug. Tangling and kicking their feet together in a Cabriole. The struggle continues until the two finally whirl apart, panting and sweating. 

"It's time we finish this, slut." Alina commands.

"Come to me, bitch." Eliza offers.

With that the two ballerinas charge forward and leap together in a whirling spin that lasts 8 seconds. 

"Again Alina shouts out." 

For another 30 minutes they practice and practice this signature move. By the time Celeste comes walking out on stage to check on the girls progress, the two of them have managed to stretch this whirling spin out to 10 seconds. 

"Yes girl, yes! This is what I want to see." The directer shouts out. "I think the two of you have had enough for today. We have two more days to practice."

Chapter 6

The next day was a repeat of the previous one, although their practice time with Jacob was limited as the cast worked on bringing it all together. The end of this rehearsal once again has Alina and Eliza facing off in their own private time. 

 

"Ok bitch, this time I show you." Eliza makes the statement.

 

"Show me what?" Alina asks.

 

"You see." Eliza responds.

 

And with that the two ballerinas come together body to body, finger-locked.  Back and forth the struggle once again ensues. Alina finds herself in a serious struggle as the Russian girls seems to be pulling out all stops, bumping and thrusting forward with her tits and pelvis. The girl starts pushing and smearing her face against the Alina's. 

 

"Come on bitch! This all you got!" Eliza fights to egg the blonde on."

 

"Fuck you slut!" Alina snarls back, pushing and grinding as their faces grimace in struggling hate.

In an utterly surprising strike, Eliza plunges her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Alina eyes go wide and suddenly she is once again set flatfooted by the Russian girl.

 

"What the fuck?" The American girl cries out as she attempts to regain her en pointe. 

 

"What? Is this not about who better lover is?" Eliza snarls into the blonde ballerina's face. "You cannot compete like this? Prude American!"

 

"You sick bitch!" Alina shouts out. She's about had it with the Russian girl's foul mouth. During these few seconds the blonde manages to come back en pointe. Her anger now suppressing any ideas of decency. She thrusts her own tongue into the dark-haired girl's mouth and now the struggle has taken a new turn as Eliza fights back.

 

Round and round they go, finger-locked while pushing and thrusting together tit to tit, pubic bone to pubic bone Their wide open eyes locked as their faces smear together in hate and anger. Wet tongues now plunging and corkscrewing together. It's a fight to knock the other girl off balance. 

 

Once again the two ballerinas find themselves stumbling towards the edge of the stage. They pull apart, sneering and panting as they face each other in frustration. 

 

"Let's move on." Alina pants and gasps.

"Are you sure you can continue? You look tire and weak." Eliza intimidates.

"I have more left in me than you can imagine." The blonde replies.

"So be it." The Russian girl states.

The two ballerinas struggle through the vast choreographed script. Many times this newly added part has them thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths whenever their positions bring them face to face. On and on this dancing entanglement plays out. The two of them becoming more and more balletic, grace that requires strength an talent. 

 

After hours of soaking in each other's sweat the two ballerinas face off in their final signature move. 

 

"It is time I put you on floor." Eliza suggests with confidence. 

 

"This is not up to you." Alina replies. 

 

"Maybe, maybe not." The Russian girl states. 

 

The two girls come together in a whirling spin that has the two of them fighting to thrust their tongues into the backs of each other's throats. They spin together, eyes open wide and glaring hate as they attempt to choke each other out. 

They come to a stop while remaining en pointe in this tight embrace. Their tongues pull back. A few strings of their mixing spit linking their lips as they stare into each other's eyes with a look of regard and frustration.

 

"Again!" Alina shouts out the command. 

 

The two ballerinas repeat this move over and over again. Their collisions becoming more and more violent. Their embrace tighter and tighter. Their battling tongues becoming wetter and sloppier. So sloppy it has their mixing spit flinging off in all directions as they spin faster and faster. 

 

Suddenly the two girls collide together in a perfect collision, causing a strange anomaly to occur. Their rotating whirl continues well past their longest spin, and it doesn't stop, it goes on and on. At first the lasting twirl has them startled. Their faces reflecting confusion as their wide open eyes stare into each other in bewilderment and wonder. But then the two of them start to feel it, a tight wobbling grind between their pelvises that seems to have them sustaining this rotating spin indefinitely. 

