"Dance for me ballerina." He comands and I obey. Anything for my professor. The music playing at the background is House of Cards by BTS.
In between us there is a pole for me to perform for him and only for him tonight. Still at the doorway, I slowly take my jacket off. Revealing my outfit for tonight.
I was wearing a red sequined bra that pushes my breasts up and together, accentuating their fullness. The matching thong hugs my hips, leaving little to the imagination. A pair of black, lace-up stiletto boots that reach up to my thighs, adding a touch of edginess to my look.
While looking at him dead in the eyes I approach the pole, my hips swaying seductively as I grip it with one hand. I circle it, my body pressing against the cool metal, feeling its strength against my curves. I lean back, arching my spine.
He watches, his eyes hungry, but his face dark as I slowly slide down the pole, my legs parting slightly, giving him a glimpse of what's beneath my thong.
I reach the floor, and the music shifts, becoming more intense. I spin around the pole, my body a blur of motion. I grip the pole with both hands, lifting my legs high, showing off my toned thighs and the black lace of my boots. I can feel the heat from him, his desire palpable as he watches me, mesmerized.
I climb the pole again, my muscles flexing as I ascend, my body coiled around the metal like a serpent. At the top, I pause, my legs spread wide, giving him a full view of my most intimate area. I can hear the sharp intake of breath. I hold the pose, savoring the moment, before slowly descending, my body sliding down the pole, inch by inch, until I'm standing on the floor once more.
I turn my back to him, my hands running over my hips, teasing him with what they can't see. I lean forward, my ass pressed against the pole, and start to grind, my body moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. I hear a grunt from him I can feel the heat building, the anticipation, as I reach behind me, my hands gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks slightly, giving them a tantalizing glimpse.
"C'mon Ballerina, stop teasing me and come here." His voice low and dark with a slight accent for some reason. He man spreads, revealing his excited little buddy. I ignore him. The music isn't over. I want to torture him the way he tortures me everyday.
I turn to face him again, my body glistening with sweat, my breath coming in short gasps. I run my hands over my body, teasing my nipples through the sequined bra, my fingers tracing the edge of my thong. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the need, and it fuels my performance, making me bolder, more daring.
The music comes to an end and I finish my routine with a final, seductive pose, my body arched, my eyes locked on to him. My professor. The show is not over yet. It was just the beginning. The next music started to play: "Shut up and listen" by Nicholas Bonnin.
His gaze is intense, almost predatory, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I know that tonight, he will be mine, and I will be his. With a seductive smile, I begin my slow, deliberate walk towards him, my hips swaying with each step.
My black, lace-up stiletto boots click against the floor, echoing the beat of my own heart as I approach him. I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and hungry, as it travels over my body, taking in every curve, every line.
As I reach him, I place one hand on his shoulder, leaning in close, my breath hot against his ear. "Would you like a lap dance?" I murmur, my voice a low, sultry purr. He nods, his eyes never leaving mine, and I can feel the tension in his body, the barely contained desire.
I straddle his lap, my thighs pressing against his, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath his black suit. I start to move, my body undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm, my hips grinding against him. I can feel his response, the way his body reacts to mine, and it sends a wave of heat through me, making me ache with longing.
My hands roam over his chest, feeling the solid plane of his muscles, the beat of his heart beneath my palms. I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "You like that, don't you?" He lets out a low groan, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, deeper into his lap.
I continue to move, my body a fluid, sensual dance, designed to tease and tantalize. I can feel the heat building between us, the tension, the need. I grind against him, feeling his hardness press against me, and I know that he wants me as much as I want him. I lean back, arching my back, giving him a full view of my body, my breasts spilling over the top of my bra.
I can see the hunger in his eyes, the need, and it makes me bolder, more daring. I reach behind me, my hands gripping his thighs, my fingers digging into his muscles as I continue to move, to tease, to tempt. I know that I have him, that he is mine, and I savor the power, the control, the desire that courses through us both.
As I grind against him, I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles, the barely contained desire. I lean in, my lips brushing against his neck, feeling the rough stubble against my skin. I can smell his cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and spice, and it makes me dizzy with want.
I trail kisses down his neck, my tongue flicking out to taste his skin, feeling him shiver beneath me. I can hear his breath, coming in short, sharp gasps, and it spurs me on, making me bolder, more daring.
I can feel the wetness between my thighs, the ache of need, and I know that he can feel it too, can feel the heat of my desire. I can feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy, and it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "Do you want more?" He nods, his eyes locked on mine, and I can see the hunger, the need, the desperation. I smile, a slow, seductive curve of my lips, and I know that tonight, he will be mine, completely and utterly mine.
I stand up, my body pressing against his, my hands running over his chest, his shoulders, his neck. I can feel the tension in his body, the need, the desire, and it matches my own, making me ache with longing. I lean in, my lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, claiming him.
I can feel his hands on my body, roaming, exploring, gripping, and it sends waves of pleasure through me, making me moan against his lips. I know that I am playing with fire, that I am treading on dangerous ground, but I don't care. All that matters is him, and the passion that burns between us, threatening to consume us both.
The music ends before we went any further. I stop too. Still aurosed and wanting.
"Times up." I state. My voice barely audible as I catch my breath. He stops roaming my body and looks at me, slightly disappointed.
"C'mon ballerina, you can't leave me like this." His voice low and a little desperate. I run my fingers through his hair. Smirking underneath my mask because I have him where I want him to be.
"Like what?" I tease him. Using the power I have now to my advantage.
"Like this." He stares down at his pants which are tight now. I don't look at it because I don't need to.
"Sorry but, rules are rules." I slowly go to the door, swaying my hips.
"Ballerina..." He begs. His voice not dark this time but desperate. Making me all happy inside.
"If you want to see me again, come here again... tomorrow... same time... same place." Saying all of that as I slip out of the room slowly. Leaving my professor with blue balls.