Dance Partners

This is another one of those stories where I threw two mismatched girls (colors, classes, personality, species, cliques) together into a lesbian couple. I think this was an old suggestion on discord or something, about two different dancers who just support the fuck out of each other and beat up their rivals for them. It’s true to that, just came out a little different than I planned.

Mostly, the fighting’s super fast in this one. It’s rough and one-sided but very… flashy? It’s a ballerina and a breakdancer kicking ass for each other, and getting horny off watching them fight for them. Strong, loving lesbians is a real theme for me, huh? Anyway, the idea of them being horny and fucking after the fighting became more central than the fights. Hopefully that leaves this one with something for everyone, since it was so highly voted this month.

Sorry if I’ve been a little pokey on posting OC lately. More to come, I’m sure, but irl work’s been a hassle on that and I don’t always work so well when I have absolute freedom either. 

When someone found out that Cassie and Kayla were dancers and partners, someone would assume they were taking the same dance class. While their passions for each other and dance were the same, they were from opposite sides of town with different outlets for their urge to dance. Cassandra was a preppy, classy blonde whose parents saw her talent early on and enrolled her in ballet. Through plenty of discipline and practice, she was in her early 20s and a finely tuned beauty of a dancer from her slender, iron-like legs to her straight blonde ponytail.

Kayla was her opposite in many ways. She was a bored Puerto Rican girl who had simply started dancing until she was good at it. She’d never had a lesson in her life and she was talked up around downtown as the best street dancer/break dancer in town. Her coffee-colored skin and dark brown hair kept in several beaded braids set her apart from Cassie well before she even opened her mouth.

“Fuck yea, CJ! Atta girl!” Kayla shouted over the applauding audience. She had a way of being the loudest person in the room when she wasn’t too busy doing something that required her to focus. Sitting in a stuffy theatre among people way better off than she would have had her feeling cooped up, but she had gotten to watch her girlfriend dance for most of the show. She couldn’t contain herself now that Cassie was taking her final bows to her adoring audience.

One chance meeting at a local restaurant had brought Kayla and Cass together. A misunderstanding lead to an argument that lead to an open-minded conversation. With a newfound respect as their foundation, it bloomed into love as the mismatched dancers fell for each other. Despite their unique takes on the craft (or even because of it), they were sure to attend their partner’s every show.

Kayla got some wary looks from the man watching the backstage entrance. She’d put her loose, woven cap back on and wore her loose cargo pants and sleeveless shirt. It wasn’t until she saw her blonde girlfriend and waved to her with a “Yo, CJ!” that Cass looked up with an excited smile.

“Kay! It’s ok, Jeff. She’s with me.”

He stepped aside to let the girls rush towards each other and hug tightly backstage. They grinned and snuck in a few quick kisses as Cassie caught her breath.

“So how was it?”

“You kicked fuckin’ ass, girl! That pirouette move at the end was like god damn!”

Cassie laughed and hugged her again, still in her silvery leotard and slippers that showed off her tight figure. Kayla gave her a firm but supportive smack on the ass that got the blonde to blush and shudder appreciatively.

“Seriously. You fucked shit up out there, princess,” Kayla praised her again, grasping her head to aggressively meet her eyes. “And now that you’re all limbered up, we can kick back at my place and work on a few new stretches…”

“Fucking perv,” Cass replied softly but she tugged on the waist of Kayla’s pants to pull her close. The competitive dancers still playfully butted heads but it was always in harmless fun. Not that they treated everyone else with the same perspective…

“Did you really have to show off like that?” came a snide girl’s voice behind them. Cassie rolled her eyes towards Kayla before looking towards the griping ballerina. Tina was a tall and lean brunette in Cass’ class. She had the look more than the actual talent and lifetime of practice that Cassie possessed, which left her as a bitter backup dancer to the blonde’s star performances. She seemed to find every opportunity to whine and try to take the wind out of Cassandra’s sails.

“I did,” Cassandra said with an audible test of her patience after the long show. “It was opening night of the show.”

“Well you didn’t have to look so slutty while you did it,” Tina scoffed. Cassandra sighed and frowned, but she had dealt with her enough to know to just walk away.

“The fuck did you just say about my girl?”

Kayla didn’t have the same experience. She stormed up to the mouthy ballerina who looked visibly intimidated by the scrappily dressed visitor.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m askin’ the questions here. You just call my girlfriend a slut?”