   

This lights a fire in Eliza's eyes. Her embrace becomes tighter, her tongue thrusting stronger. Alina struggles to match the crush. It seems the tighter their embrace the faster the spin becomes. The two of them are growling and snarling into each other's mouth as their sloppy spit coated tongues wreak havoc. The look of hate and disdain reflecting on their faces as it now becomes a battle to find out which one of them was going to last longer. One, two, three minutes go by. But then suddenly Elizavete releases her tight clinch while simultaneously pushing and twisting out of Alina's grip. This causes the blonde to go crashing down to the stage floor while the Russian girl continues to spin on her own. Alina was so bewildered by their continuous spin that Eliza's move caught her completely off guard.

 

Elizavete come to an abrupt stop, facing the fallen ballerina. 

"See, I put you on floor." Eliza states with authority.

 

Just then Celeste comes walking out on stage. 

 

"What are you doing on the floor Alina?"

 

She didn't know how to answer at first "Ah just stretching out a cramp."

 

"Listen girls I'm going to put my complete trust in you to make sure you have everything worked out for opening night." Celeste informs the girls. 

 

Alina wanted to say something but didn't want to sound like a little tattletale that can't handle Elizavete. She didn't want to sound weak and inferior to the Russian girl. 

 

"Yes Celeste, we have everything worked out." Eliza makes the comment as she gives a snide look in Alina's direction.

 

"That's wonderful to hear. So let's call it a day and I'll see the two of you tomorrow morning for our last rehearsal." The director instructs the girls. 

Chapter 7

During the last day of rehearsal the ballet was practiced over and over again from the beginning right up to the final scene with Alina and Eliza. The blonde ballerina started to think it was unusual for the director to put her complete trust in the two of them for the final act. Maybe there was something more to her plan by pitting the two most talented ballerinas against each other up on stage. 

 

Once Celeste was satisfied with the casts performance. Everyone exits the stage, leaving Alina and Elizavete to face each other once again. 

"You are not going to follow the ending script, are you?" Alina asks with uncertainty. 

"Maybe, maybe not." Eliza replies maliciously. 

"You are going to make us look like idiots." The blonde states. 

"You already look like idiot." Eliza comes back. 

"I will not allow you to ruin this. I will not let you trick me again like you did yesterday." Alina

"I cannot help. You are easy to control." The Russian girl states. 

Alina comes up on her toes and spreads her arms. "Fine. If this is the way you want this, so be it."

Eliza matches the blonde's form. "Let us fight!" 

The two ballerinas come together in a slam that once again has them pushing each other back and forth across the stage. Lycra and nylon covered bodies mold together and tongues are immediately thrust into each other's mouths. The two girl play this out for several minutes. Alina is determined, pulling out all stops.

The blonde finally makes a move that has the two of them whirling apart. "See, I am in control!" She shouts out with aggression. "Now let's move on."

The two ballerinas move through the choreography, battling it out and testing each other to their limits. Alina isn't really sure how the audience is going to take them sexualizing their performance like this. Eliza seemed exuberant in all this. The blonde has it in her mind that the Russian girl is going to be praised and adored, while she comes out of this ashamed and ridiculed. Sometimes life just works out that way. 

 

After hours of sweat and spit swapping practice, the two ballerinas face off in their final move. 

 

"It doesn't have to be this way." Alina suggests.

 

"Maybe, maybe not. But I put you on floor again." Eliza states with confidence.

 

"Never!" The blonde shouts.

 

And with that the two ballerinas come together in a slamming spin, arms and legs wrapping tight around one another, tit to tit and pubic bone to pubic bone. Their tongues once again plunge into each other's mouths. With wide open and hate-filled eyes locked they whirl together in what seems like a never ending contest of wills and determination. 

 

After several minutes of twisting battle Alina suddenly feels Eliza's grip loosen, an attempt to throw her to the floor. She counter acts by gripping tight. As the blonde attempts the same act a few seconds later she feels the Russian girl tightening her hold. As this back and forth struggle plays out it causes the two ballerinas to wobble uncontrollably. They end up spilling to the floor while remaining in a tight clinch and start rolling back and forth across the stage. 

