Dancing with Fire

Story Sent in by Rob:

Pauline was a dance instructor I met online. I didn't dance much myself, but we seemed to have plenty otherwise in common. On the day of our first date, she asked that I meet her at her studio after work. She said she'd leave the main door open for me so I could walk right in.

When I entered, the lights were all on but there wasn't sign of Pauline. I called for her and looked in the two studios, but she wasn't about. Thinking she may have stepped out for a moment, I waited.

After 15 minutes, I called her and left a message. I said I was at the studio and was patiently awaiting her arrival.

I planned to wait for about five more minutes (maybe she was taking a colossal dump?) when she walked in through the front door... with another guy.

She looked at me wide-eyed for several seconds. Did she recognize me? I told her who I was and reminded her that we had plans to meet that very night. The guy stared me down, then stormed by without a word, entered a dance studio, and shut off the lights. He then started taking off his clothes.

Pauline said to me, "You have to leave."

"But we had plans."

She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. She also took off her jacket and started unbuttoning her sweater. She made her way to the dark studio where the guy was.

"You have to leave," she said again, then closed the door to the studio and locked it behind her. The door had a window in it and she drew a blind closed over it.

I wasn't interested in waiting around to hear Pauline and her chosen date go at it. But I did want revenge. So I pushed open the front door and let it shut, to make Pauline think that I had left.

After several minutes of listening to the unmistakable sounds of erotic moans, I sneaked to the locked studio door, pounded on it, and yelled, "Fire! Fire! Oh my God! Fire!" and then bolted out as fast as my legs would carry me. Who knows if it freaked her out or not? It was satisfying, so at least the night wasn't a total loss.