“I…” Even Tina’s big mouth had to hesitate at the sharp glare of the downtown girl. “I mean come on. Did you see her out there? Putting her legs up that high so everyone could see her-”

Kayla promptly slapped her across the face. Tina looked shocked as she gingerly touched the red palm print.

“CJ’s a goddamn angel and you can shut your fuckin’ mouth right now!” Kayla shouted at her. A few of the other girls looked over but didn’t dare get involved.

“The fuck do you think you are, bitch?!” Tina snapped. She threw a slap at Kayla’s face but the scrappy girl caught her by the wrist. She pulled her closer, just to drive a knee into her groin, Wearing little more than her leotard and leggings for protection, Tina huffed and crossed her legs as she doubled over.

With a surprisingly quick and fluid motion, the breakdancer hooked her legs behind Tina’s and swept her off her feet. She looped her arm around her neck in the same gesture and landed neatly on top of Tina’s back, leaving the bitchy ballerina stuck in a chokehold.

“C’mon, mother fucker! Say it again!” Kayla shouted in her ear. Tina squirmed beneath her but the rougher girl had her locked down tight. Tina tried to push herself up, just for Kayla to shove her face back into the backstage floor.

“What’s going on here!?” their instructor called, the stern older woman marching past the stunned ballerinas. Kayla scoffed and stood back up, spitting on the gasping Tina’s back.

“Bitch fights as good as she dances,” Kayla explained bitterly. “Nobody talks shit about my CJ like that.”

The teacher scowled between the girls, clearly considering the very likely case that Tina had started all of this. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave, miss,” the instructor said pointedly.

“That’s fine,” Cassie said as she stepped up to Kayla. She took her by the arm and tugged her towards the exit. “I was just heading out with her anyway. Thank you, everyone. It was a great show tonight!”

She put a bit of force into tugging Kayla towards the door. The Puerto Rican girl briefly braced herself for a chewing out, but Cassie pulled her close and kissed her on the ear.

“That was so hot,” she whispered while she was close. “I’m going to be thinking of that next time you make me cum.”

Kayla chuckled as she hooked her arm around Cassie’s waist. “Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to wait long.”

---

The girls managed to get into Cassie’s car before they latched onto each other. The blonde grabbed her girlfriend and kissed her passionately as soon as they were in the remote privacy of the parking lot.

“We going to your place?” Kayla asked softly between reciprocated kisses. 

“I can’t wait,” Cassie panted. The preppy blonde pulled on Kayla’s braids to hold her in the kiss. The downtown dancer slid her hands under Cassie’s leotard, cupping her perky breasts and rubbing over her hard nipples with her thumbs.

“Backseat,” Kayla ordered breathlessly. Cassie nodded and arched her back, tumbling neatly between the seats and landing in the back of the car.

“I fucking love your flexible ass, babe,” Kayla purred as she climbed after her. Cassie was already peeling off the rest of her leotard before Kayla landed back with her and roughly pulled it down her hips. Cassie squirmed out of the rest while she braced her hands above her head, arching her back to push her lean but rounded breasts outward. 

With the ballerina already limbered up, Kayla easily pushed on her thighs and got her to spread her legs. She went naturally into a spread eagle out of a mix of practice and raw arousal, making room for Kayla to bury her face into her dripping wet pussy. Kayla gave a hearty grunt as she got her mouthful of Cassie’s pussy juices, huffing noisily on the pent up musk of her workout and her arousal alike.

“Fuck, you’re so good, babe,” Kayla hissed in her mouth-watering passion, planting some noisy kisses just inside her pussy lips. Cassie groaned in horny impatience, wrapping her legs around her downtown lovers’ head. 

“I know I know,” Cass muttered rapidly as she forced Kayla’s tongue to run beneath her clit. “Don’t tease, you sexy bitch. Just eat me!”

Kayla didn’t need to be told twice. She grunted deeply as she embraced her lover’s pussy and dug in. She sucked and licked noisily as she slathered her tongue over her clit, getting the blonde to give a loud and high-pitched cry. Cassie thrust her hips off the back seat and into her face, smearing her fluids over Kayla’s face. With a few last hungry licks, Kayla cornered her clit and vibrated it with a moan. The blonde gave an ear-splitting shriek as she squirted over Kayla’s mouth, but her clenching thighs thankfully covered her ears. She gave a few short, rabbit-like humps against Kayla’s face with her legs wrapped around her head before she finally eased to a panting stop.

“Fuck me,” Cassie sighed. “Oh my god I needed that so bad.”

“No kiddin’,” Kayla laughed. She grabbed Cassie by the ass and pulled her face back into her groin to plant a noisy kiss. The blonde shuddered as she closed her legs around her face and sensitive pussy.

