Victoria Caldwell wasn't expecting for her world to turn upside down after signing up for Mr. Brando's class. He seemed like the average professor, the only thing standing out being his good looks. After a heated affair arises between student & teac...
"I was told you held a belonging of mine for safe keeping?" I asked him. He didn't answer for a moment. Then, he slowly nodded his head up and down. Leaning to the side, I glimpsed at my purse he had tucked away under his folded arms. He stood up straight and moved my purse behind his back. "May I have it back?"
He cocked his head to the side.
"Listen, kid, I don't know who you are but I need that purse." I snapped, tired of his game. He took a theatrical deep breath and exhaled.
"How much are you charging?" He asked. I thought for a moment.
"Are you a cop?" I asked him with a risen brow. He paused for a moment again, then seductively shook his head no. I stood up straight, looking him up and down as I placed my hand on my hip. "One hundred dollars."
"I'll pay twice that." He answered. I laughed at him.
"Really, new guy?" I asked him. "That's how much some people make in a month!"
He didn't answer, he only stood still with my purse behind his back.
"Come on, I don't have time for child's play." I answered. He tilted his head to the side.
"How old are you?" He asked. I knew I always only 18, his demeaning attitude annoyed me. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"It's my belonging, give it back." I said in a stern voice. He got his back off the wall and stepped toward me, standing close enough where he was inches from my body. Now, I saw his brown eyes that peeked through the holes of the mask clearly.
It couldn't be.
He lifted my purse up. I snatched it from him. After placing my clutch under my arm, we continued our little staring contest. He was still inches away from my chest, I could feel his body heat. "Are we done here?"
He stood up straight as he inhaled. Then, he placed his large hand over the mask. His gold onyx ring with a gold emblem in the center was on display. My heart jumped when I realized my intuition was correct.
Marlon removed his mask, revealing his majestic face. His handsomeness was almost stately, a classic example of what would have been regarded as beautiful even in ancient times. His muscular structure that was dressed within that suit could've resembled that of David.
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A sultry grin spread across his face as he noticed my surprise. "I would've never expected a girl like you to be in a place like this. Such a clean-cut pupil."
I slowly removed my mask, figuring it had no use at this point.
"I have to get by somehow." I told him, he lifted his fingers to my chin.
"You could've been a typist, sweetie." He answered. Then, he rolled his jaw as he looked me up and down once again. "But I'm not mad at all."
He slowly began circling around me as he took in every part of my body. He stopped behind me, his eyes continuing to scan up and down. "It's sexy thinking that a girl like you is in a place like this."
"If it was up to me I wouldn't be in a place like this." I lied. To tell the truth, I loved living a double life. It gave me excitement and meaning, rather than...
"You always come to class on time." Marlon stepped back in front of me. "Always in the attire of a good student... except that last time."
"You seem surprised that I wear what I please." I rose a brow at him. He stepped forward, pressing his body against mine. His hand lifted to my cheek, cupping it.
"And you wore it knowing that I'd look at you. didn't you?" He mumbled. I didn't answer, overtaken by the desire for Marlon to tear my clothes off right in that hall. His other hand reached onto my waist and squeezed it. "Answer your professor."
"Yes, Mr. Brando." I exhaled as I closed my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my neck. Then, his lips slowly made their way down to my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his torso and held him close. I yelped after his large hand aggressively squeezed my ass.
"And now here you are in such a scandalous place working as a whore." He said into my ear as he touched the lace mask in my hand. "To Gregory Peck no less."
"Where's your date from earlier?" I asked into his ear.
"After I saw you, I couldn't believe it. Your little friend came up to talk to me, in our conversation she mentioned your name was... Brigitte." He said as his hands soaked along my body. I laughed at him finding out about my fake name. "Well, afterwards, I asked the concierge what suite you and Gregory escaped to and booked the one across just so I could get a closer glimpse at you."
"And what would happen if I did go with you instead? And you did give me that large sum of money?" I asked into his ear. He kissed the brown skin of my shoulder then cupped my face once again.
We gazed into each other's eyes, but his hand found its way into my hair as he tugged it back. His full, pink lips rubbed against mine although never fully touched them. "I'd take you into that suite right across the hall...."
His other hand wrapped around my ass and pulled it up, my gown lifting further off the floor. In this motion he moved closer to me, I could feel his large erection on my body. "Then I'd take off this dress and lick every part of your body."
He pushed his fingers into the fabric of my dress, I could feel his touch through the fabric. His fingers slid down the center of my ass and to my core that was now soaking and aching for him. "And I'll fuck this pretty pussy until you can't take anymore."
I moaned into his ear, shocked by his words. He held me close as he kissed me, his fingers slowly rubbing back and forth along my entrance through the fabric of my dress. I wanted Marlon to take me right then and there, at that point, I wouldn't even charge him.
The seduction ended abruptly with the opening of my suite door.
