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Chapter 4 - CHAPTER FOUR

I went home and masturbated almost immediately.

How could I not after what had happened? I had never felt so alive before. Not just alive, desired.

The way he complimented my body, the way he talked about it, the way he demanded to see me naked and the way he touched me…it was indescribable.

"Fuck!!!!" I screamed out loud, releasing with each thrust.

It took me several minutes before I came down from my high.

I lay in bed, panting.

"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath.

What was happening to me?

I needed to clear my head.

I had just met this man…

We just had one lesson…

One. Single. Lesson.

Why was I thinking about him like this?

It was insane.

I hardly knew him.

I shouldn't be fantasizing about him.

But it was so hard…. Hard not to think about his voice. His touch.

I wanted more.

I craved him.

His touch. His kiss. His everything.

He had done nothing to me.

Yet, I was already obsessed with him.

More importantly, I was obsessed with the way he made me feel. The confidence he brought out of me.

Normally I hardly pleasured myself or touched myself. I always felt as though I wasn't good enough or beautiful enough. I was always comparing myself to other women.

My low self esteem and body image issues were also the reason I had never been with a man. Never dated, never kissed. I just couldn't bring myself to do it because I felt as though I would fail.

It was like I was too afraid of making a fool of myself. And here I was, touching myself like I was some kind of whore.

Thinking of my teacher, Mr Blackwood.

His sexy voice. His piercing eyes. His smell. The way he spoke. The way he taught. Everything about him fascinated me.

I kept imagining his lips on mine. His tongue inside my mouth. His hands all over me.

I closed my eyes and drifted away, imagining what it would be like to be his.

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"So? How was it? Did you meet Master? Did he teach you anything?" Marge asked as we got ready for the night in the dressing room.

"Yes." I replied my mind still reeling from the morning events. I could still picture the whole thing. It was ever green in my mind, a sort of mental porno movie that I could replay over and over again.

"And? Did you learn anything? How was it? Was it exciting?" She asked excitedly.

I turned to face Marge and I asked the first question on my mind.

"Did Master teach you? Were you his student?" I asked her.

"No." Marge replied. "I was sort of a natural when I started working here. So I didn't need any extra lessons. Also I just learnt of Master recently. But he taught Brooke."

"Brooke?" I asked, my eyes widening.

Brooke was the most famous dancer in the club. She was the master of dirty dancing. She did not only perform at the club but also in movies and TV shows. One time, she headlined a show in Vegas and people paid $1000 per ticket to see her. It was crazy!

Brooke had a very captivating and sensual dance style. It was enthralling, mesmerizing and mind-blowing.

I had seen her dance many times and always found myself wondering how she managed to pull it off without getting naked.

I had always assumed that she must be a have been a trained dancer and had worked a lot of years in the industry but what Marge was telling me now was totally different.

"A year?" I asked, shocked. "You mean she has only been in this business for a year and she is already this popular?"

Marge nodded. "Master's magic. He also trained the twins, Ashley and Amber."

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

Ashley and Amber were the most sought after dancers in the club. The owner of the club paid them like ten grand a week and they didn't even work full time. They danced once every two weeks and yet still pulled in more money than the rest of the staff combined.

"Yes. So? Tell me though, was he good?" Marge asked again.

I nodded repetitively. "He's amazing! He's a master. Figuratively and literally."

"Well, I guess your performance today will tell if he is a good teacher. The club is packed tonight. I hope you make enough money. You know you owe me twenty dollars, right?"

I laughed. I was grateful to Marge. She was the one who had introduced me to the club. She had met me at the diner where I worked before. I was scrubbing the toilet floor with tears in my eyes when she walked in. I hadn't even noticed her coming in.

She looked at me with pity in her eyes then asked me if she could help me. I told her my story and she took me to the club.

"Sure." I replied as I watched her walk out of the dressing room.

I looked down at my watch. In ten minutes time, I would be on stage. I thought of Mr Blackwood and all the things that I had done this morning.

I wondered if he treated all his students the same way.

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"Let's welcome Raven to the stage!!!!!" Brad the MC announced as I made my way to the center of the stage.

I could feel the weight of the audience on my shoulders. I had to do a great job tonight. I had to make all these people happy…. Or I lose my job.

Marge and the other girls watched from the crowd. I could see Lily giving me a thumbs up while Ramona was shaking her head side to side.

The music began to play and I moved into position.

My body trembled as I felt the stage heat up under my feet. I held my breath. This wasn't the time to freeze as before. This was the time to take control.

"I'm a goddess." I reminded myself of Mr Blackwood words. "I deserve to be admired, every inch of me deserves to be worshipped."

I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the music playing in the background. I let the rhythm take over me and slowly I began to move my hips.

Slowly, I undulated my waist, swaying my ass back and forth.

"I'm a goddess. I am a queen." I chanted to myself. "I deserve all the love and attention. I deserve to be admired and loved. Every inch of me deserves to be adored. I am perfect."

Slowly, I raised my arms above my head and arched my back. I continued to move my body in tune with the beat.

I leaned back and bent forward, arching my back and thrusting my chest out.

As I got closer to the edge of the stage, I began to bend over. I lifted my ass and turned around. My hands grabbed hold of the pole. I used it to lean backwards and swing upside down. I looked down at the crowd with my hair covering my face. I wanted them to see my body as much as possible.

"Take all my money!!!!" A man yelled and threw a wad of cash over at me."

My legs wrapped around the pole tightly and started dancing. I used my hands to pull my hips back and forth.

Then I turned around and faced the audience. I was dancing perfectly. Everyone was mesmerized.

"I love you!!!" Another man yelled out. He rained more money on me.

I guess I loved him too. For his money.

I smiled as my eyes scanned the crowd. This wasn't one of my boring nights. There was something different about tonight. They were all eyes-fixed on me, wanting me to give them more.

Money poured in faster than ever before. It seemed like there was no end to the men who wanted to throw their money at me.

"Your body is like a temple, Raven. And they are here to worship you, like a goddess. Make them kneel for you. Let them worship you. You are their goddess and their queen. Make them know their place. Tease them and make them beg for more." I could hear Mr Blackwood voice in my ear.

I could do this.

With the music playing, I began to unbutton the top of my costume.

I took a deep breath and began to dance again, feeling the music flow through me. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was all alone. It was just me and the music. I moved in time with the music, feeling my hips move, swaying back and forth.

As the song ended, I opened my eyes and looked out into the crowd.

They were transfixed.

I could see them staring at me, watching every move that I made.

The lights dimmed, and I stepped off the stage. I walked towards the audience, letting them see my full body. My costume hugged my curves, showing off my curves.

I was going to milk this. I was going to milk every single drop of attention. I was going to get them hooked on me and addicted to me.

I chuckled. Mr Blackwood wasn't wrong.

This business wasn't about dancing. This was about power.

A girl is at her most powerful when she knows what she wants. When she is confident and when she knows her worth. And I knew mine.

I was going to be the hottest dancer in the whole city."