Heather's Hope

Chapter 15

The club was pulsating with lights and bodies. Michael brought me here for "training" but I think it was just a break from the drastic building I was enslaved in. I was instructed to wear a very short tight dress which I just slipped in.

"Now pick someone, anyone and go and seduce them. I'll watch in case things go south." He whispered in my ear and gave me a slight shove towards the dancefloor. I slowly moved in and out of the crowds of people and was aware of the drunks passed out on the floor. I felt so uncomfortable in this environment and I hated Michael for throwing me into it but it was training as he stated a thousand times on the way here. I finally took a seat at the bar to look among the crowd to pick someone. I could sense that Michael was getting impatience but he never really prepared me for this.

"Hey are you waiting for someone?" A man said to my left. I turned to see him and smiled flirtatiously.

"Not really, but I'm Heather" I kept smiling as he took the seat next to me. He spoke about why he was here and stuff I really didn't pay attention to but I reacted in ways that drew him closer to me. Hours past and I grew bored so I slid off the stool.

"Its getting late and I must go, but it was nice talking to you." I turned and walked back to Michael, I looked over my shoulder and the man was already gone back to his group of friends.

"Impressive but too long, don't be afraid to palm him off to some other girl and move on." Michael stated.

"How do you know all this? Experience?" I asked yet he kept a straight face.

"Hmpf, we must get back I need to teach you more about interaction it would seem." He turned and before I could speak he was out the door and nearly half way down the street, damn his lanky long legs. I finally caught up to him and walked back home where we sat down in the library.

"I think I did pretty good for someone who has little knowledge of that stuff" I took my heels off and sat on the tables edge.

"Yeah but you need more experience." He stated and ran his fingers through his hair. He slowly made his way towards me and hooked his finger underneath my chin to lift my head up.

"You need to be intimate, with no interacts. You need to radiate that need and want." He softly spoke staring into my eyes. I knew what he meant I felt it coming off him like a heater.

"Don't just listen, interact. When they are talking look into their eyes, or lips or anywhere that will grab their attention that you want them. Make them need you" he explained running his finger down my neck and stopping before my cleavage. He moved to brush my arm and lean against the table, both hands on either side of me. His eye contact not breaking as he did so.

"Right..." I mumbled looking at him and how close he was. He broke away and cleared his throat.

"Do that and you'll be fine, then everything Bobs taught you will fall into place" he said

"Maybe I need more training in interaction" I stated which got a side glance from Michael.

"So be it. Meet me in 10 minutes." He stated and walked out. My head was aching with different thoughts. I made my way to my room and fussily calmed myself down and smooth my hair down. As ten minutes past I wondered where Michael wanted me to meet him. I wondered the halls looking for him until I reach his room and knocked on his door. He opened the door and stared down at me.

"Well? What are we learning?" I stated but he just stood there. I looked up and down the hall before lightly pushing his door open and slipping past him.

"Good I want you to know what you want right here. Everything your about to say everything your about to do you need to know now." He stated.

"And what do you want?" I said back to him and walked towards him.

"To train you." He stated in a soft voice. I gently grazed his hand and looked up at him.

"No, what exactly do you want." I muttered.

"Something I can't have." He said which threw me off guard. I took a second to get myself together and kept going.

"Well, you can have whatever you want right here." I stared into his eyes, we shifted from standing to him sitting on the bed. He grasped my hands and pulled me easily onto his lap. I pushed his hair back out of his eyes before slowly dragging my finger along his jawline. His hands grabbed my waist roughly yet I kept slowly dragging my finger till I leaned in to be centimeters away from his lips.

"Its getting late." I muttered but he eagerly brushed his lips against mine. It was tender and soft and felt nice. I gently pushed him away and climbed off him.

"Michael..." I softly said but he just shook his head.

"I shouldn't of done that. I really shouldn't of." He stated and stood up in a hurry. He opened his door and motioned me to get out. Once out he slammed the door, and the tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably.