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while I watch him. I can only turn my head, now that my body has been violated and used like it was. My toes are still curled and the nerve endings in my legs are still sparking.
    “What are you doing,” I ask, gesturing to him running his gripped fist up and down on his cock.
    “Getting ready to fuck you again,” he tells me.
    “Lucas, I don’t think I can do it again,” I admit, but his eyes grow furious. He leans closer and kisses me roughly.
    “You’ll fuck me when I want to fuck you. You got it? And you’ll love every fucking second of it.”
    Although he’s right, it makes me nervous. I don’t date much, but the guys I do date are usually shy, a little nervous, and certainly not rough. Lucas intimidates me, even though he is so young. I know he’s gotten involved with drugs and after what I heard today about fighting and Kade and Tim, it’s scary. He’s always been a bit of a loose cannon, but now he seems to have support for the behavior. I don’t go for aggressive guys, although what’s happening between my legs seems to disagree.
    “Lucas, maybe this is a bad idea,” I say.
    “Is it?” He smirks and then spits on his hand, shoving himself inside of me. All of my mental warning alarms are blaring, but his fingers are too distracting. I am ready to fuck him again, and I let it go. If he’s this good, who cares?
    “Oh, God,” I moan and he makes me come one more time. He’s starting to get hard, but I am nervous about having sex again in my classroom. Luckily, he says something before I have to try to break it to him.
    “I want you to take me home with you,” he demands. “We can’t get as wild as I would like here, although it’s been really fucking fun. One fantasy realized.”
    “Okay, but I need to stop at the store first,” I say. “I have no food or anything.”
    He grabs my hand and places it over his cock. “You’re not gonna be eating, unless it’s my cock. And I can’t wait. So unless you want me to bend you over the fucking watermelons in the produce aisle, I suggest you stop tomorrow. Because I need in you and it needs to happen soon.”
    Lucas scares me, but damn, he is fine. Against all reasonable sensibilities, I forego the store.

 
    Three
     
    No one at work knows I dance in the evenings and on the weekends. I know the assumptions people make about strippers, and they are not true about me. I barely have time for sex, and most of my sexual experiences are hungry and quick. I am also not a whore and I have never been one to put sex and orgasms over my other basic needs. However, Lucas has awoken in me some kind of animal, a sex-starved, needy, and submissive animal.
    He doesn’t waste any time when we get into my apartment. He rips my clothes off of me, tearing them all, except for the red skirt, which is careful with and places on a side table. I don’t know why I feel vulnerable when I am naked, since I do this for money, and Lucas himself has seen it, but I do. He undresses and I stare at his bulging, swollen cock. How can he possibly be that fucking horny again? I feel like I have been ripped apart.
    “Dance for me,” he says and sits on my couch, rubbing himself and smiling.
    “What do you mean?” I ask.
    “Do your fucking stripper thing for me. And then, when I tell you, I want one hell of a fucking private lap dance.”
    I dance, teasing him, touching myself, and watching him jerk off as he stares at me. The precum at the tip of his head is starting to leak down his cock, but he doesn’t change his pace at all. Just up and down on his shaft repeatedly while I watch. I’m surprised his hand can even fit around it. I end my number as I always do, by bending over to give him a shot of my cunt, and he makes a noise between a howl and a grunt.
    “Now, bring it over here and give me that lap dance.”
    Having never given a lap dance to a naked guy before, I struggle to figure out to do it without having him enter me. He clearly doesn’t want that yet,