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“I’m one of your top subscribers. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He pauses at the door.

“I’m not your student tonight. And you’re not my professor. Dance for me. It will be our dirty little secret.”

My hot professor spins around, his back to the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “River, we shouldn’t…”

“I’m not unsubscribing,professor.” Grabbing my aching cock, I lick my lips. “So, how about you dance on my dick for a few more songs, make some extra cash, and we can both walk out of here and forget this ever happened.”

When he doesn’t move, I whip out my wallet and drop a thousand dollars in cash on the bench. “I’ll just go home and jerk off to you, anyway. Might as well let me experience the real thing.”

He bites his bottom lip, staring at the money. Of course, he needs it. What kind of lawyer dances for cash and works as a camboy? He must have gotten himself mixed up in some serious shit to be this desperate.

Holding his gaze, I drop another five hundred dollars on the bench. “That’s my final offer. Take it or leave it.”

I don’t feel like myself right now. Nate would do something like this, which only makes my cheeks flush with heat.

Fuck, what am I doing?

I have lost my damn mind.

Thankfully, my professor doesn’t take the bait, still standing by the door, unsure what to do. So, I scoop the cash into my hand and pocket it.

As I walk toward him, he steps aside. I yank open the door. “I don’t need a refund. Keep it. I’ll see you in class, professor.”

On my way to the parking lot, I feel lost. Tonight was supposed to be about figuring myself out—to see if my feelings for men extend beyond Nate. I enjoy watching gay porn and love Baby Face’s dirty videos, especially his collaborations with a hottie named Dean.

Does that make me gay?

Fuck if I know.

CHAPTER15

RIVER

After leaving Glitter,I drove straight to the store and bought vodka. I parked at the marina, cracked open the window to smell the salty air, and drank until my brain shut off.

All night, Nate texted.

And all night, I ignored him.

Sometime between last night and this morning, I passed out on the steering wheel. One minute, I was dreaming about Nate taking my anal virginity, and then I was pulled back to the present, horn blaring and scaring the shit out of me.

I turn on my cell phone and force myself to read Nate’s texts. The last one he sent gutted me, so I stayed out all night.

Nate 12:47 a.m.

Bro, your pussy is waiting for you.

There’s a picture of Nate and Samantha in his bed, naked. His hand cups one of her huge tits, and with her legs spread, I see two of his fingers inside her. She does nothing for me. Either I no longer find Samantha attractive, or I’m super gay.

I used to consider myself bisexual. But as I get deeper into my obsession with Nate, I think I prefer guys more than girls.

Nate 12:50 a.m.

In case it wasn’t obvious, she wants you. Again.

Nate 12:51 a.m.

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