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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:25 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
"How did I let myself get talked into this?" Juniper muttered to herself, pressing her thumb between her temples to ward off the headache she could feel threatening to manifest. She was in the locker room just off from the gymnasium, the low excited murmuring of chattering girls coming from the showers as the last class for the day cleaned up and discussed their plans for the hours before curfew. Sighing, she opened her eyes again to look in the mirror. It wasn't like she didn't have confidence in her body. At 5'8", she was tall enough to have a good presence, but not so tall as to chase away the boys who preferred to be the more physically imposing member of the relationship. Her legs were long and toned, years of running track giving them definition, and when coupled with her round hips it gave her a firm, pleasant backside. She ran a hand over her stomach and tsked slightly, her slacking off the past few months had lost her those nice, defined abs she'd had in her prime, but she contented herself that at least she hadn't developed a belly before she'd gone back on self-training. Her bosom was a bit on the small side compared to most of the girls on the island, but they were still perky and she could always take refuge in the thought that she wasn't burdened with all that useless meat. She could see the blush creeping into her cheeks as she gazed at her reflection though. Instead of wearing the already risque uniform of Shokushu, she was wearing a black spandex leotard with violet markings. The hips were cut high enough to fully expose her hips, and she was glad she'd gotten in the habit of keeping herself shaved because the cloth remaining did little to nothing to conceal her modesty. The rest of it hugged her body impossibly tightly, looking more like someone had painted it over her skin, each breast lifted and supported but clearly separate instead of stretching the cloth between her peaks. She swallowed a bit as the piercings in her nipples caused her to stand out against the cloth even as she was embarrassed. She turned around to get a look at her backside, for all that the garment hugged her front, it was practically absent from behind, coming together only to cover her backside in a fashion that barely passed the muster of public decency. "This can't be the right size." she mumbled, adjusting the long sleeves to make sure the pattern lined up smoothly. But the sleeves were properly cut, and she had to admit that as uncomfortable she was with the neck piece running all the way up along to her jawline, it wasn't tight. She added a small floral hair ornament to her short hair in the same color as the highlights on the leotard before she turned away from the mirror and closed the locker door. Barefoot, she made her way up the stairs back to the gym, thinking to herself. After . . . recent events, it had become clear to Juniper that she couldn't afford to slack off on her physical training after all. Running laps, jumping hurdles, distance jumping, she'd been trying hard to get back to her old level, but she had to admit that she just wasn't having the results she'd been having under her old coach. Maybe she really wasn't as good at pushing herself as she'd thought? Today though, when she'd been stretching and getting ready for another day of hard training, this impish old man came right up behind her. She hadn't even seen the man coming, he'd damn near scared her out of her skin when he spoke up, but as she jumped to her feet and made her best imitation karate stances he'd smiled and complimented her cordially on her flexibility. She'd blinked a bit at that, it was completely outside of anything she'd expected to happen at this school. While she'd been confused, he'd launched into his pitch, on the outstanding qualities of a rigorous gymnastics routine. Grace and femininity she could take or leave, but she had to admit that there were benefits to increased limberness, and she could really stand to learn how to fall properly. So, when he'd said that the gymnastics club was looking for new members and offered her private coaching so that she could test her aptitude without worrying about embarrassing herself, she had to admit that it sounded like a pretty good deal. Now she was half convinced that he was just a dirty old man looking for an excuse to ogle athletic young women. She puffed a breath of air to blow some hair out of her face, topping the rise of the stairs and looking around. Well, if he was, he was at least putting some effort in. All around her, the gymnastics' clubs equipment was left out for them to use, parallel bars, pommel horse, hanging rings, wide mats, ribbon, balls, clubs, and more. She put a hand to her head, casting her eyes around to see where the old man had gotten off to. "Jesus, does he really think we'll be using all of this stuff?" she mumbled to herself. |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:05 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
The class was just starting. Students from all over the place were pooling right into the gym, the perfect setting for the set of gymnastics exercises. Here, there were equipment to be used for different exercises, testing strength, agility, and a whole lot of other stuff for the students to try. It was also here that they would be weeded, according to each of their particular strengths. Some of the students tended to work on the pommel horse. It was here that students who had decent upper body strength excelled. They worked at it and worked at it, without actually even giving room for the other students. There were others who, rather than wait, tried out the other equipment. There were some who found the parallel bars to their liking. Others still had themselves working on the floor exercise, which in the eyes of a warm-blooded male, would turn out to be the most entertaining of all to watch. So, with all these students in deep concentration and effort to actually prove themselves worthy enough for the club, no one was able to notice the entrance of the old gym teacher. He was wearing a striped long-sleeve and cream colored slacks that made him look out of place in this gym full