Eventually their right legs works its way up and around each other's backs, forming a catball like tumble. This has become a contest of agility and strength as each ballerina sets out to crush her opponent into submission. The sexual arousal of this physical battle has the two of them locking the camel toes of their lycra covered cunts together. Neither one able to control the fluids leaking and mixing between them. It gets to the point where they can feel their juices being sucked back and forth through all the nylon and spandex fibers. 

The two of them have yet to stop their sloppy tongue penetrating assault on each other's mouths, fighting to plunge deeper and deeper into the backs of each other's mouths. Their mixing spit is smearing and dripping from their chins. With open hate-filled eyes locked together they crush tit to tit and cunt to cunt, rolling back and forth across the stage floor like a pin ball machine.  

 

As minute after minute passes by the rolling slows, however the snarling, hissing and panting only increases. It's when they come to a stop with Eliza on top that Alina finds herself gushing uncontrollably, nearly squirting her orgasm through the nylon and lycra material. It quickly triggers the Russian girls climax and the two competing ejaculations collide an mix together. Their orgasms continue blasting so powerfully that the two ballerinas could feel each other's juices penetrating through their leotards and nylons. The two girls moan and growl into each other's spit filled mouths as their tongues reach as deep as they can into the backs of each other's throats. Wide open eyes remain lock through the shocking power of their release. 

 

Suddenly a loud banging noise echo's through the auditorium. A crew member is back stage moving equipment around. The noise startles the girls causing Eliza to pull out of their deep plunging tongue assault. Strings of their mixing spit linking their mouths together. They stare into each other's eyes as the noises continue to get louder. 

 

"See, I put you in your place, bitch!" Eliza sneers with intimidation.

 

Just then Celeste's voice could be heard back stage causing the Russian girl to pull up and out of their embrace. Sticky cum strings link and then snap apart from their soaked crotches, mimicking the separation of their mouths.

 

The two ballerinas stand just before the director walks out on stage. 

 

"Ah yes girls! Happy to see the two of you putting in so much effort." Celeste comments as she takes in the sweating and disarrayed appearance of the two girls.

 

"I have great news for the two of you. The three of us have a meeting this evening with the editor and two photographers from Ballerina magazine. Both of you are going to be featured on the cover of next months issue. The two of you need to get cleaned up and put on a fresh tutu. They what to see you in your ballerina attire. I want hair and makeup done. You have three hours to meet me in the lobby of the hotel. So get going girls."

 

Chapter 8

 

 Alina couldn't believe it. Being on the cover of Ballerina magazine is certainly on her bucket list. However now she is going to have to share it with the bitch that she's on a collision course with to ruin her reputation and possibly her career. "Is this really how that slut wants this performance to play out?" She asks herself as she washes Eliza's sweat and cum off her body in the shower.

 

Alina takes extra time dolling herself up with hair and makeup. She feels like she is being pimped out. After putting on a fresh tutu and dousing herself in a sweet alluring fragrance she makes her way to the lobby. 

Alina and Celeste stand around waiting for Elizavete. It doesn't take long before the girl makes her appearance looking fresh and dazzling. The three of them make their way to a reserve banquet room. Inside there is a small crew finishing setting up all the backdrops and photography gear.  A woman about Celeste's age comes walking towards them. Alina thinks she recognizes her.

 

"Celeste, how great it is to see you!" The woman shouts out with glee. 

 

"Charlotte, likewise!" Celeste responds with the same joyfulness. 

 

The two of them come together in a tight hug and kiss each other full on mouth to mouth. 

 

"It has been awhile, hasn't it." Charlotte remarks. 

 

"Yes, too long. How have you been?" Celeste replies. 

 

As the two women continue their tight embrace, Alina suddenly recognizes the other woman. It's Charlotte Cominzky. A former ballerina herself. Alina remembers reading about her as a young child. In fact she suddenly remembers this was Celeste's arch rival. She remembers hearing about  the turmoil these two created throughout the ballet circuit and all the strange rumors. This whole thing was starting to make sense. 

 

"Girls I would like to introduce to you the Chief Editor of Ballerina magazine, Charlotte Cominzky." Celeste announces as the two women pull out of their embrace. The brunette appears to be too young to be Chief Editor, certainly her outstanding ballet performances has landed her this position.  

 

Alina reaches out to shake her hand. "Yes I know all about you, I followed you as a young child." 

