The Charleston

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“Think I need some extra coaching,” she said mournfully to Harri, as they took a break from the punishing routine they were practising. She leaned against the wall of the television studio, very aware of a camera filming her every move.

“Shouldn’t be a problem, bach,” he replied, as he towelled the perspiration away and gulped water. “I’m sure Daniel will help you out. He worked wonders for me and Julia. Kindest, most helpful bloke around.”

And so, it was agreed that Daniel should offer her some extra lessons, where they could concentrate on getting Merry up to speed.

She was lucky that she and Daniel seemed to have taken to one another immediately. Venetia had been right, as always, and Merry somehow knew Daniel was going to make the ideal partner. More than that, she sensed she’d have some fun with him. And fun was important to Merry; she found it hard to function without it.

After one of the early group rehearsals, in the television studio, she and Daniel had gone to a nearby bar for a get-to-know-you drink. Merry was looking forward to a few hours off-camera. She found their presence disconcerting.

The bar was packed but Daniel, obviously a regular, was given a warm welcome by the maître d’, who found them a secluded booth in a dimly lit corner.

“Oh, this is bliss,” Merry cried as she slid onto the leather banquette. Lying her head back and closing her eyes, she was vaguely aware of a bottle and some glasses clinking onto their table.

“How are the blisters coming along?” Daniel asked, with a grin in his voice.

“Sadist,” Merry said with feeling and, at the glugging sound of wine being poured into a glass, opened her eyes. “Is it normal to be unable to walk after only three rehearsals?”

“Pretty much.” Daniel raised his glass. “Cheers.”

She reached forward with difficulty as her muscles stiffened, and touched her glass to his. “Cheers.”

“Now this is bliss,” Daniel said appreciatively, as he drank.

“Couldn’t agree more. Although I suppose I really ought to have some water too.”

“Feeling dehydrated?”

“Just a bit. Hadn’t realised how unfit I am. I worked up quite a sweat today.”

“You certainly did,” Daniel agreed and summoned the waiter again.

“So how long have you been dancing, Daniel?” Merry, having satisfied her thirst with sparkling water, was well down her second glass of red and feeling more revived.

“Since I was a little boy. Mum was a dancer, so I got hauled off to ballet and tap as soon as I was out of nappies.” He grinned. “It was a great way to meet girls!”

“I bet! Do you think you’ll stay with it, Who Dares Dances, I mean?”

“Well, for the foreseeable future. I’d like to win it before I move on.”

“No pressure then!” Merry raised her eyebrows at him.

“None whatsoever,” Daniel replied, with a wink. “What about you? What got you into the show?”

“My aunt. That is, to give her her proper title: Dame Venetia Denning,” Merry said darkly. “No one has ever said ‘no’ to her and lived.”

Daniel laughed. “Ah, the great Dame Venetia. I met her once. She terrified me.”

Merry nodded. “That’s her. She does that to most people.”

“So, it was her idea, was it, that you do Who Dares Dances?”

“Yup.” Merry took a sip of wine thoughtfully. “Although actually, do you know, I think it’s one of her better ones.” She pretend-pouted at Daniel. “You probably don’t agree.”

“I think you’ll be great, once you get some basics nailed.”

Merry giggled. “What, like knowing which is my left foot and which is my right?”

Daniel smiled. “That sort of thing, yes. Have you had any dance experience?”

Merry shook her head. “Not a lot, just a few lessons at school. And, as it was an all-girls school it was an excellent way to meet girls.”

Daniel laughed. “Didn’t you have any training at drama school? You’re an actor, like your aunt, aren’t you?”

“Ah, not sure that’s quite how I’d be described.” She screwed up her face. “I’ve only done bits and bobs of acting at university. Didn’t go to drama school. My most recent stab at showbiz was stand-up. I wasn’t very good at that either.”

Daniel winced. “That’s a tough road to go.”

Merry saluted him. “It was no joke, I can tell you.”

They groaned in unison.

“This dance show thingy is my last ditch attempt to make a name for myself. If I don’t succeed at this, it’s curtains for me – and not of the theatrical kind.”

Daniel leaned back and watched as Merry poured out the last of the wine. She didn’t seem at all fazed by her lack of success. In fact, she seemed quite cheerful. She was uncomplicated and optimistic. He liked that. A lot. In fact, he found he liked her a lot. “Another bottle?”