of girls. Still, it managed to make him look professional. He had more the appearance and aura of a basketball coach rather than anything, and was actually carrying with him a notepad, along with a whistle hung around his neck. He looked around. The only thing that would set this teacher apart was his face. When many girls had the vision of him being some 'dirty old man', they had all the right to do so. He had eyeglasses rimming his squinty eyes which made it look like he was searching for a potential victim. His generous growth of facial hair made him look all the more the sexual deviant. He, however, was looking at the gym in a serious gaze. When they had seen a grinning, weird old man talking to them before, when he blew his whistle what they saw was an actual teacher. However, if one looked hard enough, they can never mistake the bulge in his pants for 'jockstraps'. The teacher cleared his throat, audible enough for all the girls to hear. " Welcome, girls." he said, smiling, although still serious. " This is the Gymnastics program of the Shokushu campus, intended to bring out the best among the best." " I have seen each of you personally, and I must say, I liked what I saw." he continued, " We shall begin with a basic set of drills, each directed at seeing which of you will excel in a particular area." He looked in the direction of the girl in the dark leotard. Tall, but not as tall as him at around some inches over 6'. He looked towering, impressive, even scary. But he made people feel a but welcome. He then motioned for the girls to come nearer. "Shall we begin?" |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:10 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
Juniper took a step back and swallowed as she saw how many girls were still in the gym. She couldn't really let herself be seen in this get-up, could she!? But after the first beat of her heart, she noticed that no one was really looking at the newbies who were flocking into the gym. All around her, young athletes were earnestly working to hone and perfect their craft, looks of sweat and determination on each of their faces as they furiously focused inward on their development. Her eyes lit up slightly. Yes! This kind of atmosphere is exactly what I was missing! she though, pumping one arm. Throwing her reluctance aside, she jogged over to where a line of new girls was forming. When she fell in line, she blinked in surprise, Huh . . . so he has a face like this too? Maybe I was wrong to doubt him . . . she thought, raising one eyebrow appraisingly. Her eye traced the line of his long goatee as he went over the regime, until it settled just under his belt where her expression went flat, Absolutely not "Shall we begin?" "Hell yeah!" Juniper shouted, taking a step forward, like she used to with her old team. After a moment, she realized she was the only one who'd spoken up, she glanced over at a series of frosty, cultured glares, shrinking back in place and staring dejectedly at her feet. Femininity and grace, huh? Didn't seem that left a lot of room for guts and energy. |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Mon Dec 17, 2012 3:14 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
The girls remained silent. Probably, it was the effect of a serious-looking, authoritative figure speaking to them about the rigors of training. He went on and explained about the different benefits of gymnastics, the different intricacies and what it meant to keep yourself fit and ready for anything else that might be asked of you. Most everyone listened to him, a lot seemed to respect him despite that he embarrassed himself earlier by showing his erection. They followed all his bellows and instructions. One student in particular stood out from the crowd. Whereas everyone seemed to respect him and remained quiet, she was noisy. Where everyone seemed timid in their reactions, she was as active as can be. A peculiar student, but still one that was an asset in this room. She was energy bound in human form, as it appeared to him, and she can be pretty exciting as well. He watched as she stepped in line, did a few stretches, and made for the exercise in front of her with the enthusiasm of a Marine. He continued to watch for mistakes. There were a couple of times when he berated students because what they did appeared to him as lazy. But he paid no attention to the awkwardness of the girl's routine. The way she attacked the handlebars, screaming Juniper Modnar wrote: "Hell yeah!" The sessions continued as he had planned, and with each new routine the girl made, he found he's had trouble keeping it in his pants. However, when she executed a perfect floor routine, he failed to hide his enthusiasm...at least, he was able to do it in character. When she was finished, he calmly made a clapping sound, and said in an almost dead-pan voice, " Bravo." |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:15 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
Juniper kept her eyes on the floor for a few moments, her face growing hot and red as she tried to avoid meeting the gaze of any of the other girls. As the coach began to lead them towards the first exercises though, she heard a trio of them tittering amongst themselves. Apparently they were hotshots from their high school's teams, so certain that their spots were assured that they were more interested in ripping into the competition. Her eyebrow twitched every time their conversation drifted in her direction. Ungainly? A waste of the coach's time!? BRUTISH!?! You bitches . . . she grit her teeth, clenching her hands at her side. Alright, it's ON! Her competitive spirit began to roar. Maybe she didn't have twelve years of experience and a book shelf full of trophies. Maybe she did prefer comic books to poetry! Maybe she did prefer a night of drinking with friends over some hokey tea ceremony! And maybe she hadn't been blessed with the physique of a pixie with elastic bones, but she was going to make this team just so she could shove it right in their stupid up-turned noses! Waiting for her turn to approach the line, she started stretching her muscles so she could launch directly into things. It started simply enough, a twisting as far as she could at the waist and reaching her arms around to her hips as she kept pushing and