 

"Yes, very pleasurable to meet you." Eliza shakes the woman's hand. 

 

Charlotte then turns back to Celeste, embracing her again. "I'm so happy you took my advice and brought these two talented girls together." The editor states as she jostles her tits into the other woman's.

 

"Yes I have to say it was a brilliant idea." Celeste responds with the same shake and shudder. 

 

Alina notices how perfectly these two women match up against each other, one blonde, one brunette, both slim and fit with ballerina type bodies, equal height and equally weighted. The interaction between the two women seems fake, with maybe some underlying hostility. 

 

The two women separate, turning their attention back to Alina and Eliza. The editor speaks out. 

 

"Girls it's wonderful to have you both. I have plans for a fantastic cover and an article in our magazine. I would like to capture several individual shots of the two of you posing in a few advanced ballet positions. Then bring you two together in a photo shoot for the cover of the magazine. These are our top two leading photographers, Amelia and Casey. Both former ballerinas themselves."  Charlotte explains the situation.

 

The introduction was made and all the girls shake hands. 

 

"Shall we get started?" The Editor makes the announcement.

 

The two ballerinas where taken off to opposite sides, each one containing a backdrop for the photos. In the center was a the main backdrop, obviously for the photo shoot featuring the two of them together. 

 

Casey was set to do Alina's photos while Amelia was doing Eliza's. The photographers put the two girls through several advanced positions, snapping away with their cameras.  Alina and Eliza would occasion lock eyes as their legs where stretched high in various positions, their lycra covered vulva's on full display. It started to feel like a competition itself, not only between the two ballerinas but between the two photographers as they continue placing the girls in strenuous positions.

 

After 30 minutes or so Charlotte shouts out. "Yes, I'm loving this girls! Now let's bring the two of you together for the cover shot."

 

Everyone moved to the center of the arranged photography set. 

 

"Ok girls please center yourselves in front of the backdrop." Charlotte gives the command and continues. "Celeste and I have discussed this thoroughly. Once we learned of her bringing two of the most promising ballerinas together in a performance of talent and strength, we thought this would be the perfect opportunity to promote this in our magazine as an epic catfight between Alina Evans and Elizavete Levedev."

 

Alina and Eliza look at each other with shock and surprise. 

 

Charlotte goes on to explain. "This months issue will also feature a few articles that will enhance the public's catfight fascination."

Celeste suddenly intervenes with an idea. "Might I make a suggestion. I would like to see them pose together in the starting position of what I am hoping with be their signature move."

 

"That sounds like a great starting point." Charlotte chimes in. 

"Ok girls get into position." Celeste commands. 

The two ballerinas face each other, both feeling a bit awkward. They come up en pointe and embrace one another, one leg wrapping around their waists while holding each other tight, nose to nose. The two girls nostrils flare as they can smell the mixing of their pheromones and expensive perfumes.

 

"Oh my godness I love this position. It's quite telling." Charlotte comments. 

"Ok girls lets see and feel some hostility between the two of you." Celeste shouts out. 

"Oh yes, that's it!" Charlotte speaks out, practically sounding aroused. 

The two photographers are continuously bumping elbows trying to get the perfect angle for the shot.

 

"Now grab the backs of each other's necks and really force each other into the confrontation. Let the viewer see the strain, especially on your faces, press nose to nose." Charlotte shouts out the commands.

Celeste and Charlotte were standing side by side with one arm wrapped around each other's backs, just behind the photographers. They appeared to be clutching one another tight as they continued to shout out directions. 

 

"That's it girls, pure hate. Lets see you press your foreheads together." Celeste yells out loud. 

 

The two ballerinas continue to follow their instructions. 

 

"Press harder girls, lets see those neck muscle strain." Charlotte yells out.

 

The pushing an shoving between Casey and Amelia started to get out of hand as they continued to fight for the perfect shot. 

 

"Watch it bitch!"Amelia elbows the other photographer.

 

"Then move over slut!"  Casey pushes back.

 

"Amelia and Casey, lets keep this professional." Charlotte shouts at the girls.

 

"Ok now let's see the two ballerinas go chin to chin, press tight and sneer in each other's faces." The Editor continues with her instructions.

 

"Get tighter girls." Celeste barks the order.