Merry beamed at him. “Now that sounds like a plan, Batman.”

Daniel pursed his lips. “I’ve worn some interesting things for this show and, on occasion, haven’t worn very much at all, but I’ve never dressed up as Batman. Does that mean I have to wear my underpants over my jeans?”

Merry raised herself, slightly drunkenly, to look over the table between them and made a show of scrutinising his crotch. “Now that,” she said and held his gaze with wide eyes, “would be worth tuning in for!”

Step Four.

Merry was fortunate that one of the show’s assigned rehearsal rooms was in a dance studio within walking distance of Venetia’s flat. The other advantage was the cameras rarely bothered to venture out of the television studios. It meant she and Daniel could practise undisturbed. Hurrying into it, one evening, for an extra coaching session, she was taken completely by surprise by Bob Dandry jumping out at her. He was at his smarmiest best.

“Meredith, how lovely to see you and looking extra gorgeous, may I add?” He took both her hands in his clammy ones. “I thought I’d pop in to see how you’re finding your practice space. Must keep the members of our family happy, you know!”

“Bob, hello. Must dash, don’t want to be late for my rehearsal, do I?” Merry replied, through clenched teeth, and tugged her hands away. “After all, I’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Oh, not so hasty, my dear. I’m sure Daniel will wait a little longer for his beautiful partner. I just wanted to make sure you’ve settled into our little community and are being looked after.”

“I’m fine, Bob,” Merry said firmly. “Now if I could just get on.”

Bob was not to be deflected. “You know, if there’s anything, anything at all I can help you with, I’d be only too delighted. And I do mean anything, Meredith.”

To Merry’s utter disgust, he sidled closer.

“Here’s my card,” he said, with loose lips and a hint of drool. “I’ve written my personal mobile number on it too. Especially for you, I don’t give it out to simply anyone. Just call me, Meredith. I’m at your service. Can’t let the niece of my old friend Venetia go lonely.”

With that, he pressed his body against hers and slid a hand round Merry’s back, where it dropped to cup her bottom. He squeezed hard.

Merry jumped a foot. “Take your hands off me!” she yelped.

“Oh, come now Meredith. Producer’s perks and all that.” Bob’s mouth flapped open like a just landed cod.

Merry gave the man a hard shove, so that he rocked away from her. “As you quite rightly say, my aunt – Dame Venetia Denning is known to you. Or, should I say, you’re known to her.” Merry pulled herself up to her full five feet ten inches and towered over him. “Take my advice, steer clear of me and never ever try anything like that again. Venetia has lots of friends in this business; she’s a very influential woman. She could make life very unpleasant for you, if she ever heard about this.”

Obviously, the mention of her aunt’s name had resonance. Bob paled and put his hands up in mock surrender. He backed off further. “I’m sorry. Just a bit of fun, you know,” he huffed, sounding not the least bit apologetic.

Merry stared him down. She didn’t think she’d ever met a more unpleasant individual. “And now, if you don’t mind, I need to get to my rehearsal.”

Bob, still with his hands in the air turned and beat a hasty retreat, shaking his head as he did so.

Fuming, Merry stood, hands on hips and muttered, “Odious little man.”

Suni, passing by, overheard. “He is indeed,” she agreed. She looked up at Merry. “But be careful, my dear. He’s a powerful one too.”

“Well, this time he may just have bitten off more than he can chew!” With that, she turned on her heel and strode purposefully to where Daniel was waiting.

Step Five.

A pattern was quickly established. After they’d done any necessary group practices or filming in the television studios, Merry and Daniel would hurry off to the rehearsal rooms, near Venetia’s flat, and continue to dance into the night.

During these one to one sessions, Daniel gave nothing but encouragement and positivity, something that Merry really liked about him. She sensed a preoccupation, though, and she thought she knew what or rather who caused it. Once, on an energy high from all the dancing, she’d gone out with Harri, Julia and Daniel. It became very apparent that Daniel was besotted with Julia Cooper. Over some shared tapas and far too much bubbly, Merry watched as Daniel hung on Julia’s every word, laughed at all her jokes and kissed and hugged her whenever an opportunity arose. Harri seemed impervious to it, or maybe he was confident in his fiancée’s feelings for him? Whatever the truth, it made for great people watching and Merry started forming material about the agony of unrequited love in her head. It never made it onto paper, though, for as soon as she hit the Egyptian cotton in Venetia’s spare room, after the novelty of all the physical exertion, she was sound asleep.