bouncing off of her limit, then twisting the other way to do the same. She planted her feet about shoulder length apart reaching one hand up over head as she placed the other against her hip reaching as far to the side as she could, trying to ignore the way the leotard pulled up tightly between her legs as she did so, before she repeated it again with the other side. Hands on her hips, she arched her back, pulling her shoulders back as far as she could manage without losing her balance, heedless of the way it pushed her chest out. Then she bent over forwards and reached across her body to touch her toes with the finger-tips of the opposite hand. Turning perpendicularly to the line, so as not to take any more space, she planted one foot and bent at the knee, stretching her other leg out as far as she could behind her as she leaned forward into the knee, stretching out her calves as she once more mirror the action. Finally, she turned a bit at the hip, grabbing hold of the extended toe and bringing all her weight down on the bent leg as she dropped herself as low to the ground as she could, giving her hips a proper wake up. As she finally reached the mat, she rolled her shoulder for emphasis with a toothy grin. "At your command, Sir!" she exclaimed as she took the starting position. Whatever previous evaluation she'd made of him fell by the wayside as she attacked the equipment over and over again. It wasn't enough to do it, she wanted to try again, and again, faster than the last time. A tendency that lead to her taking more than a few spills along the way, but no matter how red in the face she got, she always got back at the end of the line for another go. The clearest indicator of how comfortable she was getting around him was actually the hanging rings, too far up to reach with a standing jump, he had to settle his hands around her waist and lift her up as she jumped and reached, holding her until she had a firm grip of the rings. She didn't so much as give him a sideways look when he touched her, eyes focused upwards on the rings. As she approached the mat for the floor routine, she brushed her thumb across the tip of her nose and bounced on the balls of her feet with a smirk, shaking her hands out. She'd made a few goes at this routine already, and she was pretty sure she had the movements down now. The tricky part would be waiting until he called out the next position. The simple piano music they'd been using started up as she took the starting position at the edge. She took a short "Step" forward to get the distance and followed it up by bringing her other leg up high in a "Kick". As the leg came down, so did her arms, pressing against the floor as she brought her legs straight up in a "Handstand". She let her shoulders drop as she came into a "Forward Roll", popping back to her feet and raising both hands in the air as he called "Finish!" It wasn't the end of the routine though, just the opening leg. "Run!" She took a quick step forward, then as he called "Round-up" she took a cartwheel "Run-back" and twisted at the hips so that when she bounced on her heels she was facing the opposite direction. As her heels touched the mat, she curled up and fell into a "Backwards Roll", springing to her feet again with her hands in the air "Finish!" The next bit was a little harder for her. "Lie down." she sank down, the palms and bottoms of her foot pressing against the floor, "Bridge up" she raised herself up in a crab-walk position, back arched high, "Kick over" she kicked one foot up with enough speed to bring her up into a handstand, the other leg trailing behind, bringing her body over in an arch before coming back up to her feet, arms raised "Finish!" She flicked her tongue across her lips, this next set was pretty rapid-fire, she was just going to go for it. She raised one leg up and held it steadily, arms raised up at her sides for balance, then she made a quick skip forward before jumping into a split legged leap, landing on one foot. She kicked the other foot forward and spun on her heel before bringing the foot down close to the first. A straight jump up, followed but another jump where she bent her knees to kick her heels up as high as she could, and she landed with both hands held high together in a steeple, before settling into position, arms held up but to the sides and one toe back "--and Finish!" She blinked a bit as his sedate golf clap. She was a little surprised to receive any recognition at all, some of the other girls were running much more complex routines as it was basically her first day. "Ah . . . thank you, Sir." she said, a tad abashedly. As he turned his attention to the next performer though, she turned on the trio, flashing them a middle finger as she walked off to the side. She grabbed a towel and a bottle of water, scrubbing her face before leaving the towel over her shoulders and pressing the bottleneck to her lips. She tilted her head back, bubbles of air rolling up from the bottle as she chugged down it's entire contents in one long pull. "PFAH!" she exclaimed, wiping her mouth, "That hit the spot!" |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Mon Dec 24, 2012 10:06 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
The exercise progressed with truly marvelous results. He was looking for someone who had the grace but still exuded power; someone who had the poise but still exuded technique; someone who was refined, yet had enough of the spunk to make it look like all competition had to be handled her way. Somehow, only one student among the rest had managed to show him what he was looking for. She was there, on the balance beams, the pommel horse, the floor. She was somehow a bundle of energy that didn't seem to tire. Where the other girls gave her glances of awkwardness since she was definitely showing them something that wasn't natural in a gymnast, she showed him that she truly didn't care. She carried on with her exercises, constantly challenging herself and no one else. Seemingly wanting to get the best of the other girls who were now casting her glances of disgust and mischief, she attacked all the exercises with the eagerness of a drill sergeant. He was half-expecting her to go ahead and berate a hapless Gomer Pyle on the floor for all the mistakes he'd made. Her energy was enough for him