TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 27
THEME: 18+ ROMANCE
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DO NOT PLAGIARIZE
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Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐f 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔€𝒙𝒚, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝑴𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 f𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 - 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 f𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎?𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 f𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔
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Master had just walked into the club looking hotter and s+xier than ever.
He had everyone's attention, including mine.
And he was staring at me.
His intense gaze was so penetrating.
I couldn't breathe.
The way his eyes were looking into mine, was making me so wet.
He was so hot, and I was so attracted to him.
His eyes were screaming. He wanted me.
I could feel it….. or maybe I was just imagining things.
“Isn’t that man f+cking hot.” Marge said to me. She nudged me but I didn't say anything.
It was like my throat was constricted.
I could feel myself blushing.
Marge's words didn't help.
She was right. Master was definitely the hottest man in the world.
My heart was racing.
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Master had such an effect on me.
He had the power to reduce me to a trembling mess, with just a look.
“Zoey?” Marge snapped her fingers.
I finally turned to her.
"Huh?" I stammered.
"What's the matter?" Marge asked.
She was staring at me.
I blinked a few times. My mouth was open and I couldn't speak.
"The man that just walked in. He’s so hot.” Marge said.
“Ummm…” I was about to speak when one of the girls came up to us.
“Marge, Zoey. That’s Master. Master came to the club!!!!” The girl squealed.
Another girl heard and she ran up to us.
“He’s the one that taught me how to dance. He also taught Brooke and the twins too, Ashley and Amber. F+ck he’s so s+xy. I’m already getting wet just by talking about him.” The second girl whisphered.
The first girl giggled.
"Master is the hottest man in the world. Everytime I see him, I get so turned on."
"Same. Same. But he never f+cks us. I wish he would. I want to s+ck his d+ck. I want to be his slut. I want him to use me like a dirty whore.” The other girl replied.
The two girls were giggling.
I frowned. I hated hearing someone else talk about Master.
I mean, Yes, I did not own him or anything and I knew he taught other girls had to dance but the way they were talking about him was driving me insane.
I was in love with him. I craved him in a way that I had never felt before.
Master was the s+xiest man in the world and the way the girls were talking was making me angry.
They were talking about him like a piece of meat.
My hands curled into fists.
How dare they talk about Master like that?
I wanted to punch them in the face.
I was jealous.
"So that’s Master? Huh?” Marge finally said as she turned to me.
I just realized. Marge has never met Master, and this was the first time.
I turned and stared at her.
She was staring at me with a weird look on her face.
“I can see why you fell head over heels in love with him. He’s hot. So f+cking hot. I would let him f+ck me till I was numb. Then I would beg him for more. F+ck, that man is s+x personified.” She said to me.
Then she leaned over and said.
“But he’s getting married as you said and plus he is bad for you, Zoe. So, no. Don't you dare try anything. Just get out there and dance and earn some money. Do not let your attraction to him distract you from your goals. Do you understand me, Zoey?” She asked me. Her face was stern.
I swallowed and nodded.
Marge was right. I had to focus and get money for my debts and the bills. I wasn’t going to let Master’s presence affect me….
But how was I supposed to control my body.
My mind was saying no but my body was screaming yes.
I could feel the heat emanating from my skin.
My n+pples were already hard. My legs were shaking.
My p+ssy was wet and it was throbbing.
Just being in the same room with him, was turning me on.
I couldn’t even think straight.
"I wonder why he's here." Marge said.
We all watched as Master walked towards Ramona’s office.
My heart skipped a bit.
“What if he’s here to complain about the bachelor’s party? Maybe he changed his mind and he wants his money back.” I said to Marge. My heart began to beat faster.
The money was gone. Except they were willing to sell me, the money wasn’t coming back.
My throat was tight.
Ramona wouldn’t let them take the money back, would she?
I was panicking. This was bad. My hands were trembling.
Marge shook her head.
"Calm down, Zoey. He would have sent Ramona a text message, not come all the way down here.” She said.
She rubbed her chin and stared in the direction of Ramona’s office.
“I think Master is here for something else. And I don’t feel good about it.” She said.
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The stripping session was about to start.
I was in the dressing room with all the other strippers. The normal dancers were out there entertaining the crowd.
A lot of the guys had been eyeing me. I was becoming their favorite. Especially after the last dance that made everyone surprised.
They had a lot of cash for me, and I couldn’t wait to collect it.
I had my mind set.
I had decided that tonight was the night. I was going to make a lot of money.
No distractions. No Master. No nothing.
“No master.” I mumbled to myself continuously.
My mind kept drifting back to him, no matter how hard I tried not to.
Why was he here?
I was about to apply some red lipstick on my lips, when suddenly the door to the dressing room swung open.
Ramona walked in with a smirk on her face.
Everyone got quiet.
Ramona was always so serious, so it was surprising to see her looking like that.
She walked towards the center of the room.
She was smiling and she had a glint in her eye.
“Hello girls.” She said. She clapped her hands together as she tried to draw our attention.
All the girls in the room were looking at her, including me.