The whole rooms seems focus on the two embracing ballerinas. There are even a few magazine crew members watching from the sideline. Being the center of attention actually has Alina feeling aroused, overwhelming any embarrassment. The constant crush of Eliza's pubic bone against hers isn't helping contain the stimulation she's feeling. She feels wet down there and can tell Eliza is too. Yet the two of them remain motionless, like a statue.

 

Alina can't help but wonder the complete history between Celeste and Charlotte. It's becoming more clear that the two of them have conjured up this whole ballerina catfight thing due to a past feud between themselves. Especially since she can see the two of them struggling arm in arm in her peripheral vision and can occasional hear their pantyhose legs rubbing together when the room is silent.

 

"Let's switch back nose to nose girls." Charlotte makes the command. "Now lock eyes and lets really see some hateful intensity on your faces."

 

"Squeeze each other tighter!" Celeste barks out the order.

 

Alina's body was starting to feel numb from the wrenching tit to tit, crotch to crotch embrace. It has everyone wondering how long the two ballerinas can remain up on their toes while holding this position. The two girls are so practiced, they would all be waiting hours for one of them to collapse. 

 

"This is fantastic girls! I don't see any reason for anything further. We have what we need. We can wrap things up." 

 

The two ballerinas separate, shaking their arms and legs out from the extreme clinch they were locked in. 

 

"We will go over all the pictures and select the best ones."

 

"Could I get copy of photos?" Alina suddenly asks with enthusiasm.

 

"Yes me too!" Eliza excitedly shouts out.

 

"Certainly. We have all your information and will send you copies along with a copy of the magazine before it is released to the marketplace. Thank you so much for your time." Charlotte expresses her gratefulness.

 

Casey quickly rushes over to Alina requesting a autograph on an older picture she has of the blonde ballerina.  As she's signing her name, Alina sees Eliza and Amelia walking out the door together. 

 

"Thank you so much, I'm a big fan." Casey then leans in and whispers. "I'll send you a few pictures tonight."

 

Alina then makes her way back to her hotel room. 

 

Celeste and Charlotte remain chatting in the banquet room as the crew tears down all the equipment. It didn't take long before they were all alone. 

 

Charlotte suddenly steps forward and embraces the ballet director. "I have to commend you on bringing these two together."

 

Celeste's arms wrap around the editor. "I have to commend you on coming up with the idea." 

 

"They remind me so much of you and I when we were in the spotlight." Charlotte squeezes the director a little tighter. 

 

"Yes, I have to agree with you." Celeste return the tight hold. 

 

"Elizavete reminds me so much of myself. But tell me, who do you think is really going to win this battle of talent and strength up on stage tomorrow night." Charlotte clamps down tight and starts to tangle her pantyhose covered legs into the director's

 

"Alina is my pick!" Celeste ratchets up the tight squeeze while rubbing nylon into nylon. "She is going to win, just like all the contests I won against you."

 

"Ah yes it seems obvious that you would pick the blonde. But from what I can remember, I believe it was me that usual ended up on top." Charlotte states as the two women's leg tangling embrace becomes aggressive. 

 

"Well maybe you would like to go back to my hotel room and discuss these matters further?" Celeste makes the suggestion.

 

"I'd be happy to. Lead the way." The brunette follows.

 

Chapter 9

 

Later that night just as Alina climbs into bed her phone chimes. It's a message from Casey with attached photos. She quickly pulls them up and scans through them. "Thank you Casey!" She types a message back. 

 

Alina lays down while continuing to browse the pictures. She is fascinated by the intensity, focusing in on the ones of her and Eliza together.  The fervor is off the charts as she stares deep into the photos. The blonde wonders how tomorrow night performance is going to play out. Will she be capable of taking it as far as the two of them took it during their rehearsals? What is the audiences reaction going to be? 

 

The anxiety of it all has her rubbing herself through her panties as she stares at one photo in particular. Nose to nose the two of them are glaring into each other's eyes with the deepest hate imaginable. Alina switches photos, one that has them pressing forehead to forehead. She can see the strain in their necks, the loathing in their eyes.  Again she switches to the chin to chin photo. Mesmerized by the way they are looking down their noses at each other. The molding crush of their bodies has her thinking of a rib cracking embrace. Whose would break first?

 

The blonde suddenly goes off. Blasting through an intense orgasm before falling fast asleep, dreaming of struggling and tangling with the Russian ballerina.  