to give her a curt 'Bravo'. In truth, though, the flexibility, grace, and energy the old man was looking for was meant for purposes not purely wholesome. While all the girls, her included, were trying out for this same purpose, the old man had other things in mind. There was a selection for some of the girls to become his personal harem, his true identity's own personal pawns. They were a truly dedicated bunch, and truly tasty pawns they were about to become, although not one of them were the wiser as to what truly awaited them after all the exercises had been done. He had also found his 'muse', the one who would become the centerpiece of his harem. This girl, who was wearing the black leotard, and was doing a routine to make all others look like mere dances, was going to become his first victim. The honor of first marking, she had truly deserved by impressing him. And what a time he had planned for her. By his own design, while she was still about to go for her second exercise, the speakers blasted a sensual beat that would put any stripshow anthem to shame. |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Tue Dec 25, 2012 3:17 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
Juniper approached the mat one more time, twisting at the waist first one way and then the other, making the effort to stay limber between exercises. As she stepped onto the corner, the music that the team had been using up to that point changed. The humble little piano solo had worked well for timing her movements before, but this was something different entirely. The pace was higher, and setting the foundation for the piece was a heavy, driving bass line. It wasn't so much the kind of thing that she'd expect to hear in the gymnasium of a well regarded school as the kind of song she'd expect to hear shaking the halls of a dance club back home. She had to admit, it had an effect on her. She stood at the edge of the mat for a long moment, chin tilted back as she closed her eyes and just let the bass line run through her. She let her heel rise and fall with the tempo, taking shallow breaths, feeling her heart rate pick up until it was pounding along in time with the music. This wasn't the kind of song that she wanted to pace herself with, it was the kind of song that she wanted to move to. She kicked her lead foot out to full extension, pointing the toe out and holding it a moment, then she brought the leg across her body and turned sharply on her heel, spinning a hundred and eighty degrees in place. Planting the foot down again, she bent forward and then straightened out, jumping with her momentum into a backwards somersault which she stuck easily, dropping her hips back and tucking into a ball to roll over backwards once. At first it seemed she'd roll back a second revolution, but she planted her palms flat on the mat and brought her body straight up into a handstand, holding it for a moment There was no sound of impact as she let the body fall flat on the mat, braking the momentum using her lower back and knee as she lay flat, one leg fully extended back and the other tucked close. Her hands still braced against the matt and arms fully extended, her shoulders were raised and her eyes were level with the coach. Still following the beat, she crawled a few paces back towards her starting position, eyes still locked on him. Each time she reached forward with an arm and pushed herself with the curled knee, rolling her hip to fully reverse her starting position until she was close enough that she had to look up at him. Then she she spun on her him until she was sitting in front of him with her legs spread wide. She into another backwards roll, though she kept her legs spread wide as they went up and over, planting her feet as she came around and brought her body in a smoothly performed straddle stand. She moved her hips in an exaggerated swing, her shoulders moving opposite it as she pulled one leg into the center position, and then she swung her hips the other way to bring the other leg up before she raised herself up on the balls of her feet and spun in place again. Facing away from him now, and having the full length of the mat in front of her, she took a quick run up before tumbling forward into a cartwheel. Keeping her momentum, as she came up she started another cartwheel, though this time she planted only one hand on the mat as she threw her legs over in an arc, faster than the last time. Then, as she came up a third time, she leaned forward. She reached with her arms, but as she pushed off with her legs, she folded both arms loosely across her chest instead of touching the mat, coming up from a smooth side aerial. She stopped herself by planting her supporting foot solidly, the other leg extended back as she raised her hands in the "finish" position once again. She held it for a moment, her chest swelling as she took a few deep breaths, she'd fully expected to land on her head with that last trick but she'd managed to pull through it after all. "Whew . . . " she exhaled deeply. That last routine hadn't been terribly involved, but aside from the bit in the middle where she got to rest up it had definitely been a high energy set. She wondered about that crawling thing, she couldn't recall ever seeing anything like that in a competition . . . but she had to admit that she was hardly an expert in the field. She refrained from glancing back at the rest of the class as she stepped off the mat, but she was still moving with the rhythm her hips bouncing twice to one side and then twice on the other as she slightly rolled her shoulders in a pendulum opposite her backside. A subdued little dance, but definitely dancing. |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Thu Dec 27, 2012 2:04 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
