A few days later, Lette set her revenge plan into motion. Her father wasn't home, he was out with Eden, so she had the house to herself, not having to worry about her father walking in on her. Which would be horrible. And way more embarrassing then the boy catching her staring at his nakedness.
Wearing a silky black camisole that skimmed along her curves and matching silky short shorts, Collette began the stretches that Eden had been teaching her in the dance classes she had resumed. With her back to the window she purposefully left open, she began running through the limber stretches, standing with her feet together as she moved her hands over her head, reaching for her ceiling. Then she bent forward, slowly bringing her palms to rest on the floor, as her stereo changed songs. She could feel his eyes on her back, then on her ass as she continued, ignoring him, as if she hadn't noticed him. Maybe he knew what she was doing, maybe he didn't, either way, if what she thought she knew of him was true, he would enjoy the show either way.
The opening notes of an old 90's song came floating on, a song by a band called Garbage, the song, #1 Crush. She began moving her lithe body in ways, most people couldn't, even with years of gymnastics and dance, which she had taken both until No Man's Land was declared. She was super flexible and double jointed, which was her secret. Before Eden had began teaching her, her movements hadn't been quite as fluid, but with her help, Collette had been picking up on the grace her former teachers have been trying to teach her. As the song progressed, she continued moving sensuously, the feel of his eyes on her spurring her on. The feel of the music filled her as she pushed herself from her current position on floor, back to her feet with a carefully controlled movement. She flipped her luxurious hair away from her face, as she reached for edge of the camisole and pulled it off over her head in one movement. She wore a lacy black bra underneath, and she turned to face the boy now, her eyes meeting his as she slid the silky black shorts down her slender hips, revealing her black lacy hipster panties, and the trail of stars along her slender hip bones. Her father still didn't know about the tattoo.
Pale blue eyes met his red ones as she moved towards him, so she was directly in front of the window. She hooked her index fingers in the straps of her bra, slowly pulling them down her shoulders, before she turned away from reaching behind herself to unhook her bra, letting it fall away from her. She walked away, to flick off her overhead light, so the only light in her room was from her stereo. The soft light formed a delicate silhouette, without showing any detail. She threw her bra out of her window and into his. Slowly she began to dance, moving as Eden had taught her, feeling safe that he couldn't see anymore then her darkened silhouette, as she slid her panties down her hips, and flicked them also out of her window at him. As the song ended, she flipped her hair and the room went all dark. Before the next song started, she grabbed her white silk robe off the back of her door and slipped out through her room to her adjourning bathroom.
Flicking on the light, she didn't even think of the fact that the bathroom window being on the same side of the house and level as her other windows, meant her could still see her. She stood in front of the mirror a few long moments breathing heavy, surveying her reflection not quite recognizing this sexually charged person in the mirror. Her pale eyes were bright with desire, her hair wild and pouty lips parted as she breathed. This was what the audience saw when she performed, but she had never seen herself. When she performed she was so different then off stage. Letting out a breath, she started the shower, before dropping her white robe in a pool at her feet. Stepping into the warm spray of the shower, Lette smiled to herself.