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  She smiled at me again and removed her robe, revealing a smaller bra and thong set—white, my favorite color. This girl likes to get down to business.

  She hit a button on the wall, and a slow song came on. She turned around, her plump ass facing me and my cock was hard as a rock again. She moved each cheek one by one, slinging her hair over her shoulder, and looked at me before hitting the switch. The room turned a shade of dark purple—almost like a black light color—and her white outfit almost glowed as she got to her knees in front of my slacks and slid her body up mine.

  “Can I touch you?” I asked, hoping she’d give me permission, because if not I was getting thrown out tonight.

  Our eyes connected and she mouthed “yes” as her nipples pressed against her bra. Good girl.

  She straddled my lap, and I ran my hands up and down her soft skin, caressing her back. I grasped the back of her neck and pulled her down—pressing our foreheads together. “I want you, Kiki,” I growled.

  “What’s your name?” she asked, her breathing speeding up rapidly.

  “Eric.”

  “Eric,” she repeated, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. The material fell on my lap and I lost control. I grabbed her tits in my hands, pinching her taut nipples as she moaned.

  “Kiki,” I said—exasperated.

  I ran my hands up and down her sides as I sucked on each sensitive bud. Her skin heated by my gentle touch. She pushed off of me and went down to her knees, eying my cock. “By all means, I won’t stop you.”

  She unbuckled my belt and then the button, quickly freeing my cock from my boxers. She wrapped her thick lips around my length, and I almost came undone.

  “Stop!” I commanded, her eyes snapping up to me. I led her up and over to the couch and kneeled between her legs. “I’ve been dying to taste this peach since I’ve seen you on that stage.”

  “Eric, wait. I don’t think we should do this.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked, rubbing a finger over her soaking wet panties. “You don’t want me to taste it?” I asked again, pushing the material to the side and sliding a finger inside her warmth.

  “I—”

  I removed my hand and replaced it with my tongue, flicking it around her stiff bud before she could answer and her legs immediately snapped around my head.

  She was so fucking wet and tasted so good that I wanted to savor every drop of her.

  Grasping my hair, she moved her hips up and down, grinding against my face, and I loved it. She was close, and I wanted to feel everything she had to give—until there was a knock at the door.

  “Kiki, are you okay in there? Your hour is up.”

  “Oh shit, yes!” she screamed as she convulsed on my face.

  She is now.

  “Kiki, you know the rules. No sex inside the rooms.”

  “She didn’t have sex,” I answered.

  “Then why is the door locked? I’ll be right back with my key,” a familiar voice said. The announcer from earlier, I believe.

  “I have to g-go,” she stuttered.

  “Can I see you again?”

  “I don’t think so. I can’t control myself around you!” And just like that, Kiki Love was gone—poof.

  CHAPTER 2

  Keisha

  I don’t know what came over me that night, but I couldn’t believe I’d let a total stranger go down on me. I also couldn’t explain the pull I felt toward that man. His dark hair was grown out, curling just above his earlobes. His eyes looked like a dark emerald green, his chiseled jaw was covered in dark hair, and his big, rough hands sent chills down my spine.

  I’d been taking pole dancing lessons at Madame GiGi’s in Burgaw, just as a workout routine, but when I moved to Boston from North Carolina, I was strapped for cash. I had to decide what I was going to do with my life, and I moved here to have a fresh start and to get away from the drugs and trash in my small hometown.

  I had one day to make a rash decision, and my cousin Mel was nice enough to let me crash at her place for a while. I didn’t want to mooch off of her, or overstay my welcome, so I told her I’d leave soon so I wouldn’t be a burden. She said I wasn’t, but you know the whole pride thing.

  When I’d seen that amateur night flyer hanging on a pole in front of the Tasty Peach, I knew I could make at least a grand, and if I continued to dance, I could make enough to get a place of my own.

  “Kiki?” My cousin’s voice pulled me from drowning in my own thoughts.

  “Yeah, Mel?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What happened last night at the club?”

  I couldn’t even look her in the eye anymore. I felt her gaze on me as she placed her hands on my shoulders. “You can tell me. There’s no judgment here.”

  I looked up into her eyes. They were hazel, just like my own. Her dark hair was cut into a short style that framed her beautiful symmetrical face. She had gorgeous caramel skin, and she was an overall nice person, inside and out. She cared about everyone. I knew I could tell her, but the feeling of disgust washed over me.

  “Well, my performance was good—great actually. It’s just.” I paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I couldn’t keep my guard up around this guy. I saw him walk across the club to get a closer look at me, and I felt his eyes on me the entire routine.”

  “Was he a creep?”

  “No, I actually felt like I could trust him. He requested me for a private dance, and normally the club owners told me they don’t do that with amateurs, but this guy was adamant about having me.” I paused again. A lump lodged itself in my throat.

  “Kiki, it’s okay.”

  “Well, I came into the room, gave him a little bit of a booty shake, then the next thing I know I was on my knees and then he stopped me, returning the favor. I just felt so comfortable with him. Things felt so real. I can’t even believe the words coming out of my mouth right now.”

  “How old was he? Was he married?” she asked.