The gym soon filled with the sensual sound that the girl had danced to. Not quite the usual sound one would hear coming from a gymnastics gym. It was more sensual compared to classic, more beat-laded compared to the usual dreary and generic sound most gymnasts like to use. It was different. So different, in fact, that most of the girls were left to gawk and to look at the coach with a slack-jawed impression. He, however, was in no mood to pay attention. His 'star gymnast' had just finished her routine, and she had somehow done a good routine on the floor and it was fun to watch. Somehow, she showed him a little of her sensual side, but he wanted more. Having seen that, and the way she walked off the floor, he knew somehow she would loosen up a little soon. He looked at the other students, who continued to look on. " What?" he said. " Are you just going to stand there? Gymnastics isn't for those whose minds are closed and whose ears are generic." With that remark, the girls seemed to wake from a daze and started to move in earnest. They started to move to the beat almost automatically, moving to do exercises to the beat of a different music. The old man, meanwhile, loved what he did. Most of them tried doing sensual stunts combined with athleticism, but cannot seem to pull it off. He looked at the other girl, and motioned her over. " Good exercise." he said when she moved closer. " However, I require more from the floor. You lead them." As if on cue, the music changed from one tinged with disco beats to one that was definitely RnB...however, it was RnB meant to be heard in the room with your significant other. It wasn't meant to be heard on the floor; the coach, however, wanted to experiment. He called everybody over. " What I need from everyone right now is an open mind." he said. " Gymnastics suffers so much from the fact that most think it's only athleticism. That's for men. What's required from women is a 60 to 40 mix of sensuality and athleticism...just like what she did." he looked at his prized student. He then motioned for her to perform, one more time, on the floor. The other students who had scoffed at her glowered. " Look at her." he began. " You may learn a thing or two about being at ease with yourself...and being sensual." |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Thu Dec 27, 2012 7:38 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
Juniper had been back at the end of the line, taking deep steady breaths with her eyes closed. These routines were definitely demanding, but they were short, and she was no stranger to exercise. It was kind of like sprinting, as long as she had a little time to recover her breath before the next one, she could keep roughly the same level of performance for a long time. She tilted her head as she watched the rest of the class, wondering why they seemed to have trouble adjusting their movements. Muscle memory was the most likely, she imagined, it was all new to her so she was very self conscious about the way she moved. They'd all been doing this long enough that their bodies "knew" how to move, so they were fighting old habits. Seeing the coach wave her over, she jogged over to him, mostly keeping her weight on the balls of her feet to give her a light, bouncing step that suggested she had plenty of energy left to burn. "Good exercise." he said, she smiled a bit at his approval "Thank you, Sir. I'm kinda enjoying all this, actually." she admitted, glancing around. And then he mentioned that he wanted her to lead the class on this next routine, "Eh!?" Before she could even begin to think of a compelling argument as to why that was a bad idea, he was motioning for the whole class to gather around. She was feeling a little steamrolled, but he was the coach. So long as she was on his floor, her job wasn't to question, but to perform. She listened to his philosophizing and rubbed her chin, she supposed it did make a kind of sense. Gymnastics was a performing art, after all, and any performer was ultimately playing to their audience. So, why not try to bring feminine charms into the mix? She swallowed a little bit as she listened to the R&B. She never much cared for the genre to begin with, deeming it prerecorded pillow talk for people who couldn't use their hands and brain at the same time, but that wasn't what was making her nervous. It was the pace. Her strength was in her legs, jumping, flipping, rolling, she could bring her pre-existing experience to bear with that. But this was slow, it wasn't going to be high energy acrobatics, it was going to be all balance and control. All eyes were on her, and she was going to be playing where she was weakest. . .but if she reneged she'd make the coach look bad. She took her first step towards the mat. She'd never been one to back down when challenged, and besides, if she screwed up at least she'd only reflect badly on herself. "60% sensuality, 40% athleticism..." she muttered to herself as her lead foot touched the mat. Closing her eyes, she settled one hand on her hip, letting the other swing freely as she took another step forward, swinging the leg around at the hip before planting the toe. As she swung the other foot forward, it put an exaggerated sway to her hips, and again she moved her shoulders to counter-balance the movement, she didn't stop at the edge of the mat. Instead, she strode to the very center and sank to the floor. One leg flat against the floor, bent at the knee so that the leg cross in front of her, she propped the other one with the knee against her chest and leaned forward. Her arms were hugged around her body, one hand settled on the curve of her waistline and the other hugging the side of her upright leg until she hid her face behind the hand, the fingers brushing up into her hair. She waited like that for a few moments, just long enough to make the class wonder if maybe she'd chickened out, but she was listening to the music, finding the beat and trying to get into character. Finally, she started to move. The hand at her side came loose first, her finger tips lightly trailing against the mat in a half-circle as she turned her body along with the motion, both legs swept into complementary curve as she twisted at the hips away from the class, her other hand came down as she turned back the other way, her legs drawing together and then curving the other way as she reached the pivot point. Her eyes lacked the concentration she'd usually been wearing in these exercises, instead soft and sultry as she let her breath out through slightly parted pouting lips. Facing forward again, she spread her legs out far to either side and swept her arms up, first one and then the other, arching her back high as she rested her shoulders against the mat, her palms resting on the floor once again. She brought her legs together again and took a