Four
MICHAEL
The incessant ringing of my phone slowly knocks me out of my sleepy state.
With my eyes still shut, I touch the bed for my phone. I can't grab it. I open my eyes a bit and there's no sign of it. It starts to ring and I feel the vibration deep inside my pocket.
I reach into it and take out my phone. It's Link. I swipe to the receive button with a groan.
“What's up?” I ask with a croaky voice.
“We're at the nightclub, man. The whole team is here. You're the only one missing.”
“Yeah?” I slowly sit up, glancing at my clock. It's 11 p.m.
“The girls are here too. I mean the HOT girls.” He laughs and the guys laugh too in the background.
That doesn't excite me one bit. I'd only be excited if he says that somehow, magically, Professor Betty is there.
“Dude, you're missing out on a lot of fun, man!”
“I'm on my way.”
They cheer loudly at my declaration. I hang up, rubbing my forehead. It's aching. But that can't stop me from joining the guys. It's better than rotting in here.
I dress up and head out of my room. I stop by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. The whole place is quiet. Dad's either locked in his study or spending the night over at his mistress's.
I gulp enough water to heal my dehydration. The soft approaching footsteps make me turn around.
Claire. She's one of the maids here. A year younger than I am.
“Michael.”
Dd makes sure they don't call me by my name. It's always ‘Sir Michael’. She's only taking advantage of Dad not being here. And also as someone who's swallowed my cum a handful of times.
“Where's my Dad?” I ask, dropping the water can on the sink counter.
“He's not here.” She replies.
Just as I thought.
She catches me off guard, wrapping her hands around my neck, with a seductive smile.
“So…do you wanna pick up from where we left off?” She nibbles my lower lip.
It's something that'd usually put me in the mood instantly. But right now, I feel weirdly numb to her touch.
She does it again, awaiting my usual reaction. But she's shocked as I slowly take her hands off my neck and push her back a bit.
“Some other time, Claire. I'm in a hurry.”
“Where you going?!”
“I'm meeting the guys.”
“Where?”
I turn around with a grin. “Don't do that”
Her eyes drop in disappointment and also what looks like hurt. But I'm not fucking hanging around for that.
I head out of the house and get into my car. It's a thirty-minute drive to the nightclub.
I alight the car and head inside. The place is crammed as usual. I spot a few familiar faces as I head up the stairs to the VIP section.
There they are, with drinks, weed, and girls.
“Hey, man.”
“Look who finally showed up.”
“About damn time.” All three of them rumbled simultaneously.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep it coming.” I laugh, shaking their hands. The rest of the team is in different tables. It's just three of them on this table. I sit between Link and Noah.
Matty hands me a bottle of beer. I take a gulp, and soon, two skankily-dressed girls are seated by my side. Their hands are running over my chest, playing with my buttons. Their boobs are pressed against my body, making me feel every inch of them.
I can feel my dick growing hard in my pants. But that's just it. I don't have the urge to start anything.
Which is fucking weird!
“We can get a room, if you want,” one of the girls says, as she teases my boner through my pants.
I tense up at her teasing. “Yeah…no. I just…just wanna drink, if you don't mind.”
Their eyes drop in disappointment. Just like Claire's earlier. They don't say any other word and just leave.
The guys look at me like I've gone nuts. I ignore their stares and focus on emptying the bottle of beer.
“You didn't just do that, man. They're the finest in the building.” Noah snaps.
“I bet they are,” I reply with disinterest. “I'm just exhausted.”
“Was it rough at home?” Link asks.
I shrug. “You know the drill.”
“Sorry man. For what's worth, we're here for you.” Matty says, clicking his bottle to mine.
“I appreciate that.”
They finally leave me alone and focus on their girls. With just me, my drink, and my thoughts, I guess it's time to tell myself the truth.
I'm not feeling this numb because of my fight with Dad. It was the slap…it was Professor Betty. It was everything she did today.
It was the way she spoke about me like I'm the worst thing that ever happened to her.
I could have bet a tiny part of her was excited by me. I would have sworn, man. Or was I being delusional?
Seeing her talk about me like I'm such filth killed something in me. If only she knew that taunting her made me less lonely…less depressed. It was…she was and still is my beautiful distraction.
Before she came around, I was more of a chaotic and moody jerk. But then she came, and I became a cheeky jerk. Still a jerk, but at least I wasn't so moody. Seeing her every day brightens my day.
I just didn't know how to handle my attraction to her. I certainly couldn't tell her. She's gonna shut the door in my face if I tell her that she's been in my fucking head since she showed up in our school, sophomore year.
Her fierce and disciplined ass will certainly not entertain the idea of fucking her student. So that's why I never told her. The fear of rejection kept me from telling her.
But God, the first time I got her pissed and she had those red stains on her cheeks, Goddamn, I was…I was blown away. And then I kept doing it, because I love what her face looks like when she's mad. I love the subtle way she rubs her legs together, like she's trying to deal with an unsolicited tingle between her thighs. There's no way I imagined that part.
She's hiding it too well but there's a spark between us. I'm sure. And after today, I'm seriously considering pursuing her for real. Go all out. And maybe she'd trust me enough to tell me why the thought of losing her job terrifies her that much. She's having a hard time because of me. I thought she'd be glad to leave or something.
I don't know…my head won't just stop thinking.
I empty my glass and now I need to pee. I excuse myself and head through the door that leads to a long hallway. The restroom is at the end of it.
It's quiet at first, and then I hear yells. A female and then a male.
“Tell him that I've moved on and I'm happy with my life now. So he should please leave me alone!”
“He wants you back…”
“Well, tough luck, I'm seeing someone else now!”
The voice…I don't wanna be delusional again but it sounds like hers.
Just then, two figures pop out of the restroom…a male and a female. I halt, staring at them. The female wearing a pink baby face wig heads towards me and wraps her hands around my neck.
“What took you so long, baby?” She purrs and slams her lips on mine.
I'm frozen like a statue. From the corner of my eye, I spot the man she was arguing with walking away.
She kisses me deeper, until I'm lost in the taste of her lips. My hands wrap around her waist, pulling her in. My tongue delves into her mouth, needing to have more taste of her.
But then she pulls away in a rush. “Sorry. I shouldn't have…” Her words disappear as she takes the time to look at me.
My eyes widen. “Professor BETTY?” I can't help but run my eyes down her body.
Her tight lace dress is covering just a little of her body. Her boobs are in sight, but just her nipples are hidden.
Her long straight black hair is hidden behind the badass pink wig. Her smokey eye make-up is a killer.
My God. If I thought she looked hot in her corporate outfits, then what can I say about this?! She's fucking…hawwttt!!
“This…never happened.” She whispers and starts running off.
I'm way too much in a daze to run after her. But my senses kick back in a second and I chase after her. I spot her pink hair, but she's shoving through the crowd in a hurry.
“Get out of my way,” I yell angrily, pushing off bodies from my path as I go after her.
I get out of the building but it's already too late. Her taxi already sped off, disappearing into the night.
“Fuck!”