Merry and Daniel started later than usual at the Maida Vale dance studios one night. The place was eerily deserted. And cold. They were going over the moves for the group dance for the umpteenth time before concentrating on their first dance for the competition proper: a waltz.

The merengue was still proving a challenge and Merry was tired tonight, her usual energy having been used up. She could manage the basic marching type steps, it was co-ordinating her hips and knees into the required sexy dip and sway that defeated her, especially after a long day’s rehearsing with the group. School dancing lessons had never seemed so long ago.

“Focus Meredith, you’re drifting.” Daniel’s voice pierced the fog of her exhaustion. “Pull into me on the beat. No, more than that, you should be right into my groin.”

“Any further in and we’d be committing an illegal act,” she grumbled in response.

“Well, that’s the idea, lovie. It’s got to look absolutely filthy.”

“And this goes out on primetime television?” Merry said between gasping for air, “it’s obscene.”

“Oh, the obscener the better.”

“Is that grammatical?” Merry frowned as Daniel took her arm and twisted it over his shoulder.

“You’re the one with the expensive education, babe.”

“I must’ve missed the tutorial on Dirty Dancing,”

Daniel laughed. “Now, let’s do those first few steps again. Your timing’s really good but you need to push up from the floor more to give it some bounce.”

“If I bounce much more, I’ll give myself a black eye,” Merry said, as she attempted to shove her breasts back down into her leotard.

Daniel watched with interest. “They are rather large aren’t they?”

“Everything about me is large,” Merry replied, with asperity but wasn’t displeased by the gleam in Daniel’s eyes. It was the first time he’d shown interest in her as a woman and not just a dance partner.

“But perfectly proportioned,” he added, with a charming smile, as if realising how ungallant his remark was. “No, keep your arm there so I can take my hand and - oh not again!” he cried as Merry dissolved into giggles at his touch. It was the third time she’d done so tonight.

“I can’t help it, I’m really ticklish there. Ooh,” she sighed, as Daniel increased the pressure and rubbed his hand down her side rather than lightly caressing. “That’s better.” She melted into him for a moment as the hand searched downwards. “Mmm. That’s so much better.”

“Then perhaps we’ll do it like this,” was the only reply he made.

Merry found she enjoyed looking Daniel over as, having declared a break, he strolled to the water cooler to get a drink. He was wearing his white jeans again and they showed off his long legs and tight behind to perfection. Until she’d started her training, Merry had never realised how fit you had to be as a dancer. Daniel was in about as good a shape you could be, with the strong lean muscles of the professional dancer and not an ounce of fat on him. She noticed he’d had his hair cut since yesterday and she preferred it to the slightly eighties look he’d sported when she’d first met him. Now his hair had a rumpled, just got out of bed look, which she knew meant hours in front of a mirror to achieve. Or, perhaps she was wrong? Daniel didn’t seem as vain as the other dancers. Perhaps this was how he looked when he’d just got up. Merry felt herself blush inside. She knew what it was: sheer lust. She was developing a crush on Daniel Cunningham. And it was a wholly enjoyable and familiar feeling. She’d been famous at university for never falling seriously for someone. She flirted; it was as habitual to her as breathing and she’d had one or two flings, but she’d never really had her heart touched by anyone. Not seriously. But she’d had crushes. And she loved the excitement of them. As she watched Daniel gulp down water and then wipe his mouth with the back of his hand she felt a thrill go through her. She wanted this man.

“Penny for them?” Daniel offered her a cup of water.

Merry hoped the blush stayed where it had begun; deep inside. She turned on her smile, it usually had the effect she wanted. “Oh, just thinking how quiet it had got, now the aerobics class has finished.” She took the water and drank gratefully.

“Had enough?”

“Oh no, I’m happy to carry on all night if we have to.”

Daniel laughed. “That shouldn’t be necessary. Want to have another go at the merengue?”

Merry thought about having slide up against Daniel’s crotch and her tiredness fled. “Why not?” She picked up a towel and mopped her face. Despite the lack of heating, she was working up a sweat again. Must be the exercise. Or the ultra-close proximity to Daniel’s presence. “You never know, I might even get it right this time.”