breath, lifting them up. It looked like she was going to roll over at first, but part way through she brought herself to a stop, extending her arms and bringing herself up to a handstand. She let one leg fall to the side, parallel to the floor, and then she brought it up again, running her foot along the inside of her legs. Slowly, she arched her back again, bending the legs back and keeping her toes pointed as she doubled over on her hands, her feet nearly touching her head as she held the position for a moment. She wobbled slightly, but she straightened up once again, legs fully extended upwards. Slowly, she shifted her weight, picking one hand up and reaching it to the side, letting her legs part again, this time the leg on the opposite side stretching out parallel to the ground as she kept the first leg pointing at the ceiling. She held it for a moment, another breath. Okay, here we go. . . she thought. She swung her legs down swiftly, spreading them as far out as she could manage, picking her hand up as she went right side up and then crossing over by planting her other hand down. She swung back up into a handstand again, this time facing the other way. Slowly, keeping her balance, she let one leg arch over and then the other, as her feet rested on the ground, she picked herself up, running one hand up along the inner curve of her leg. She arched her back to make her ass a bit more prominent as both hands rolled up along her hips, leading with her shoulders as she traced them up over her sides and breasts, and finally threw her head back with a soft, pleased sigh, fingers tangled in her hair. She started making her way back to the edge of the mat, taking long, deliberate steps. Knee up, foot out, toe down, shift the weight forward and repeat. As she stood at the very edge, she cocked her hip to one side and rested on hand on it, raising the other hand towards the coach and gesturing for him to move towards her with one finger and a wink. "So, something like that?" her voice deep and breathy, a flush of exertion on her cheeks as she looked up at him, "Or would you like to see something ... more?" Okay, she admitted it, she was teasing the old man a bit. It was his own fault for going on so long about sensuality. |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:23 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
The floor exercise started as he had envisioned it...hard to her gymnast basics, the girl actually did a very nice routine. It was composed of everything he'd expected a gymnast of her caliber to do...and then some. Her routine was charged with an energy both athletic and sensual, just the right kind of energy he was looking for. And he wasn't wrong when he said that she was the most talented of the bunch...she was, he just didn't realize how deep it actually went. For someone to actually do that kind of stuff in what was supposedly her weak area, as her dossier said, she was really, really impressive. Lilitu wanted to actually pat himself in the back for spotting her as soon as he did. The other girls were mesmerized by her movements. It was as if they were seeing her for the first time...the way she moved, the way she arched her back, did those kicks, everything. Lilitu even had a few glimpses of flesh which he wanted to eat...flesh that were soon covered by the leotard. Even if what he did see were mere slivers, it was still flesh nonetheless. The demon smiled. It was as if everything was just one great foreplay, all ascending into a thundering crescendo for the greater climax. Quite a few girls couldn't hide their smiles, though, nor their blushes, as they noticed something was bulging in the old man's pants again. However, the people watching the girl's performance couldn't help it. A number of them forgot that they were with other women, as well, and found themselves wet. Lilitu could smell it within this controlled environment. As the performance neared its end, the girl seemed to pick up the pace of her sensuality, and Lilitu wished it was a stripshow that he was watching. In there, the touches were legal--heck, it was even encouraged--and he so wanted to touch her. Right here, right now. Or even take her, damn the consequences. But he couldn't, and he shouldn't. After all, it was him who dared her to do this the right way, and now that she did, it seemed that he was the one who had a hard time watching or observing the way she tackled his challenge. That final landing did it. Juniper Modnar wrote: "So, something like that?" her voice deep and breathy, a flush of exertion on her cheeks as she looked up at him, "Or would you like to see something ... more?" Lilitu couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his brow, as he applauded. The rest of the room followed suit, as he moved near the girl. All business like, for everyone to see, but once they weren't looking, he managed to sneak in an advice in a sultry voice. " See me at my office at the end of the day." he started slowly. " I may take you up on your offer, young lady." |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Fri Dec 28, 2012 7:09 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
She smiled a little bit at the round of applause, scratching the back of her head. It seemed she'd managed to conceal her limitations after all, originally she'd been hoping to get some real momentum going when she'd swung through that handstand, maybe work in some of the tricks she'd seen some of the girls use on the pommel horse. She'd missed the floor only by about half an inch, however, and her arms had started to feel like they were made of jelly, so she'd aborted out of that particular routine. It looked like the sexy stand had been an acceptable replacement though. "Okay, okay, stop your gawking." she said, glancing off to the side, waving for them to bring it down as she tried to hide a bit of blush at the attention. Positive reinforcement wasn't something she'd ever had much experience with. She pointed out one of the other girls who was looking particularly flustered by the exercise, thinking she was targeting someone shy "You! You're up, remember, the torso is a connector that supports every action you make, so in turn it's contours are shaped by your actions. Move your shoulders and hips, sculpt the visual experience for you audience. And