 

Chapter 10

 

Alina decides to spend most of the day stretching and mediating in her hotel room, trying to clear her mind. However it's randomly filled with images of Eliza and her locked together in a an epic struggle. 

 

As showtime grows nearer she showers and dolls herself up perfectly. After putting on her tutu she performs a few spins and whirls, fine tuning her balance as she watches herself in the mirror. "Whatever happens, happens." She tells herself. It's showtime. 

 

The sell out theater is packed. As the cast and crew members prepare, Alina spots Celeste and Charlotte and makes her way over. 

 

"Ah yes Alina, this is your moment." The director tells her. 

 

Alina looks Celeste and Charlotte up and down. They appear to be wearing their hair a bit different and she can see marks across their arms, necks, and faces that appear to be covered up with makeup. Their lips also looking chaffed and swollen. 

 

Suddenly Eliza makes an appearance that distracts Alina's attention. 

"Ok girls we can't wait to see two of the most promising ballerinas performing up on stage tonight" 

"Yes, I'm sure the two of you are going to give it everything you've got!" 

"We are getting ready to start, please take your places." Celeste directs the two girls. 

 

Alina and Eliza walk together to the stage curtain.

 

"Are you going to follow the script?" 

 

"Maybe, maybe not." Eliza answers in her usual form. 

 

That was all Alina needed to hear. The Russian girl has no intention of following her part. This only increases her anxiety. The upper class of the ballet society is surely going to ridicule her for such a sick, risque performance. Alina wasn't even sure how this performance was going to play out. There was no way to stop this now. She would be cast out of the industry and Eliza would brag to the world how Alina was too weak an afraid to compete. 

 

However there is this dominating urge deep inside Alina, to put everything she has up against Eliza: her talent, her strength, her alluring beauty. To take on the Russian girl in front of an audience and show them the better ballerina. This urge is now overwhelming any doubt as images of her dominating the Russian girl fills her mind. They've come to see two of the most powerful ballerinas pitted directly against each other. Alina is going to give them what they want.      

Chapter 11

The curtain opens as the cast members set the stage for love betrayed. Celeste and Charlotte are seated backstage, side by side behind the curtain, yet they have a perfect view of the performance. They are sitting close to one another with their nude pantyhose legs already tangling together with anticipation like two giddy little schoolgirls.

 

The Ballet starts and for over an hour the story builds in a captivating display of leaps and spins. As Jacob is traded back and forth between the leading ballet stars, Alina notices a trail of wetness on the man's bulge that she knows she is going to have to adsorb into the cleft of the lycra camel toe. Alina answers this by sending Jacob back over with her own arousal coating the man's nylon bulge. 

Hopefully the other cast members have been too involved in their performance and the audience might be too far away to see this secret little exchange of fluids. 

Eventually the stage is set for the finally scene and it has the audience on the edge of their seats as Angelina and Anastasia face off. 

 

The two ballerinas charge forward. The audience could hear their grunts and the dampened thud of their lycra covered bodies colliding while their tongues immediately thrust into each other mouths. Alina knew the Russian girl wasn't going to hold back and neither was she. 

 

The scene has the audience gasping in shock and horror as the two finger-locked ballet stars start pushing each other back and forth on stage. With wide open eyes locked together in hate and determination, Alina and Eliza whirled and staggered across the stage like graceful fighting swans. 

 

Finally they break apart and take it to the next level. Each choreographed step has the two of them tearing into each other unlike any of their previous rehearsals. They would come together in tight crushing holds. If their arms and legs weren't swinging out in an attempted display of grace and beauty, they were tightly wrapped around each other while ripping and tearing into lycra, nylon, hair and flesh. Any move that brought them face to face they had their tongues plunging deep into the backs of each other's throats. 

The two ballerinas continued to whirl and collide over an over again. Many of the moves bringing them pelvis to pelvis, legs raised high and prying against one another in an attempt to split each other open in a battle of leg strength. They would grind and thrust while tangling together across the stage. Stings of fibers were being ripped and pulled as nylon and lycra thread entwined around the two battling ballerinas.

 

Alina could feel the sting of Eliza's nails digging into her, the burn in her scalp as the Russian girl ripped strands of her hair out. The blonde was delivering her own aggressive punishment, tearing into the dark-haired girl with equal rage. The two ballerinas were hellbent on dominating each other in a humiliating and contentious way.