  “No, I didn’t see a ring on his finger, but I also didn’t ask. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties.”

  “Did you get his name?”

  “Eric, but that’s all I know.”

  She looked at me again, her lips turning up at the corners, before she laughed. “Well, I can tell Mr. Eric did a number on you. Sucks that you didn’t get his number or anything, though.”

  “I had to bail, girl. The owners were questioning us because the door was locked, and I just freaked out. I didn’t want to get banned. I needed that money.”

  “How much did you make?”

  “Three grand. I won amateur night, which was fifteen hundred. The rest came from the private dance.”

  “Holy crap, girl! Well, I see it like this: fate has a funny way of surprising us. You’ll see him again, I’m sure. Because a man like that will definitely stand out in a crowd.” She laughed.

  “I hate you!”

  “You love me. Did you figure out what you were going to do about your life yet?”

  “I’ll figure it out. It’s do or die time, right?”

  CHAPTER 3

  Eric

  My alarm buzzed at four in the morning, but I wasn’t asleep. I always had a hard time shaking the nerves in my stomach on the first day of school, but this time the feeling wasn’t because of school, it was because of her. She’d been on my mind since that night in the club.

  Her taste, her smell, the feel of her smooth hands around my cock—replayed in my mind over and over. I went back to the club last night, but she wasn’t there. And due to confidentiality, no one could tell me her whereabouts.

  As I lugged my sorry ass out of bed, I went into the shower to take care of this hard-on in my boxers and to get ready for the day. Class didn’t start until ten, but I liked to make a plan of action for the day before I was surrounded by a shit-ton of new eager faces.

  * * *

  As I sat at my desk, dressed in a sweater vest and slacks, I knew I needed a c
hange. I loved teaching, but I needed some fucking excitement in my dull, boring-ass life.

  The bell rang and in marched a line of students. A good mix of jocks, nerds, and drifters, who I was sure only picked this class to fill up their schedule. They all went to find seats, and I watched as they dispersed around the room. Some went up the cascading stairs to sit at the very peak of the room, while others sat a row above me. I had a clear view of them all, and they could all see the board and anything I wrote on it.

  I took a sip of my coffee and then stood, turning toward the board to write Professor Eric Stoltz on it in blue marker.

  “Now, class, welcome to Psy101 Psychology and Human Relations. In this class we’ll cover behavioral science, cognitive science, counseling, and education psychology. As you all know, this class is an hour and forty-five minutes. So, if I catch you yawning, zoning out, or playing on your phones, I will kick you right out of my class.”

  The students all laughed.

  “Try me,” I growled, and the laughter ceased.

  There was a knock at the door, interrupting me in the middle of my lecture, and the dean entered the room. “Hi, Dean Sheffield, what do I owe the honor of your visit today?”

  “Hello, Eric. We had a last-minute transfer. She’s new in town and just moved here from North Carolina. She literally just enrolled this morning. You haven’t scared any of them away yet, have you?” She laughed and the class snickered along.

  “Not yet.” I smiled.

  “Good. Keisha, you may enter.”

  Keisha entered the room, and I felt like I’d just been sucker punched in the gut. The wind was knocked completely out of me.

  “Keisha, this is Professor Stoltz.”

  She gazed up at me and stopped in her tracks.

  “I-it’s nice to me-meet you, Professor,” she sputtered. She had a slight twang to her voice that I hadn’t noticed before, and her smile completely faded.

  “Nice to meet you, Keisha,” I said, shaking her soft hand. Her skin was so smooth. Let go. Don’t be a creep, Eric.

  “O…kay, well, any who, I’ll let you get back to your lesson,” the dean said, turning on her heels and walking out the door. She looked just like an older version of Sandra Bullock.

  “Thank you. Keisha, feel free to find an empty seat wherever you’d like.”

  I sat back down at my desk, taking another sip of coffee to calm myself down, and verbally took attendance. When I got down to Keisha’s name, I learned her last name was Lee. Well, hello, Ms. Lee.

  * * *

  After yapping so much I grew tired of hearing my own voice, I decided it was a good idea to dismiss the class a few minutes early. “Today’s assignment will be uploaded by five o’clock tonight. You’re all dismissed. Ms. Lee, could I speak with you for a moment?”

  She gave me a hesitant head nod, and when everyone left, I shut the door and placed my do not disturb sign in the window. It blocked the entire view of the room, and people knew not to bother me when I had a meeting in progress.

  “Well, this is awkwardly convenient. I never expected to see you again.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry, Eric. I was afraid. I feel so out of my element around you.” She walked toward my desk, and I joined her there. She looked different with all of her clothes on, but still sexy. She wore a low cut tank top and the tightest khaki pants that hugged her ass nicely. Her hazel eyes stood out the most. They had specs of green in them.

  I ran my hand over her shoulder. “I’d love to finish what we started the other night.”

  Her head snapped back and I ran my nose down the crook of her neck. “I need to feel you from the inside.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Keisha

  When I followed the dean into the psychology class, he was the last person I expected to see. He looked even better than he did that night. A fitted sweater hugged his tight body, his slacks fit him perfectly, and I swore I could see the outline of his cock; causing a sudden ache between my thighs. Why was I so attracted to him? I’d never lusted for someone this bad—ever—especially not one of my teachers.

