The Teacher

CH 25: WREN

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yijun asks me for what seems like the hundredth time.

"Yes, I need this. It's the weekend, and I want to let off some steam." I nod with determination as I open the door to Gibbs. Immediately, the memories of the last time I was here hit me like an 18-wheeler. I had sex with Skylar here, but I push those memories aside. Tonight...tonight I'm going to have a good night. I will leave out one of my romance novel fantasies.

We stop at the front desk, handing over our phones and checking in. The lady looks down at my ID and mumbles something under her breath. "What wristband are we going with tonight, ladies? Red perhaps for you, Ms. Dunningham?"

My eyes look at the menu before me:

• Red - No play, just observing

• Black - Dominant

• White- Submissive

• Purple - Switch

• Green - Curious/New

• Yellow - Soft limits only

• Orange - Exhibitionist

• Pink - Voyeur

• Blue- Staff/Security

• Neon Green: Not medically cleared.

"Well, give me Purple," Yijun says next to me. It's the same one she had the last time we came.

"I'll just take white and yellow?"

"Are you asking me?" The lady says, trying to suppress her smile.

I shake my head, embarrassed. "I want white and yellow," I say more confidently this time. The woman nods, handing us our respective wristbands.

As the elastic snaps against my wrist, a shiver of anticipation runs through me. I take a deep breath. Once I step through those doors, there is no going back. We stop at the coat check, and when I'm no longer covered by my trench coat, I feel naked. This red sheer baby doll nightie leaves nothing for the imagination. The whole world would know my secrets if I weren't wearing underwear. Yijun, in a daring black corset ensemble, gives me a reassuring smile and nudges me towards the main hall of Gibbs.

I can feel eyes on us—particularly on my barely-there attire—as we make our way through the crowd. I try to hold onto my resolve, reminding myself why I chose 'white' and 'yellow': to explore, to challenge my boundaries safely. But to also forget about Skylar.

"Hey, so I see one of my regulars...would you be okay? Or I can stay until you find someone—"

"Go have fun, Yiyi. I'll be fine."

Yijun gives me one of her fierce, protective looks, but I nod reassuringly, and she disappears into the throng of bodies. The plush blue velvet curtains that drape heavily from ceiling to floor create intimate nooks and crannies. I find myself drawn by the sound of a woman moaning.

Stepping inside, I find myself facing a small group gathering around a luxurious chaise. They are deeply engaged in their performances and interactions, seemingly oblivious to my watching. I tuck myself into the corner, my yellow wristband catching the light as I fold my arms—a silent signal of my soft limits.

I can already feel my thong getting wet as I watch the scene unfold before me.

Each glance, touch, and whispered word between the participants pulls at my very core. I feel myself swaying slightly, entranced by the rhythm of bodies and desires intertwining before me.

Suddenly, a figure detaches from the group and approaches me. His movements are confident and controlled—a predator honed by instinct. As he steps into the light, my breath catches. "Mr. Gilbert?"