Dear Professor – Chapter One; Lacey
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His hand clenched around the tumbler of scotch as he watched her come onto the stage: her head was bowed down in a timid fashion, her hips swayed sensually and her dark curls bounced lightly against her back. The white lace dress she had been wearing quickly pooled at her feet – which left her only in her bra and panties, which were of a striking shade of velvet red. She circled around the stage, showing off her exposed body to the hungry men that sat in the pit - cat calling and cheering her on. The dimly lit stage prevented him from seeing the details of her face such as her eyes and smile; only her toned stomach and long lean legs were visible. She casually started descending the short staircase that lead to the pit of men, who upon such close proximity to the girl practically turned to putty at her feet – lapping at her like savage dogs and shuffling through their wallets desperate for what little change they could collect to give her. They smelled like booze, smoke and sex – the smell didn't seem to bother her, however, because she just kept on walking through the crowd.
His breath hitched in his throat as her face came into the light: her eyes were like the ocean, a soft and comforting shade of blue, her plump lips were tinted pink, the same shade that she sported on her cheeks. She slowly started making her way towards him, a small smile playing on her kissable lips. Before long she was standing in front of him – she was so close he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his collarbone, peppering his skin with soft kisses – he closed his eyes and stifled a groan as her hand grazed the front of his trousers. She giggled against his skin before backing away from him abruptly.
"Come with me." She ordered, extending her hand towards him – which he gladly took. Placing his glass on the table loudly he grabbed her hand and quickly got to his feet – desperate to relieve himself of the ache that was growing in his pants. He could feel the angry eyes following him and the beautiful brunette as she guided him through the crowd of people – leading him towards one of the little secluded rooms near the back of the club.
Much like the main room of the club the room was very dimly lit – and the only real piece of furniture that decorated the room was a lone brown leather couch that was placed in the middle of the small room. She walked past him and plopped herself down on the leather couch – smiling at him teasingly. "What are you waiting for? Come on." She said patting the space next to her. He wobbled over to the couch – his breath shallow and labored. "Now there's only one rule – you're not allowed to touch." She slowly got off the couch and stood back up in front of him and started to dance around the couch – occasionally leaning down to place her lips on his skin; not his lips, just his skin.
His breathing stopped when her hands found their way to the front clasp of her brassier, the quiet unclipping noise echoed through the room. The teasing girl kept the delicate piece of clothing to her chest – her azure eyes twinkled brightly as she bit down on her bottom lip. Raising an eyebrow at her he edged her on desperately wanting to see her perky nipples and soft round mounds. The top fell to the ground and she flushed bright pink, he leaned forward to get a better look: the hardened peaks were the color of pink rose petals, dusted with the faintest and softest of browns circling around them.
"Why do I get this special treatment?" He muttered breathlessly, lifting his gaze to look into her pools of deep blue. "I didn't pay for anything." She shook her head.
"I know. It's my job to make you pay extra for this little service." He smirked at her comment. Digging his hand in the pocket of his trousers he pulled out a leather wallet, which was overflowing with various bills. "That can wait until after." She said taking the wallet out of his hand and throwing it on the couch cushion besides him. She slowly kneeled to the ground – keeping eye contact with him as her nimble fingers started working on undoing his belt. Leaning back against the couch he watched her observantly – the mere thought of her pretty little lips around him were sending shivers down his body. She carelessly threw the belt behind her as the loud zipping noise echoed through the room. He groaned quietly as her hand wrapped itself around his pulsing cock and pulled it out of his trousers. She immediately pulled back and started to remove her stiletto heels. Looking up towards him she smiled as she pulled a condom from the sole of her shoe.
"Impressive." He muttered with a smirk; she giggled. She carefully ripped the foil package open and rolled the slim protective covering over his aching cock.