  “I’d love to feel you from the inside,” he growled in my ear, sending chills down my spine and causing goose bumps to appear on my skin.

  He sat down on his desk in front of me. His emerald green eyes sparkled with desire and he hooked his fingers into my belt loops, yanking me toward him. His cock pressed against his zipper and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. A simple touch and I’d give this man anything he wanted.

  He ran his hand over my covered mound and my knees felt week. “Eric, this isn’t right. You’re my teacher.”

  “So? I wasn’t when we met. Just pretend that I’m the guy from the club again.” His hooded eyes darkened with lust and I knew he was going to claim me.

  My nipples pressed against my top as he unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped them. His hand slipped inside, and I bit my bottom lip.

  I was addicted to this man’s touch. It was like he was a drug that I needed to have.

  We never went any further with things because there was a knock on the door and his other class was on the way in. I made sure to give him my number so maybe we could finish what we started later on. We had to finish what we started.

  * * *

  I remained wet all day thinking about Eric. I could barely focus on anything my other teachers said the entire day. I wanted to see what he was packing underneath the sweater. I wanted to feel his hard body on top of mine as we both screamed in ecstasy. What the hell is wrong with you, Keisha? This is your teacher and he’s probably married or something.

  It was the end of the day and as I grabbed a snack from the vending machine, I could hear the bass in his deep, rich voice down the hall and it shook me to my core. I looked over and he was talking to a student—a boy, cute, blond, but not really my type and told him he’d see him tomorrow. I needed to see him as soon as possible.

  They parted ways, and he walked toward me. I tried to cover my head with my hand, trying to act inconspicuous, but I’d failed—horribly.

  “If you’re going to stalk me, at least be more discreet about it, Ms. Lee.” He laughed, gently placing his hand on the small of my back, and that simple gesture set my body on fire.

  * * *

  “Eric, oh, don’t stop! Don’t stop, please!” I begged as he plowed into me in the back of his Kia SUV. He was a smart man for having tinted windows, but they weren’t soundproof and I was sure my screams could be heard a mile away.

  His sweater was barely hanging on his torso by a thread. I pulled and clawed at it, wanting—no—needing to see what was underneath.

  I felt the smooth ridges of his abs rub against my body, searing my skin, scorching it with desire.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes, please don’t stop.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Eric

  Atta girl, come on my cock. Let me feel the tight pussy squeeze around me.

  Keisha came undone as I thrust harder and harder inside of her. I don’t know what it was about this girl, but I needed more. I’d never had sex with a student. Sure, I’d wanted to. A few of the experienced sluts offered to blow me for a better grade, but I never gave in. I spent many school nights with an ice pack on my nuts from the constant blue balls. I wouldn’t even jerk off to the thought because they didn’t deserve it.

  Keisha wrapped her arms around me, and I leaned in to kiss her before sitting beside her to readjust our clothing.

  “That was—I honestly can’t describe it,” she said as she pulled her top back down.

  “I can’t either, but I’d like to do it again.”

  “Me too.” She smiled and her hazel eyes lit up.

  “So, should I take you home? Or would you like to grab something to eat?”

  “No, thanks. I’m supposed to meet my cousin for supper at a restaurant near her house.”

  “Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  She exited the car, and I hopped
into the front seat, trying to come to grips with what I’d just done. As I put the key in the ignition and turned on the radio, “I’m In Love with a Stripper” by T-Pain came on. What are the fucking odds?

  * * *

  That night as I sat in my boring-ass condo, alone, working on the next day’s assignment, I imagined Keisha riding me. My dick ached underneath my zipper and I quickly freed it, gripping the base with my hand and pumping up and down until I exploded everywhere. Shit.

  As I went into the shower to wash away my sins, I heard my phone ringing in the other room. It was late at night and I had no idea who’d be ringing me at this hour, but they could wait.

  I washed my hair and let the hot water soothe my aching back. Flashes of Keisha on her back popped into my mind and my dick was hard as a rock again. What the hell, I just—ah, what the hell!

  After taking care of my second hard-on, I toweled off and grabbed my boxers from the back of the door. I walked into my bedroom and the blue light on my phone was flashing, which meant I had a text.

  I unlocked my phone and saw I had a text from Keisha.

  K: I can’t stop thinking about you, Eric.

  The next text was a photo message and she was lying in bed in her bra and panties.

  Me: If you keep this up, I’m going to have to come by and teach you a lesson, Ms. Lee.

  K: I wouldn’t stop you.

  She texted me her address, and I tossed on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans I’d laid out for tomorrow.

  * * *

  She lived about twenty minutes away from me, in a small quiet area. She was waiting for me on the corner in a long trench coat and red high heels. She opened the door and directed me to a dark recreational area by her apartment. There were tall trees, no street lights, and no other cars in sight. She wasted no time freeing my cock from my pants and placing her thick lips around it. She did this thing with her tongue and fondled my balls at the same time, and I also came in her mouth.

  “Fuck, girl. Where did you learn that? You better stop before this is over before it even gets started.”