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On Wednesday after
school, I went out to dinner with Tanya. She was all rainbows and
butterflies as she told me about the goings on with this new boy she
had been seeing. Apparently, things were starting to get quite
serious.

“
I
think . . . I'm ready for an actual relationship,” she
squealed, her overzealous mannerisms forcing me to smile. It was so
funny how she acted when she was excited, as if she couldn't contain
the energy built up inside of her.

“
Wow.
That's a huge step for you,” I said, genuinely surprised.

“
I
know. But seriously, Chey, he makes me feel like no guy ever has. The
sex is so good, and he's so good to me. He buys me things and opens
doors for me and treats me like a princess.”

“
Sounds
amazing.”

“
He
really is. I want you to meet him sometime soon. He has to pass the
Chey test if he's going to be in my life.”

I laughed. “You
make it sound like meeting me is like meeting your parents.”

“
It
is kind of like that.” She looked thoughtful. “My best
friend has to approve of my boyfriend, otherwise it just won't work.”

“
I'm
sure I'll like him just fine.”

“
I
hope so. He's such a doll face. What about your man? The infamous
James. When am I going to meet him?”

I sighed, and then
launched into the story about Damien Reed, leaving no detail
unspoken. Despite Tanya being ridiculously protective of me, I didn't
really think she would turn him into the school board. Besides, what
had happened between us was already over. Even if she did turn him
in, part of me felt like he deserved it. He had seduced a student,
after all.

When I finished my
spiel about Damien, I told Tanya about Chase too, that we had sex,
and I was thinking of getting with him. She was completely
uninterested in that part of the story though, still awestruck by my
weekend romps with Damien Reed.

“
Oh
my God, Chey. You fucked Damien Reed?”

“
We
didn't fuck,” I insisted, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “We
just gave each other oral sex.”

“
And
you don't think he has feelings for you at all?”

“
No.
He's too . . . serious and proper and not caring,” I said with
distaste.
Nothing
like Chase.

“
Dude,
you are so fucking blind.”

“
What
do you mean?” I quirked my eyebrow.

“
Think
about it. You sent him a video of you and Chase having sex, and he
responded by making you watch a video of him having sex. He must have
known that would get to you.”

“
No.”
I shook my head. “I'm pretty sure that was just on the
curriculum for his sex class.”

“
I'm
not buying it. That sounds too vindictive. Maybe watching you have
sex with someone else hurt him, so he decided to hurt you by doing
the same thing.”

“
I'm
sure that's not it. Trust me, I know the guy a lot better than you
do, no offense.”

“
Alright,”
she relented. “Let's say you're right. Let's say the video
thing was just a really bizarre coincidence. But you can't deny he's
been calling you ever since Sunday night. That's four nights in a
row. He could have easily figured out you're okay between now and
then. I mean, he talks to other professors and stuff.”

That, I couldn't
deny. Even I found it strange he had called and texted so much,
though they had all been completely innocent.

“
Here.
Let me see your cell phone. I want to read the text messages,”
Tanya said, making grabby hands at my phone.

“
Fine,”
I passed it to her, sighing. The last thing I needed was her to plant
illogical thoughts in my head. Damien and I were over. Weren't we?

She scrolled through
my texts, then bounced in her seat as she slid the phone back in
front of me. “Look at that one. He says, 'I
need
to know
you're alright.' Not
want
to know you're alright.
Need
to know. If he didn't care about you, he wouldn't
need
to know
you're alright,” she insisted.

I rolled my eyes.
“You're reading waaay too far into this. What about Chase?
Aren't you happy that Chase and I are finally getting together?”

“
Pfft.
Fuck Chase. Chase is boring. Damien Reed is a kinky gorgeous sexual
God. Do you know how many women would kill to have personal lessons
with him?” She made quotation marks with her hands when she
said the word personal.

“
Well,
they can have him. He's a mind fuck, and I'm not interested in
playing games.” Even as I said it though, my heart felt a
twinge of pain.

No, Chey. You're not
going to feel guilty. Chase may be boring, but at least he's steady.
Damien Reed is just an unobtainable tease. You're better off without
him.

The seed was planted
though, and the entire drive home, thoughts of Damien Reed infected
my mind. Why was I having such a hard time letting him go? What if
the things Tanya said were true? What if he was throwing signals,
albeit very vague and easily misinterpreted ones?

After wracking my
brain for hours, I decided I needed to know the truth—had to
know before I could comfortably settle into a relationship with
Chase. When Damien Reed called the next day, I'd answer the phone and
lay it all out for him. It would be hard, but he needed to know my
feelings, and I needed closure if this bizarre romance was all inside
my head.

The following
afternoon, I watched my phone like a hawk, waiting with bated breath
for it to ring—for Damien Reed's number to flash across my
caller ID. As the night drug on, I quickly began losing hope. He
wasn't going to call. It was truly over.

For some reason, the
thought drained the energy right out of me. I spent most of Friday
sulking around school, walking extra slow in the hallways, hoping to
catch a glimpse of Damien Reed, the man I had lost.
Stupid, Chey.
You never had him in the first place. How can you lose what you never
had?