“Love you, twinkletoes,” Kayla purred as she peeked her head out from between her girlfriend’s legs.

“Love you, street rat,” Cassie sighed, gently running her fingers through Kayla’s hair. “But you know how I get when you kick ass in front of me.”

“Speaking of me kicking ass at shit, you still down for Saturday?”

“Of course I’ll be there. You know how much I love your shows.”

Kayla broke into a grin as she finally sat up and tossed Cassie her skirt.

“You’re the best, CJ.”

---

The girls really were each other’s biggest fans. Both of them never missed a show of their girlfriend’s short of an emergency, wanting to support them in their respective forms of dance. So while Kayla went to Cassie’s formal recitals, Cassie found herself spending her Saturday afternoon standing on a street corner in her skirt and windbreaker.

Kayla’s posse was wildly more informal. It was really just a few friends in her neighborhood who got together on some spread out cardboard as a makeshift stage and got to it. Some folks tossed money but it was just a passion of theirs. An urge to show off their breakdancing and the same sort of fluid moves like the ones Cassie had watched her using when she beat up Tina a few days before.

CJ was there to cheer her whenever she took the floor, even if she stood out like a sore thumb from the crowd. Kayla’s crew knew her well enough from showing up at every one of their big performances, and Cassie’s surprisingly sympathetic (if slightly intellectual) discussions about expression through dance got her labeled as a weird but clearly genuine fan.

After Kayla finished a particularly impressive windmill spin on her shoulders, Cassie jumped in place. She clapped and cheered as Kayla kissed her fingers and thrust them out stylishly towards her girlfriend as she stepped back from their simple stage.

“Fucking poser,” a tan-skinned girl next to Cassie scoffed. The blonde looked at her quizzically as the girl in a belly-exposing half-shirt and some loose cargo pants sneered at the scene. “Tryhard bullshit, yea?”

Kayla clearly heard her as she glared at the shit-talker but she stayed back by her crew, letting her next dancer step up to the show. Cassie stared at the mouthy girl, but she went on.

“You bringing those stank-ass moves to the streets? Fuckin’ bullshit,” the girl went on. Kayla had always brushed off Jewel for as long as she could, usually before breaking into a shouting match with her after the show. She hadn’t shown up for a while so she’d hoped she was rid of her, but she was clearly back to stir up more trouble.

Cassie tapped Jewel on the shoulder.

“Sorry, but I’m enjoying the show. Could you quiet down?” she asked politely but clearly.

Jewel rolled her eyes and scoffed as she looked to Kayla. “What’s the skinny white bitch doing here?” she asked under the veil of speaking Spanish. Kayla’s face went red with anger, but Cassie cleared her throat before answering in some (mostly accurate) Spanish of her own.

“I’m here being multicultural, you dumbass whore.”

Jewel looked confused and turned right before a hard palm strike slammed across her jaw. It was the last thing she expected, sending the mouthy bitch stumbling a couple paces before she stood back upright. The crowded audience gave some interested murmuring as Jewel seethed from the blow.

“Oh you are dead, bitch!” she snarled as she took a swing at Cassie’s face. The flexible blonde easily tilted her body out of the way, dipping to one side. Jewel threw another at her head, but she arched her back fully backward to avoid it and launch a kick straight up into her crotch. Jewel gave a noisy, sloppy grunt as she cupped her pussy and barely stayed standing.

Kayla was always rough around the edges from growing up in a bad part of town. Her breakdancing had kept her in solid shape as well. Cassie might have come from a different walk of life, but the intense training, precision and stamina taken from her ballet classes meant that her long, powerful legs could kick like a sledgehammer.

Jewel couldn’t even recover from the low blow before Cassie rose back to her feet properly. She raised them even higher as she raised a graceful arm and swung her leg almost straight up into the air, spiking the toe of her shoes into the spiteful bitch’s jaw. Jewel went crashing down to the pavement as Cassie twirled and righted herself, instantly being met with some clapping and laughing from the crowd.

“Now can I please enjoy the show of these talented and very attractive ladies?” Cassie asked, sparing a small smile and a glance towards Kayla. Her girlfriend was grinning like an idiot in delight at the sudden display of affection and violence.

“I’m fuckin’ done here,” Jewel snapped as she stumbled to her feet. She rubbed her jaw as she stormed off. The crowd was distracted enough that the dance crew decided to wrap things up, but Kayla ran over to Cassie and immediately grabbed her in a hug.

