Erotic Dance Class

Julianna

I didn’t know how to label the kind of feeling which zapped through my body the moment I spotted the suppose professor for the class of today.

Was I shocked? Definitely I was,

Scared perhaps? My feet literally turned heavy and cold as ice that my breathing hitched in an unhealthy manner. My body tensed up where I was turning uneasy with the counting second.

None of this was even making any sense to me, was it a coincidence or was it just well planned? Because I was struggling to find it hard to believe that he just appeared here.

“Oh my gosh it’s professor Grey, but what’s he even doing here doesn’t he teach philosophy? Why is he now interested in dance?” The nearby chattering and whispering voice of some girls managed to reach my hearing that it didn’t occur to me when my foot dragged to their presence.

“He teaches philosophy? That means he’s one of our professor in this department? Is that right?” My tone reduced, probably from anxiety.

One of the girls shook her head, “He’s actually one of our professor, but he isn’t grounded in the art of dance, it’s normally professor Harry.”

Holy mother, please protect me, I ask for your guidance towards any evil approach towards me. Saying those short prayers, unintentionally my eyes made eye contact with his dark ones that the image of how angered he appeared flashed across my hues. The accelerate heartbeat of mine reached my hearing.

You didn’t do anything wrong Julie, yes you must have slapped him once or twice but remember he was trying to assault you. You’re the victim of his sickened thoughts…..my eyes had quickly string and turned alert to his voice.

“Today I will be taking the space of Professor Harry, and unlike his boring classes, I will be having things spiced up a bit. Today will be an Erotic dance class.”

His hues once again finding mine….this wasn’t good.

“That isn’t part of what we’re studying professor Grey.” One of the students spoke and it had the rest murmuring.

“But isn’t it a type of dance? And here at Harrison University we teach you to be open to anything and be bold towards anything that comes your way.” He removed his jacket, handing it to the dance assistant. He moved, dragging out a chair, which he positioned at the middle.

“Erotic dance or to be specific lap dance, is the kind that demands power from your partner, having them bend to your will with the amount of emotion you can channel out from them. You speak your emotions not your movement.”

“When performing this dance, there are three things the dancer has to put in mind, one always keep the eye contact intact at all times, two, slow movements is the key of channeling this kind of dance, and three, your emotions should be felt, the intention of you performing this dance should be felt without you saying anything.”

Occasionally my eyes sync with him, hearing his masculine tone reaching the four angles of the room. From what he was speaking about, I could already get the hint that this particular dance wasn’t something aligned with what I believed in and definitely something I wouldn’t want to participate in.

Should I perhaps leave? I didn’t want to even be apart of it and mostly with the thought that he was the one teaching it. An immoral man like him.

I picked my bag, with the number of students it would be hard to even notice that someone left. Deciding on it, I moved towards the back door ready to leave since the class wasn’t something of interest to me….

“And where do you think you’re going Ms?” The not so familiar voice had my blood rushing at a very high level. Eyes turned on me were I was soon seemed the center of attraction.

This wasn’t good.

“A professor is in your class teaching and you’re leaving, probably you think what I have to say doesn’t have any value to you right? Julianna Gabby’s?”

The fact that he knew my name was turning me more uneasy, it meant that he remembered me from yesterday which wasn’t a good thing.

I chewed my mouth, unable to bring out a proper statement. Knowing that I was already turning pale with fear he continued.

“I don’t take student disrespecting me likely more less coming from a freshmen like yourself Ms Gabby’s.” He was downright picking on me.

I immediately forced and pushed myself to word. “I’m sorry but it doesn’t align with what I believe in and I rather not watch or participate---”

“And what does your believe have to do with this class Ms Gabby’s?those this place look like a religious institute which fucking cares about your believe? This is a god-damned university and your believes isn’t something anyone cares about.” He moved back, standing behind the chair, “How about Ms Gabby’s be my dance partner of today?”

My eyes widened, ready to fall out of its socket. Immediately I shook my head dismissively.

“I wasn’t asking you Ms Gabby’s, it was an instruction, come have a seat.” His tone firm about it that he wasn’t going to give me a way out.

All eyes on me, that I already guessed that me dragging things out wasn’t going to be in my favor.

My feet moved to the center of the class, and I could already picture myself having a worst first day. His eyes unmoved from me, with his face not hinting out any emotion.

My heart beating intensely. Placing my butt on the chair, I tried as hard as possible not to make any eye contact with anyone.