 

The audience was in awe as they watched this fight between the two ballerinas unravel. Many times a whoa or a gasp could be heard echoing through the theater as as the two girls collide and become entangled in nearly impossible positions. 

Strings of entwined nylon threads stretch out between them as the two finally whirl away from one another in preparation for their final performance. The two of them looking tattered and weary. 

In a final blow they come together in the fiercest collision yet. The audience becomes enthralled at what they are witnessing as the two ballerinas spin together in a locked embrace that seems to break the laws of physics.

 

Back and forth they whirl together across the stage, looking conjoined and fused in a single mass of nylon, lycra, and flesh. With one leg wrapped around each other's waists, tits and pubic bones are welded together as their arms embrace one another in a death grip. And whether or not the audience can see it, their tongues are deeply embedded into each other's mouths as their wide open eyes remain lock together in hate and determination. They never separating as they continue to spin while trading and mixing their spit, fighting to choke each other out. 

At one point Alina nearly loses her balance as the Russian girl bites into her upper lip, enough to draw a small amount of blood. The blonde's determination keeps her stable and she returns the bite, tasting and mixing Eliza's blood with her own. "No more surprises." She tells herself.

 

As the minutes pass by Alina starts to feel Eliza's feeble attempts to throw her to the ground. She responds in kind, causing the spinning pair to wobble before regaining control. Over and over again these attempts play out until the two of them finally go crashing to the stage floor. As they hit the floor the force of their spin continues. They remain locked together. Once they sense the end of the stage they stop only to roll and spin in the opposite direction. 

Back and forth they slowly start to curl into each other, forming a ball that continues to roll back and forth across the stage.

For several minutes this struggle plays out. Some in the audience were confused at to what they were witnessing. Little could they see or understand the intentness of this battle. Alina and Eliza were so deeply entwined into each other, they looked like a Taoist Yin and Yang symbol rolling back and forth across the stage. The two ballerinas bodies were locked together in what seemed like a life and death struggle, looking like they were fighting to crush each other out of existence. However there was more to this struggle. A fight that pitted every ounce of talent, strength, and being against each other.  Not only was this a fight to crush, tear, and rip each other apart, this was a fight to break down the sexual core of each other's womanhood. Using their mouths, tits, and cunts to do so. 

Alina is completely determined to crush the Russian girl. Their mixing sweat, perfumes, and sexual pheromones are creating an intoxicating mixture as their fighting scents soak into each other. It has heightened their arousal to uncontrollable levels as their juices spill from their cunts like two different flavors of syrup. It seems to have become a fight to mix them together and overwhelm one flavor with the other.  These womanly juices are leaking and smearing across their conjoined lyra cunts and at times being sucked and squirted back an forth through the nylon material of their leotards. 

 

As their open, hate-filled eyes remain locked together in a deadly stare down, their mouths continue to drool excessively, their lengthy tongues corkscrewing together, churning girl spit into girl spit like mixing paddles, and it becomes a fight to force all that blended girl spit down the back of each other's throats and choke one another out.   

 

The two ballerinas would occasionally pause with one in the top position. For a moment their bodies would jerk and shudder only to roll off in a different direction. On and on this slowly plays out until eventually the two of them roll center stage with their glued together leotard crotches facing the audience. Like a lopsided ball they rolled back and forth trading the top position. The audience can hear them grunting, moaning, and the smacking of their slobbering mouths. Alina is so deeply embedded into Eliza's body she can feel the girl is about to lose all control. But in an instant she suddenly feels her own body gushing and exploding in concert with the Russian girl's. They roll back and forth in a fight for the top position. Alina can feel Eliza's body jerking and shuddering more violently than her own. Her jolting and convulsing overpowers the blonde's, allowing the dark-haired girl to roll into the top position.  For several second the two ballerinas tremor and quake. Alina can feel the raw power of Eliza's orgasm, almost like the strength of the Russian girl's ejaculation is impeding her own as they churn their mixing cum into each other. 

 

As the blonde peaks she suddenly has an overwhelming feel of shame and embarrassment. Her moaning cries and the gurgling of spit signal the end for the blonde as her arms and legs fall off to the sides in a cry of humiliation. 

