"Mr. Ashby." "Yes?" "Do you know how insufferably hot you are?" he asked, locking the door, and shutting the blinds. "Well, yes. I've been told." I said, smirking. "Wipe that smirk off your face. Before I wipe it off for you." "And how would you do that, sir?" I asked, standing up. "Like this." The next thing I knew, I was pushed up against the whiteboard and Mr. Carlile's lips were on mine.

This story is cringyer than Yes daddy lets put it at that (Cashby) Alan a Twink cat hybrid who dances for a living Austin a Business man who happens to Be at a club while Alan is dancing This sucks,this was the first fanfic I have every done So beware and the smut is shitty af