“Good, now that I have everyone’s attention, I’m going to teach you the right way to initiate a lap dance with your partner.” Finally paying attention to him, I didn’t even know what this dance was all about.

He snapped his fingers at the dance assistant, and soon a soft slow music played in the background, the lights were dimmed and over all my heart was still pacing.

“Now I will try to see if Ms Gabby’s can connect to me emotionally and get what am trying to initiate with this dance.” His hands soon fell on my shoulders that it got me shaken up.

“I will moved my hands from her shoulders….” His hands obeying his words, from my shoulders down to my breast and he was firm on it.

I should have said something…that I didn’t want to be apart of this class that this so called professor was trying to take advantage of me with his sick excuse of dance but no…I remained mute.

He moved his hands down to my abdomen, his head came to my neck, breathing on it heavily that the sensation brought a tingling feeling gushing through my veins. He was slow.

“Eyes on me Juliana.” Breathy his words fanned and stroke my hearing that my eyes found his.

This is wrong Juliana, this is wrong in every sense.

“My good baby girl, now we’re going to try something a bit different.” I could feel his fingers circling around my bellybutton.

His next movement completely took me unaware that it had the whole class gasping in shock at the smooth movement.

I found myself on his lap, with him seated in the chair, his hands powerfully grasping on my waist, grinding my body to his lower body.

I breathe out, gripping on his shoulder, I felt something hard pressing against my stomach, and his lips were on my neck….

The hotness of his breathing playing downright with my senses. The warning alarms going off in my head. My head tilting were he demanded it, gaining more access to my skin.

His touch was uncomfortable like the first time, but it was somehow burning my skin, that it wasn’t making sense to as how I wasn’t screaming my lungs at him.

“You’re doing a good job than I thought Juliana….but how about we take it to another level.” His hands were more firm on my waist and the next thing I knew was that I was literally grinding my body against his lower body. His touches were getting quite inappropriate. Trying to imprint thoughts which I wasn’t supposed to think into my head.

And you could trust me, that was the height of the extent which I could take.

“Please let go of me..” I tried using the polite route. My body burning up badly, he knew it but unfortunately he wasn’t willing to back down.

He told, "You don't have the right to tell me what and what not to do Ms Gabby’s, this is merely a dance class-----”

“I said let go of me!!!” It seemed like my tone had automatically turned off the music and the lightning came back.

Quickly, like a plague, I had myself removed from his arms but the man seemly wasn’t getting the message through.

“Let go of me sir.” I gritted my teeth. My words very much audible to the class but the man had done something which had bewilderment rushing to my face.

His lips rubbing close to my ear, whispering. “With this attitude of yours you aren’t going to last that long in this school.” He brought his face back to mine and there was a knowing look attached to his face. “It’s seems that Ms Gabby’s is enjoying her precious time on my lap.” This time everyone present heard him that his words were somehow hinting into something.

My blood gushing with rage. Standing up quickly with my hands balled into a fist. This wasn’t like me, I was losing control of myself and my emotions was springing out of control.

“I didn’t know that this school allows such shameless men like yourself to teach people where you don’t hold any morals. You’re a moral-less man.” The whole place went into a stand still silence.

His eyes twitched with something withing them.

Turning my eyes to the students, who had shock gasping onto their features, I worded. “He touched me without my consent, and he tried to molest me yesterday in his office.”

Whispers soon swam around the place, with students gasping and hushing among themselves.

“This immoral man doesn’t deserve to stand here and teach anyone, he should be locked up, behind bars.”

“Ms Gabby’s….” The dance assistant, tried stepping in, wanting me to control my language but I wasn’t done with this despicable man.

“I thought it wasn’t something you tried intentionally but I was totally wrong.” The boldness of his alone, that he tried to play with me again had a sick feeling running in my stomach. “Men like you disgust me.” I spat at his face. Not sparing another look, I was about taking my leave, with three steps away from him when his words pierce through my hearing.

“And women like yourself don’t disgust me? I think the question you all should be asking is what was Ms Gabby’s doing in my office? She definitely had no business going to my office..” This time he had his words directed to me. “I know and I have seen girls like you Julianna. Trying to paint others black because you’re to ashamed of your doings.”

Stepping forward, he stood before me, questioning my dignity and believes. “You claimed I molested you, but you kept quiet through the entire time, not making any effort to clear the misunderstanding.” His eyes boring into mine. “I didn’t know women who claims to serve God have such questionable character.