"I have to be ready for anything." She said quickly before wrapping her perfectly pink lips around the head of his cock. He groaned loudly – unable to stop himself; it had been so long. She hummed quietly – her mouth and the back of her throat vibrated as she did; something he found to be extremely enticing. Her small hand wrapped itself delicately around the shaft – giving it a few slow tugs as she continued to suck. Her other hand sneaked downwards and started to caress the underside of his balls. His hand instinctively went to her hair to which he started to tug at – he immediately let go, however, when she pulled her mouth away. "What did I say?" She asked looking up towards him – the grip she had on his dick tightened.
"No touching." He muttered breathlessly as she once again wrapped her mouth around him. He was close – too close for that matter. It had only been around a minute but the things she was doing with her mouth was driving him to insanity. The stroking increased to match the rhythm of her sucking and before long he was blowing his load – a soft whimper escaping his parched mouth. She pulled back and proceeded to pull the soiled condom off his dick and threw it in the waste bin near the couch. With a smile she stood up and started to redress herself; shoes included.
"How much…" He asked as he zipped up his pants – catching his belt as she threw it at him. She paused before turning towards him a small smile adorned her face.
"It's on the house." He looked towards her in confusion. "Take it as a welcome present." She continued as she started walking towards the door. How had she known this was his first time here he didn't know, but he wasn't going to argue with her after what she had just offered him. "Alright then just answer me this. What's your name?" She froze before turning towards him once more.
"You can call me Lacey." She exited the room without another word – leaving him alone to sit in the darkness pondering what had really just happened.
"Lacey, huh?" He muttered to himself with a smile as he pocketed his wallet – he would definitely have to see her again.
The loud booming alarm echoed through the bedroom; 6:30. He slammed the off button annoyingly, cursing quietly as he pulled the sheets off his body. It was Monday morning, the first day of the new school year at the University of Maine. He wobbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom - grabbing the baby monitor on the bedside table as he went. Looking down he smiled lovingly – Neal was still asleep, which gave him roughly half an hour to get ready.
He sighed in content as the warm water collided with his cold body. He had come back home from the club rather late; Neal had already been asleep at that point. He had even given his babysitter Ruby extra for having her stay later then usual. She hadn't asked any questions, god forbid, but after the last couple months of trials, lawyers and court sessions he had deserved a night out. She was an angel that girl really: Neal absolutely loved her, she knew how to cook and even cleaned around the house once in a while; he couldn't really complain. Ever since Milah had left him for that good for nothing starving artist Killian Jones, things around the house had been interesting, to say the least – luckily for him the divorce had taken place during the summer break, giving him plenty of time to spend with Neal at home and since Ruby was on break as well she could babysit Neal when he was in court.
"Papa." His eyes snapped open at the sound of his son's soft whimpering cries through the monitor, he had been standing under the spray for so long that the water had started to grow cold. He quickly stepped out of the shower and lazily wrapped the soft fluffy white towel around his waist.
"Good morning, buddy." He whispered quietly as he stepped inside the young boy's bedroom. Neal sat up in his small toddler bed; stretching. The minute Neal spotted him he stopped whimpering and stretched his arms upwards begging to be picked up; Richard immediately complied as he took his son into his embrace.
"Papa." The small boy muttered sleepily as he leaned his head against his father's chest – rubbing his tired eyes in the process. "I'm hungry."
Even though being a single father was the hardest job in the world, he was extremely grateful that the court had allowed him custody of the boy – much to Milah's displeasure of course, who was quite baffled by the jury's decision. After much crying, Milah had managed to get herself one week per month with her son, which in a way was perfectly fair but Richard knew the only reason was to get a bigger check from him monthly. Thankfully Neal wasn't a troubled boy in any way, he was very solitary and didn't mind playing off by himself, he also wasn't the kind of child to cause a scene at the grocery store when not given what he wanted; far from it actually. "How about some blueberry waffles?" Neal nodded excitedly as Richard placed him in his chair, turning on the television as he walked by; that to entertain the boy while he was preparing his breakfast.
"Look papa it's Lazy Town!" Neal squealed excitedly – his eyes glued to the screen as he started to sing the theme song animatedly, waving his little arms around to the beat.