 

Eliza continues to assault her for several seconds before she finally peels herself up. While remaining hunched over the American girl she looks back at the audience, her mouth dripping with spit and blood like a vampiress just ending the kill of her victim. Her face is snarling and hissing.   

Celeste suddenly orders the curtain closed and the house lights come on signaling the end of the show. The audience erupts in a mixed reaction: cheering, whistling, yelling, hissing and booing." Alina is left in utter shock and humiliation. She finally pulls herself up and runs off stage and back to her hotel room. 

 

Chapter 12

 

Months pass by while Alina finds herself seemingly cast out of the spotlight while Eliza continues to bask and absorb in her victory. The Russian girl even lands a few performances that were promised to the blonde. And to rub salt into the wound even deeper, Eliza was featured on the cover of Ballerina magazine, posing in a triumphant facade that was aimed at humiliating Alina. In the article the dark-haired girl goes on to brag about her win and how her talent and strength beat out the American girl.   

 

Aline finds herself doing some serious soul searching. "How could I allow myself to get involved in the first place?" I just couldn't fight the urge to take on the Russian girl and prove better." Her mind was all over the place. "Why did I allow myself to become so humiliated, I should have fought back with hate and determination." The Idea of competing in such a vulgar display didn't seem to affect Eliza in any way. In fact the Russian girl seemed to enjoy it, thrive on it. 

 

As Alina stares at Eliza's conceited pose on the cover of Ballerina magazine it lights a fire inside her. She picks up her phone and starts texting and calling Charlotte non stop. Leaving message after message for the Editor. 

 

There is finally a returned phone call the next day.  Alina makes her case to Charlotte for her being on the next cover of Ballerina magazine. She pleads for the need to tell her side of the story. After an interesting conversation the Editor agrees. How can she refuse to not refuel this bitter feud between the two ballerinas. It's great for magazine sales. 

 

A month later Alina finds herself being interviewed and photographed. She goes all out in the article to explain Eliza's fluke win and how her own shame got the best of her. "First of all I allowed my emotions to get the best of me. I had plenty of fight left. And second of all Eliza is a cheating bitch! She doesn't play fair and she doesn't fight fair. If I had to do it over again," Alina pauses and looks up in thought before continuing. "Well, let's just say it wouldn't go well for Eliza."

 

"But Eliza ended up in the top position. How do you explain that?" The interviewer asks. 

 

"Like I said, my emotions got the best of me. And to be honest I would have to say my overall performance was superior against the Russian girl's. I know it would be hard for someone to judge, but my strength and talent outmatched hers up on stage that night. I could feel it, and I know she could feel it. "Alina went on to state her case in the article. 

 

"Would you perform with Eliza again?" The interviewer asks. 

 

"Yes! In fact I'm challenging her to meet me up on stage and fight me talent and strength against talent and strength. This time it will be different. I won't hold back!"  The American girl finishes the interview.

Alina would have paid a million dollars to see Eliza's face once the magazine hit the marketplace.  If the Russian girl wanted to have another go at her she would certainly accept. Not only accept, it's what Alina craves more than anything. With all her built up anger she has a savage need for revenge. 

 

It was almost instantaneous that Celeste contacted the Alina about performing again. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to bring these two talented ballerinas together again on stage.     

 

The director runs through her plan to bring the two of them back together. She wants to bring another man into the picture, Angelina's new love. A possible couples showdown on stage. She promises the blonde the two of them will be able to settle their differences on stage. 

Alina becomes aroused as she pictures the possibilities of such a performance. She strips herself naked and jumps into bed. The blonde ballerina lies back and starts fingering her juicy cunt. She fantasizes about the men's rock hard cocks stretching out nylon, pulsating and dripping with pre-cum while hers and Eliza's wet lycra camel toes expand and contract like biting mouths.    

 Suddenly Alina's phone chimes. It's a message from Eliza. The Russian ballerina comes right out and challenges the American ballerina to go bare cunt to bare cunt. She wants to do it after to two of them perform in Celeste's new ballet, in private. "That's if you still have any fight left in you after I get done humiliating you again up on stage." The message reads. 

"Trust me, the humiliation is going to be all yours. I accept your challenge. After performing let's fight each other ballerina cunt to ballerina cunt! I'll be ready!" Alina responds with her own message. 

The End