"Ladies, we have a special guest tonight. Very very special. He’s filthy rich and he’s a very powerful man." She began to say.
Everybody’s breath hitched.
We all knew who she was talking about.
‘Master.’
Ramona leaned against the table and stared at all of us.
Then she continued to talk.
“Master is requesting for a private show and he has paid the highest amount ever. $50,000 dollars for a private show, just for him." Ramona said.
Everyone gasped.
The whole room was buzzing.
$25,000 dollars? Who could refuse such an offer.
Our eyes went wide in anticipation. Who was going to be picked?
I swallowed and glanced at Marge.
She shook her head at me and gave me a glare.
It was like, she was trying to remind me of our discussion but I didn’t care.
I wanted to be picked. I wanted to be picked so bad.
"Oh my God." One of the girls murmured.
"$50,000 is so much money." Another girl said.
"What does he want? Is he going to f+ck us. F+ck, I don't even care. I would gladly let him have his way with me. He doesn’t even need to pay me to f+ck him.” A petite red-haired girl blurted out.
I could tell the girls were all excited.
$50,000 for a private dance. How could they not be. And it was Master too.
I was so sure none of the girls really cared about the money that much. They just wanted him.
They were probably fantasizing about him right now.
Master had an effect on women.
And the worst part was, I knew they were right.
I was the same. I was fantasizing about him.
Master had been invading my thoughts ever since I met him.
I felt so jealous being in that room and all I prayed for was that I would be picked.
But I knew the odds were low.
Why would Master pick me? After our argument.
Ramona raised her hand.
"Now ladies, no need to be jealous. Let's not get carried away. He's not going to fuck any of you." Ramona said.
“Well, unless you want him to. Then, you can go ahead and give him what he wants. I don’t care. I would let him f+ck me too for free." She laughed.
Ramona was being her usual bi+ch self.
The girls giggled and I rolled my eyes. Ughhh, this was torture.
“Tell us Ramona.” One girl yelled. “Who did he pick?”
“Let it be me. Pick me please!!!” Another girl yelled.
Everyone started screaming and demanding that they be picked.
It was crazy.
Ramona waved her hands and everyone stopped.
"Now, calm down ladies. Stop yelling.” Ramona said. She breathed in and smiled.
Her smile was making me feel uneasy.
Why was she smiling so much?
She looked at the girls and pointed her finger.
"The girl Master picked is..." She said.
I swallowed and held my breath.
"Brooke.” Ramona said.
My stomach dropped.
What the f+ck??!!!!
I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
Master picked Brooke?
But why? Why did he pick her and not me?
Brooke was one of the strippers who was trained by him.
Did he love her? Why would he want her?
My mind started racing. I wanted to cry. Tears were welling up in my eyes.
Master picked Brooke.
Why? Didn’t he ask me to f+ck him at the bachelor’s party?
Was I just a plaything to him? Was my feelings just a joke?
This was not happening. This was definitely not happening.
My chest felt heavy. I wanted to throw up. I felt so sick and I just couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
"Zoey." Marge tapped me on the shoulder. She must have noticed my reaction to Ramona’s words and had come over to console me.
But I couldn't bring myself to turn and face her.
I couldn't. It was too much.
Master was a jerk.
He was an as$hole. He was an utter bastard.
I hated him.
“Zoey.” Marge was saying.
I ignored her.
It wasn't fair. I thought I meant something to him.
Wasn't I supposed to mean something to him?
What was going on.
"Zoey, Control yourself. You’re crying in front of everyone. Stop it." Marge said to me.
"Zoey. Look at me" She said and rested her hand on my shoulders. But I couldn't.
My chest hurt.
I had fallen in love with him. I was a fool.
The room was spinning.
I couldn’t think. I couldn't breathe.
"F+ck." Marge whispered.
“Everyone is watching you cry. Zoey, Stop embarrassing yourself.” She yelled at me.
I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from crying but the tears kept coming.
Why was life so cruel to me?
This wasn't happening.
Brooke and Master were probably going to have s+x.
He would f+ck her the way he wanted to f*ck me at the bachelor’s party.
Oh God. I can’t breathe.
My throat was so constricted. My heart was breaking into pieces.
Master. No.
Master was not a good guy. He was a selfish bastard.
He didn't care about anyone else. He didn't care about me.
How could I be so stupid. Why was I crying?
I stood up to leave the room. My knees were weak and my legs trembled with each step.
I was just about to walk past the door when I heard Ramona.
"Zoey?" Ramona said.
I stopped and turned to look at her.
My heart was still hurting.
Tears were streaming down my face and I wiped them.
"Yes?" I replied.
“Where are you going to?” She asked.
"Didn’t you hear me? I said, Brooke and you. Master is requesting for both of you. Not just one. It's $50,000 dollars each. So, you both need to get ready and give him the best private show he has ever had. Okay?" She said and patted me on the shoulder.
What???!!!!!! Did I just hear correctly?
Brooke and me?
Wait. I was going to see Master?
But why did he request for Brooke too? What the hell was he up to?
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