try to look like your having fun, sympathy is a vital part of the human experience. If you look nervous they'll feel uncomfortable. If you look confident and aware of your appeal, then the audience in turn will realize your charms, and feel secure enough to overcome their guilt for admiring you." she lightly brushed her finger tips along the small of the girl's back, pushing her towards the mat. She gave the coach a light push with one hand when he offered to take her up on her teasing, though she laughed good naturedly as well, "I meant some more stunts in the routine, Coach, I thought it might've been kind of short for a demonstration." she smirked a bit, "Still, I'll think about stopping by." She turned on her heel a bit to look at the chaos she'd unleashed upon the mat, a self-pleased little smile on her face. Oh, she'd definitely swing by, she honestly thought he was just teasing her back a bit and that he meant he wanted to continue seeing her on the floor, as a member of the team. |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:55 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
It was amusing for him to see this once shy girl take charge. Her frame, exuding a poise and grace he hadn't seen was there before, was now walking around, taking notes of the other girl's performance, and helping others who, like her, felt awkward in the early going. It was either that, or the scintillating performance she gave earlier had helped to loosen her up. He especially like seeing her work with a girl who was more shy than awkward. He felt the same potential in that girl as he did with her, and he wanted to see them in work together. It was already beginning by the way, since she was working with her now. The only thing missing was the personal coaching, but that was what he was here for. He wanted to see more action, and he started ordering girls around while others waited for the new prodigy on the floor. The other girls, meanwhile, were seething with jealousy. He went over them. " This is not what I chose you here for." he started. " I knew there was something special within you, which is why I invited you. If you're just going to stand around here, I suggest you leave my gym." The girls displayed shocked expressions on their faces, especially the ones he was talking to, but they did heed his warning. They immediately sprung into action, each lining up in individual exercises. Surely they wouldn't let the outsider have the last say! He was looking forward more, though, to the offer that he gave the other girl. While she wanted to give another demonstration, he would rather she save her energy for when he was going to meet her later. There was something different with the routine he wanted her to do. It would test the limits of her creativity, and at the same time, it would test the limits of where she was willing to play with her old coach. |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Mon Dec 31, 2012 7:55 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
Juniper wasn't entirely aware of exactly how different she was acting from when she'd first arrived. She'd been nervous at first, the new girl, out of her element, just trying to do her best and get by on her own energy and talent. She'd been quick to adapt, she'd always had a talent for showing people what they wanted to see, so as the coach had demanded greater and greater sensuality from her she'd risen to the occassion. But she wasn't on the floor now, and he'd asked her to lead them, so she had switched to authorative tones and a straight, confident posture to dissuade backtalk. Though, strictly speaking, she'd probably overstepped her limited authority when she'd pointed out the next performer. She smirked a bit. Her mother would go red as a beat if she ever caught word of the way her daughter was twisting her dance lessons out here on the island. Gymnastics was just similar enough that she'd been able to find the rhythm, and she knew how to project a presence for an audience. That was what she was trying to impart to her fellow classmates, when they'd listen. She made sure to smile when they did what she liked, and where they came up short she provided correction and demanded they attempt it again while her instruction was still fresh. She hadn't so much picked a favorite as one had picked her, the girl she'd pointed out started hovering around her and asking more specific questions. Eventually they ended up on the floor together, off to one side as Juniper went through a quick quick exercise and made some pointers before standing to one side and watching her do the same. If the other girl had an ulterior motive for taking up so much of Juniper's attention, Juni herself hadn't noticed. It went on like that for a while, Juniper noting the Coach's methods and adopting them where she could. She glanced up at the clock before walking over and giving the coach a nudge with her elbow. "The club's time is up, Boss-man. If you want to order clean-up, I'll round up any of the girls you want to see personally before they hit the showers." she said, perhaps a bit too familiarly. |
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| Author: | Ancient_Alastor [ Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:25 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
Familiarity was a big issue with this coach...or at least, with the persona the old demon was going through. He had to act against being too familiar with the girl as well, since what he wanted was realism. So it would be that when the girl talked with him using this kind of tone, the coach's eyebrows went up. He peered down on her through his eyeglasses. Though her leotard was distracting him, he didn't show it. He showed a genuine disdain for how she acted. " I appreciate the offer, miss. However, remember that we are still in the gym." he said, composing himself once again. " And in this gym, talented or not, you are still one of MY students." He did appreciate having some sort of extension on the floor, however. It would be difficult to round them up since he was the teacher, an authority figure. Some of the girls were too timid and too obedient to even show him that they had disdain for him, but he knew deep down inside, they would talk behind him as soon as he turned his back. Luckily, they would follow one of their own...or at least, pretend to. He had no doubts that some of these students were just following the girl because they wanted to see her fail, if at least at being a leader. " Do what you must," he said, keeping up the facade. He pointed to a few, rounding up a total of six. The girl with which she partnered with was included as well--more petite than her, and a shapely body to boot. He was delighted in his choices. And he was even more excited with what he had in store for them. " Have them around this same gym tonight. The preparations for the core group will start then." He said, then he called everyone together for the final farewell. |
