“Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Miller?” she says. She crosses her arms across her more-than-generous breasts, which are straining against a tight suit jacket. My pulse speeds up in my ears and groin. My eyes follow the pinstripes down to her equally tight skirt. It’s surprising the seams are holding. Fishnet stockings cover her legs, right down to her red heels. I haven’t met many corporate trainers who wear fishnets and stilettos to class.
“How do you know my name?” I say.
She smiles as if we have a secret joke. “I’m Ms. Divine. I think you should sit down, there, on the front row.”
Ah, a stripper. It looks like I’m the one who should be buying drinks for the guys. I don’t try to hide my growing erection as I sit on the desk. It’s clear this is a one-on-one class tonight, and I plan to give it my full, undivided attention.
Warning: May cause increased heart rate and sweating. NSFW. Enjoy!
18+ only, please! This short story is quick, hot read at 2,000 words.
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Published August 25, 2011
by Ragdoll Erotica.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.