Tension was rising, I needed to make a choice.
Dance with the stranger to appease him
Eager to see where this dancing would take us, I downplayed my professor's worries, eager to be dancing with the grinding stranger.
"It's all good professor. I'm just dancing in a crowded place, we're bound to get close, no?"
My logic sound despite its perversion, Mr. Bekham nods and moves away, leaving me to dance and move my body alongside the strange pervert who keeps enjoying it.
Grinding against the guy, I spend the next few minutes moving my body alongside his, an unmistakable heat rising through me.
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