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| Author: | Juniper Modnar [ Sun Jan 13, 2013 12:53 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Fantastic Gymnastics (For Ancient_Alastor) |
"Don't get your shorts in a knot, Chief, I know the drill. You say "jump" I say "how many rotations." she said before making a gesture like she was going to punch him in the arm. Just before her knuckles would've brushed against him, however, she tucked in the elbow and drew the fist off and to the side "I'm just doin' like you said, taking the lead." She smirked a bit and darted off before he could further reprimand her. It seemed she handled living with much the same exuberance that she'd applied to her exercises, bulling through social convention heedless of the limitations of her station or ability. Packing away the equipment for the day gave her the perfect excuse to get near most of the girls. Rambha had been the first, the two of them stopping by the edge of the mat and picking up the edge, rolling it up as they moved along. She was a pretty enough girl, small face, large dark eyes with a hint of warmth to them, black hair wrapped in braids that she'd coiled in circles against the sides of her head for the exercises, she had that darkly exotic skin tone that suggested she'd come from somewhere near the Arabian Sea. At first Juni thought that maybe she was shy, but it turned out that her english wasn't very good and she was embarrassed to show the deficiency. It had taken a few goes, but it seemed that the girl understood the summons, nodding as the two of them stacked the mat up against the wall. The next one she'd had to work her way up to. Compared to the rest of the class, Claire was a big girl, broad in the hips and shoulders she had wiry arms that had proven their strength on the hanging rings. Apparently she liked the feeling of being suspended above the ground and had kind of specialized in them and the parallel bars earlier years, but she turned out to be charming in a simple way, a spattering of freckles across her face and shoulders and the slight gap between her front teeth helping her seem a bit less imposing as the two of them hefted the balance beam back into storage. Long, blonde, and chesty, she had a very direct appeal as well. Then came the real opposition. The three squawking popinjays who'd been childishly insulting their peers amongst themselves earlier. She pressed her lips together in a disapproving grimace and crossed her arms across her modest chest, cocking her hip to one side as she looked at the three of them. Oh, they'd put in a token effort to contribute, gathering up loose clubs, balls, ribbons, and hoops and tossing them haphazardly into the equipment bins. She didn't think they had the spirit the coach was looking for, but she couldn't argue with their ability. Lily White certainly lived up to her name, the woman was pale as a ghost, but with her cold demeanor it took on a kind of regal ivory hue under the gym lights, the girl was built like a rail, but it made her light on her feet and quick as a whip. She regarded the up-jumped trollop who'd become the coach's favorite with a frosty disdain, letting her waist-length black hair fall free as she frowned her painted lips. Her number two ,Carmine Santiago, may as well have been her polar opposite, a full bodied girl of hispanic decent, she looked more curious than disdainful. It wasn't often that she was surprised, but she saw a potential there that might help the team as a whole along. The third girl seemed to be one of Lily's hangers-on who'd followed her here from her last school, a tad on the short side with her red hair tied back into a single shoulder-length braid, wide green eyes looking up at Juniper in a measure of dismay as an extension of the Coach's authority. Alexis Rose, the name finally came to Juniper, the girl hadn't made much of an impression out there compared to her competition. Juniper snapped at the lot of them and gestured fiercely that they needed to stop lounging around and help move the parallel bars, which Rambha was currently trying to figure out how to do on their own. Lily had scoffed at the notion that she could be ordered by the likes of Juniper, but Alexis had been quick to comply and Carmine had conceded that Rambha looked like she needed a hand, drawing the chilly Ms. White in their wake. Juniper told the lot of them to be sure to be back at the gym tonight, though she tried to make it sound more like a punishment than acceptance to the team, not wanting to give them anything else to be smug about. She sighed a bit and knuckled her forehead, it was going to be a long night, whatever the Coach had planned for them. Before she could even bring her hand down, she heard a voice pop up behind her. Turning a bit, she saw her partner from the floor holding a fresh water bottle and towel, causing Juniper to smirk a bit. It was kind of weird to have someone admire her so openly, like having a little sister really, part of her really didn't want to let the other girl down. So she accepted the water and the towel, pausing only a moment to wonder where the towel she had been using had gotten off to. Julia Slaton, that was her name, with her short hair and dirty blonde bangs. After taking a deep swallow of the water, she tossed the half-finished bottle back to Julie and told her to be sure to come back to the gym tonight. "Now, let's hit the shower!" she said, turning on her heel and waving, completely oblivious to the deep crimson flush running over the girl's face as she looked at the open water bottle in her hands. |
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