“God damn do I love when you play the hardass bitch!” Kayla gushed as she peppered Cassie with kisses. The blonde laughed and hugged her back while pretending to try and hold her back from her barrage of affection.

“You fucked that bitch up SO bad! And I don’t know if you meant it, but I could see right up your goods when you pulled that high kick.”

“I know,” Cassie admitted with a bit of blush. “I thought you might like it.”

“Oh, I liked the fuck out of it,” Kayla purred as she ran her hands over Cassie’s hips. “Watchin’ you beat ass like one of them hot martial arts girls…” She swallowed hard and darted her eyes behind her. “My place? Like… right fuckin’ now, please?”

“Of course.”

---

“Fuck yes!” Kayla panted noisily. She was laid on her side in her bed, stripped down with her legs spread wide. Cassie’s lean, solid legs were wrapped around hers, scissoring her roughly as her vocal lover squeezed a fistful of bedsheets. Her strong legs grasped Kayla’s, pumping her pussy into her lover’s. As hot as it felt for her to grind against the brunette’s crotch, watching her braids swing alongside her head, Kayla was clearly even more into it. Cass casually groped her girlfriend’s breasts, sneaking in rougher squeezes here and there to spur her on.

“You like that, slut?” Cassie asked as her snatch slid easily along Kayla’s soaking wet slit. The Puerto Rican girl whined and moaned in wordless arousal until Cassie pinched her nipples, pulling and stretching the thicker girl’s breasts out. Kayla cried out and arched her back as she humped her hard clit against Cass’.

“I said do you like that, slut?” Cassie repeated, this time in Spanish.

“Yes! Fuck yes! God, fuck me, baby! I can’t take it! Wreck my pussy! Fucking soak my clit in your horny cum, you fucking badass piece of shit!” Kayla shouted back in her own streak of much more rapid and accurate Spanish.

Cassie smiled as she missed a couple of the less formal words, but she got the message. She rolled Kayla’s nipples between her fingers before holding her by the ankles. She bent Kayla over backward, lifting her ass into the air as she spread out her legs and pussy. Kayla was panting noisily with her eyes wide with need. Cassie mounted her again and started to hump harder with a touch of gravity on her side, mashing her pussy into Kay’s with an audibly wet slapping sound. The intense riding of her clit got Kayla shaking violently before she broke into a husky groan, squirting a gush of warm cum against Cassie’s slit.

“Ohhhh there’s a good girl,” the blonde purred as she rode on Kayla’s crotch. She shut her eyes and rubbed them together a little longer until she shivered through her own smaller orgasm, finally letting Kayla’s hips rest back on the bed.

“I think we’re fucked up,” Kayla sighed through a massive breath. Cassie laid down next to her and traced a finger along the street dancer’s stomach.

“Because we get super horny whenever we see each other beat someone up?”

“Yea… and I do not want to change that. Feels too good.”

“We don’t have to,” Cassie chuckled as she nestled her head between Kayla’s breasts. “You’re perfect how you are, so there’s nothing fucked up about you.” She shrugged, bouncing Kayla’s boobs around her head. “Just don’t expect me to have someone to beat up every time you feel like having crazy horny sex.”

---

“There you bitches are!”

Cassie and Kayla were walking back from their date, taking a shortcut through the new apartment building that was under construction. They looked up in casual surprise, dressed in their comfortable street clothes with some light jackets on as they looked at more than a dozen girls glaring at them. 

Jewel was there, of course, living in the area near the restaurant they liked to go to. So was Tina, the irate ballerina that felt slighted by Cassie’s talent. The two had managed to find each other and join forces, bringing along their respective friends and cliques to back them up.

“You cunts are in for it now. You’re made us look like idiots for the last time,” Tina snarled at the front of the mismatched gang of preps and punks. Cassie and Kayla traded puzzled glances before they shrugged.

“I’m down. You?” Cassie asked.

“Hell yea. I’m already a little wet,” Kayla said as she shrugged her arms out of her coat.

“Wait, you’re what?” Jewel asked, her cocky and angry visage cracking for a moment.

Cassie slid out of her jacket and politely took Kayla’s from her shoulders for her and set it down next to hers on an unfinished table. Kayla cracked her neck readily as Cassie bent her leg backward, catching her foot and stretching it nimbly behind her as she limbered up.

“You heard her,” Cassie said with a calm but calculating expression on her face. “Let’s get it done. I’m not about to keep my girlfriend waiting.”

Tina and Jewel traded some hesitant glances before they decided to press on.