Richard laughed at his son's antiques as he popped the frozen waffles into the toaster. Looking at the clock above the stove he swore under his breath - It was already 7:15 meaning he had to have Neal fed and dressed in the span of half an hour; which more often then not, was a nightmare on it's own. He quickly poured some milk in the blue plastic sippy cup before handing it off to his son who quickly took the tip of the cup in his mouth – suckling on the milk happily.
While Richard was off to work, Neal would be attending the daycare they had at the University – which was very practical to have, considering it was meant for the faculty and students with young children meaning there was always room. Milah had usually been the one to take care of Neal when he was off to work – but he had learned it the hard way that she often neglected the poor boy and instead spent the bulk of the time with her lover; in their bed none the less. "Papa is gonna go get dressed bud, so you be nice and eat alright?" Neal nodded as he grabbed a piece of waffle. Neal was also very independent and already at the tender age of 3 could very well eat on his own without making too much of a mess around him.
He got dressed in a very timely fashion: his old Armani suit hadn't been used all summer, it had hung in his closet the whole duration of the summer and it felt nice to put it on. When he came back downstairs Neal was done his breakfast and was still paying attention to the television – almost like he was in a trance. Roughly twenty minutes later, the father and son dashed out the door – he was definitely going to be late.
First day of classes was always a hassle: freshman students with their open agendas trying to find their way to their classes, the older students pausing in the middle of the hallway to embrace their friends, it was quite annoying in reality; there was nothing worse than people stopping in the middle of the hallway stalling everybody behind them. After dropping Neal off at the day care he quickly stopped by his office, which was located on the fourth floor, to collect his class list. The blazing summer heat still hadn't died down but it didn't seem to faze him at all as he casually strode into room H – 203 at 8:30 precisely not a second late. He smiled at himself proudly as he closed the door behind him. Walking towards the blackboard he grabbed the chalk quietly:Mr. Gold,Medieval and Renaissance Literature.
"Welcome everybody to our first class." He mumbled as he placed his briefcase on the desk – admiring the scared looks the students had upon their faces. "Now there are three very simple rules to this class and if you wish to pass this class you must respect these rules at all times are we clear?" A few nodded but no one spoke a word. "I said are we clear?" He repeated more harshly.
"Yes sir." They all said in union – he smiled.
"Excellent, now rule number one: I don't take bullshit. If you're here thinking you're going to pass easily by not listening or by not doing the homework well you're wrong." He pulled out a stack of papers from his bag and started to distribute the course outline. "Rule number two: I don't take in late assignments – I never have and I never will, I don't care if you spent the night prior at the hospital with your dying grandma, you have to get shit done." The students merely nodded their heads as they leafed through the package of papers. "And finally the most essential rule, do not be late. When that door is closed, you are officially late and will be marked as absent."
The door to the classroom creaked open and a few of the freshman students gasped in shock as a petite brunette walked into the room timidly: her long brown hair flowed down the length of her back, she was hugging her books close to her chest, her head bowed down. "I'm sorry I'm late professor, I couldn't find the classroom and…" She paused as she looked up from the ground – her mouth wide open. Richard held an equal look of shock on his face as he took notice of her face: those striking azure eyes, her perfect button nose and more precisely those gorgeous plump lips that had been wrapped around his cock the night before.
"Lacey." He muttered under his breath – cursing silently at the strain in his trousers. "And who might you be?" He said loudly this time as he walked towards the young woman – extending his hand towards her, a course outline gripped in his hand firmly.
"Belle sir… Belle French." She whispered quietly as she grabbed the sheet of paper from his hands. She stared up towards him nervously, not moving an inch. Last night she had been the one to render him to complete and utter silence and this sudden reversal of role was quite shocking to the pair to say the least.
"Right well Ms. French, as I was just done explaining to the class, once that door is closed it remains closed and if you happen to be outside the classroom then you will be marked as absent, are we clear?" She nodded once – not looking at him. No one made a sound as they all waited to see what fate would be brought upon the young girl. "Well for today I'm going to make an exception, but do not let it happen again Ms. French." She breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way towards the closest available seat and plopped herself down. He walked back down towards the front of the class, slowly cursing himself for stepping foot inside that damn club.
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