Tanya wanted to go
out that night, but I was too depressed, figuring I would wallow in
my pajamas, sappy movies, and popcorn until I submitted to the fact
that my only romantic option was Chase. It wasn't like he was a bad
option. In fact, I felt like a cunt for even being upset about
Damien, but I couldn't seem to get over him.

My phone buzzed,
conveniently right in the middle of a sex scene that had my groin
aching. For a moment, I thought about shoving the phone between my
legs, but then decided to flip it open instead.

The message was from
Damien. It simply said, “Your lesson is tomorrow at 9PM. I
expect you to meet me at the address below. If you do not show up,
you will never hear from me again.”

I looked at the
address, which was unfamiliar to me, then I read the text message
again. It sounded more like a threat than anything else, though I was
sure that it wasn't meant that way.

Nine o'clock was
awfully late for a lesson. For my first two lessons, I met him at his
place at four. That gave me time to take my lesson and then have my
entire evening free. I didn't like this change in schedule. Then
again, I didn't have to like it. If I didn't want to, I didn't have
to go. And why should I go? I had already committed to ending
everything with Damien. Hadn't I?

For a few minutes, I
thought about calling Damien, about pouring my heart out over the
phone to him. I had told myself that was what I was going to do. But
now, knowing I had a chance to see him again, to pick up with my
lessons where we had left off, I couldn't force myself to dial the
number.

Mixed emotions
flooded through me, and I ended up grumpily turning off the TV and
heading to bed early to escape myself through sleep. I didn't want to
think about what this meant—didn't want to think about the
decision I had to make. It should have been an easy one, and yet it
wasn't. Deep down, I wanted to see Damien Reed and make my peace with
him.

The next night, I
found myself getting to the location in the text message early. When
I pulled onto a street filled with small off-the-wall businesses, I
thought I had gotten lost. There was a vacuum cleaner repair shop, a
Tae Kwon Do academy, and a pool supply place. The address on the card
though led me in front of a building called CheerTastic.

I groaned, thinking
about how I couldn't be in the right spot. All the lights were off
inside, and there were no cars out front. Just when I was about to
put my Miata in reverse and pull away, the headlights of a car beamed
down the secluded street, and then it turned into the parking lot.

I held my breath,
watching the red Corvette's reflection in the windows of the cheer
studio. The engine was killed, and Damien Reed stepped out of the
driver-side door, giving my Miata a knowing smile.

“
I
didn't think I was at the right place,” I told him as I crawled
out of my car, my words drowned out by the fierce drumming of my
heart.

Damien didn't even
acknowledge me, walking to the door of the establishment and
unlocking it with a set of keys he had pulled from his pocket. He
disappeared inside to disarm the alarm and turn on the lights. Then
he returned to hold the door open for me. I walked in past him,
keeping my eyes to the floor.

“
This
is an odd place for a lesson,” I muttered, taking a sheepish
look around.

The floor of the
room was padded except for a small strip of walkway and benches on
the right side of the room that started at the door and extended all
the way to the back wall. All three walls were covered from floor to
ceiling in mirrors. Only the front wall wasn't a mirror, and that one
was entirely made of glass, which looked out onto the desolate
street.

“
You
going to teach me how to dance?” I joked, trying to lighten the
mood. Damien hadn't said a word to me since we arrived, and it was
beginning to make me very uncomfortable.

He sat down on the
bench, looking up at me. There was no clipboard in his hand. No pen.

“
Today's
lesson is about exposure,” he told me, calm as ever, seemingly
forgetting that I had ignored him for an entire week. “It's
about displaying your secret desires for all the world to see.”

My secret desires?
The only fantasy I really had was being spanked. Did he plan on doing
that to me here, so I could see it from all angles? My clit throbbed
as I imagined myself bent over his knee, my skirt hiked up, his thick
palm slamming against my pale flesh, making me whimper. I squeezed my
thighs together, trying to push the fantasy away.

“
Take
off your clothes,” he said.

“
Here,
where everyone can see?” I shot a glance toward the window.

“
You
marked on your questionnaire that you have no preference about
voyeurism. This is today's lesson. You'll either do what you're told,
or you'll leave,” the seriousness of his words twisted my
stomach with unpleasantness. I wanted to leave. That was the plan,
right? To say everything I had to say and then leave, never to see
Damien Reed again.

“
What
if someone sees? Aren't you worried about getting in trouble?”
I asked.

“
There
isn't much traffic on this street, which is why it's the perfect
location for this lesson.”

“
Who
does this place belong to anyway?”

“
Less
talking. More undressing.”

My heart was
thundering in my chest, my mind caught between staying and going.
This lesson seemed like an interesting one, yet I knew I shouldn't
indulge him. I had told myself we were just going to talk. Nothing
sexual. Yet my body yearned for his touch. It was easy to suppress it
when we were apart, but when he was sitting right in front of me,
with his dark eyes, tight clothes, and legs slightly spread. Well,
the man caused cravings, to say the least.

Despite myself, I
found my clothes practically melting off around me. Within in a
matter of minutes, I was standing there naked, looking at the
gorgeous woman in the mirror from all angles. I felt exposed but
confident, proud of my body. There was nothing to be ashamed of.