As I walk to Professor Hart's office for my cosultation of the day. I made sure my outfit was a balance of professionalism and provacation. I'm wearing a fitted, black pencil skirt that hugs my curves, accentuating my long, shapely legs. The skirt is paired with a silky, ivory blouse that dips low at the neckline, offering a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage.
My heels, a pair of sleek, black stilettos, click against the polished floor, drawing the eyes of everyone I pass. The blouse is tucked neatly into the skirt, emphasizing my slim waist and flaring hips. A thin, gold necklace rests against my collarbone, adding a touch of elegance to my ensemble.
As I walk, my hips sway naturally, the movement accentuated by the tight skirt. My hair, a cascade of chestnut curls, falls loosely over my shoulders, framing my face and drawing attention to my full, pouty lips. I carry a leather portfolio under my arm, adding a final touch of sophistication to my look.
My confidence is palpable as I approach the professor's door, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. I finally knock.
"Come in." A husky tired voice responds to my knock. I open the door, popping in my head first, checking if the coast is clear. It is.
"Ms Thomson, come have a seat." He states after seeing me. I once told him to call me by name but he responded saying that he calls each and every student by their last names and I was no exception. Jerk! Still love him though.
His office was just like any other typical offices. His desk is surrounded by stacks of papers and books accompanied by an empty mug. The walls are lined with bookshelves, overflowing with academic tomes and journals. Framed certificates and awards on his wall, showing off his intelligence. The plants on his windowsill add a touch of greenery to the space.
"I have observed your marks and there has been a slight increase from your last test but, not enough to get you a pass." He states, looking at his laptop. Never looking away from it, not even for a second.
I still have two tests and an exam to determine whether I'm passing this module. His module is rather simple and easy to pass. I'm okay with risking two tests to get his attention but not stupid enough to fail all of them. At the end of the day, a girl has to get her degree. Especially with my situation at home. Of course he doesn't have to know that. He continues to speak.
"You're the first student to ever fail my tests. You broke the record twice. As your professor, I'm worried. Is there something wrong Ms Thompson?" He finally looks away from his laptop. Focusing on me. His face was neutral. No trace of emotion.
"There's nothing wrong Mr Hart. I'm just overworked." I bite my bottom lip in a seductive manner so he can focus on it. His eyes flicker to my lip and in just a millisecond they return to my eyes. Unfazed.
"Make sure to get some rest and formulate a study timetable so you can study efficiently. I'll try to look a tutor for you. If you have nothing else to discuss with me you are dismissed." He states. Returning his focus back to his laptop. It can't always end like this. Its been 6 months of trying.
"Actually sir (leaning onto his desk with my elbows on the desk, cupping my cheeks with both my hands) I have been meaning to ask you to fetch coffee together at the cafe near the campus. I heard they are the best. We can discuss some strategies and more on how to improve my marks." A bit nervous but, my confidence always overshadows it.
"I'm sorry Ms Thompson but I have to decline your offer. I have a lot of work to do. Maybe next time." Saying all of that without looking away from his laptop. "Goodbye Ms Thompson." Leaving no room for debate.
With slight disappointment and anger, I walk out of the office. Swaying my hips purposely incase he decides to look away from his laptop. Gently closing the door behind me. That damn laptop. I'm going to break it one day.
The afternoon passes like a blur. Nighttime arrives. I am preparing for my nightshift at my dorm. Its a walking distance so I don't need an uber. My heels click with every step I take on the street. My mask covering my identity. The long jacket covering me from shoulders to feet, hiding the slutty outfit I wore under it. The men whistling at the street as I walk to the strip club.
While walking on the sidewalk. I see a rather familiar face across the street at the clubs parking lot. It was professor Hart. He was leaning against his car. Smoking? I didn't know he was a smoker. I can see him due to the lights of the clubs sign. I thought he was loyal and playing hard to get but, at the end of the day he was just a man.
He throws the cigar and stomps on it then he enters the club. I quickly rush to the club excited. Immediately as I enter the club, cheers erupted in 'The Velvet Lounge' knowing who just entered the dance floor. It is me The Masked Ballerina.
The walls are lined with plush, red velvet, and the air is thick with smoke and the scent of expensive liquor. The stage is a circular platform, surrounded by poles that I can use to showcase my skills. The crowd is a mix of businessmen, tourists, and regulars, all here to escape the mundane and indulge in a night of pleasure. I make my way to the stage as the crowd of men clear a pathway for me to walk.
"Sorry boys, today I'm booked by someone for a private dancing. I'll make it up to you." As I talk into the mic. Looking at the owner who was surprised. This is my first time ever agreeing to do private dancing. On top of that I'm the one suggesting it. The cheers died, replaced by boo's. They still love me though.
"What changed your mind all of a sudden?" The owner asks.
"Its because you beg me everyday, plus you said it makes you more money." He states.
"Okay... Anyway since you are agreeing today and before you change your mind. Here (handing me the picture of my professor. Gosh he's hot) this is the man I want you to impress tonight. He has a lot of money. Make me happy ballerina." I smirk under my mask nodding and heading in the direction he pointed to me. The music dies down with every step I take and I enter closing the door and locking it. My long jacket still on.
"I didn't know you like this sort of stuff Professor." I state, referring to the man who is sitting few feet away. He looks up and smirks. Damn.
"Dance for me, my masked ballerina..."