“Fuck this! Get ‘em!” Jewel ordered. The gang of girls rushed them and charged in to promptly to get their asses kicked.

Cassie stepped up first, her quick movements and long legs letting her lash out with a whipping high kick. It clocked Tina clean off her feet before she got a hit in and broke into a nimble twirl on the toes of her shoes.

“I can barely move in these shoes,” she still scolded herself as she spun a few times before throwing the momentum into several rapid kicks into another husky gang girl’s side. When she doubled over in pain, Cassie planted her hands on her back and used her as a springboard to throw herself over and snap a leaping high kick to another girl’s head that flashed her panties to anyone watching.

Kayla was sure to keep an eye on her, out of fascination more than concern. She threw a couple jabs into Jewel to soften her up before she lunged into her, mashing her breasts into hers and entering a fluid shoulder toss. Jewel crashed to the floor before Jewel hopped on her stomach, squashing her guts as she hopped over her like a common piece of trash.

Kayla was slower to start than Cassie, but she was all about her momentum once she got going. She balanced on one hand and threw a straight kick into an incoming preppy redhead’s stomach, and while another was ready for her to get back to her feet, Kayla just planted her shoulder on the floor and whirled to kick the knees out from under her. From there, the breakdancer became a whirlwind of capoeira moves, shifting from her hands to one leg to another. All while elbowing one girl in the gut while simultaneously kicking another in the pussy.

“You havin’ fun there, CJ!?” Kayla called as she sprang to her feet and kneed a bent over girl in the chin.

“I’m watchin’ you, aren’t I?” Cassie replied as she daintily sidestepped a girl swinging a pipe at her. She raised and dropped an ankle onto her wrist, making her drop it before she gracefully rolled over her arms. She pressed her weight on the attacker’s shoulders, pushing her to all fours before her iron-like legs squeezed tightly. The standing head scissor got her to gag and go red on the spot as she immediately cut off her air.

“Now you’re just tryin’ to make me jealous,” Kayla laughed as she caught Tina coming her way. She blocked a flailing kick from the second-rate ballerina and slugged her in the stomach, winding her and grabbing her in a headlock. Her strong arms forced Tina’s face into her breast and arm above her head, holding her there as Kayla used her as an alternating weapon and platform while still effectively tit-smothering her. She kicked off the floor, holding onto Tina’s head so that the staggering bitch let her stay suspended and kick a pair of girls in the tits to send them flying back into a wall.

The girls finally reunited in the middle of the fray, catching each other by the arm. Kayla swung Cass by her arm and sent her flying into one of the burlier thugs, swinging her around like one of her fellow ballerinas as her strong legs smashed the girl’s face in. Cassie planted her feet back down and twirled Kayla around, bending down to let her roll over her back and land her own spin-kick into the last opponent’s gut. She gagged and went down in a sloppy heap, barely twitching among the room full of beaten unconscious rivals with barely a scratch on the couple.

“God damn, the moves on you,” Kayla said as she caught her breath. The fight was over with but their hearts started racing again when they met each other’s eyes.

“You sexy little ass kicker,” Cassie purred as she kept her hand around Kayla’s waist. “I love watching those tits and hips of yours in motion like that…”

“Only you can look that hot fucking up a chick’s face. You’re like a sexy ninja.”

“C’mere, bitch,” Cassie grunted as she pulled her into a fresh embrace. The girls couldn’t wait to find somewhere properly private before their hands went down each other’s panties. They moaned into each other’s mouths, almost matching the groans of their knocked-out assailants. They aggressively fingered one another while the smell of musty dust and sweat was still in the air to remind them of their melee. Their hard nipples jabbed at each other through their bras as they made out intensely and had no trouble singling out each other’s erect clits. Their short, sharp breaths escaped their quivering bodies. Kayla buried her face into Cassie’s neck to suck aggressively, marking her pale skin with a hicky as Cassie ran her fingers up from Kayla’s jeans. She sucked on the cum-soaked fingers noisily by Kayla’s ear before shoving them back inside her wet pussy. Their celebratory orgasms rang out and echoed in the effectively empty building, moistening their panties as their hips mashed together.

They caught their breath, sweating worse from their quickie than they did from the fight. Cassie looked around at the beaten girls and empty construction site as she shook her head.

“I think you’re right… we might be a little fucked up.”

“Mmmhm,” Kayla purred as she pulled on Cassie’s ponytail. She used it as a handle to guide her into a broadly smiling kiss. “You know it. Never change, princesa.”

“You too, mi alma,” Cassie cooed as they finally left their arousing battleground.