Page 104 of Resist
Patsy winked. “I’m glad you’re all lax,” she said, now addressing the entire room. “Because playtime is over and class is about to begin. Please put your hands together for Lucas, our resident professor.”
The lights dimmed, and the curtains opened, revealing Lucas illuminated in a soft red glow, sitting at a desk and reading a book. He looked mysterious and moody, coupled with the sound of a moaning woman that was filtering through the speakers. A devious smile inched itself onto my face when the drum kicked in, fast and loud, followed by an electric guitar riff that continued to climb. It prompted Lucas to stand and roam the stage in quick succession before stopping at the blackboard prop with a drawing of a man’s reproductive organ. He slowly traced the contours with a marker at the same time as he dropped his other hand to his groin, the motion rapid because the fast tempo of the song had him changing his actions frequently. The song was lively and full of action. You didn’t know what was going to happen next, and I loved that.
Lucas slid his hands up his chest until he was removing his lab coat and hanging it on the coat rack prop, the tempo of the song getting even faster until David Lee Roth from Van Halen was singing that he had it bad and was hot for the teacher. That’s when Lucas slipped his suspenders off his shoulders and performed the Hulk move, tearing his shirt from his body like a raving mad beast. Women screamed their excitement, unsuspecting of the very sudden change of character, not to mention Lucas’s now bare, oiled chest, glistening in the spotlight.
My face tingled and my heart beat erratically. He’d nailed the transition and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Doing a little inconspicuous jog on the spot, I bit down on my thumbnail and continued to watch as he ran his hands through his hair and flicked it up so that it was no longer plastered to his head.Hello, Mr Hot Teacher.
“COME TEACH ME A LESSON, BABY!” a woman yelled.
I laughed.
Lucas spun the desk chair around and began to gyrate it, hips slowly rolling in a motion that did not leave much to the imagination. I swallowed, remembering how those hips rolled into me, over and over.
“Oh my gawd, I want to be that chair,” a young woman said to her friend.
“Then sit straighter, open another button of your blouse, and give him fuck-me eyes when he dances through the crowd.”
She laughed, “Okay, I will.”
Undoing her top button, she flicked her long blonde curls over her shoulder. I wanted to stab her … but not fatally.
Lucas grabbed the ruler from the desk and leapt off the stage, the spotlight following every step he took. He stopped at one woman and then another, lightly dragging the ruler down each of their faces, necks, and chests. They loved it; they loved him.
Patsy spotted me standing by the wall and made her way over. “He’s certainly woken this bunch up, hasn’t he?” she yelled.
“Isn’t it great!” I yelled back
She nodded. “Congratulations!”
“He deserves the praise, not me.”
“Yes, but you inspired him to push his limits.”
Cori popped up out of nowhere and snapped a picture of us both. “Dimps is on fire tonight!” she said, excitedly, continuing to snap more pics, mostly of him as he worked the crowd. “They’re yelling louder than they do for Josh.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “A little competition never hurt anyone, right?”
She smiled. “Right.”
Lucas climbed back on stage after he’d serenaded as many women in the audience as time permitted. He’d mentioned wanting more time in the routine to do that than to choose just one woman to focus on. He’d said he wanted to make more women, rather than less, feel special. I’d liked that idea. It was different from what the others did, and that was another thing unique about what we were trying to achieve with his performance.
The tempo of the music quietened and slowed down, which was when Lucas tilted his head back and slid his hand down his pants, openly stroking himself. The room fell silent, and I scanned the many faces locked on my man, their jaws open wide. His movement was relaxed, deliberate … sexy. He wasn’t rushing and that’s why it didn’t seem choreographed.
“Oh my God!” Cori lowered her camera, her eyes bulging beacons. “Is he—?”
I smiled and touched my décolletage. “He is.”
“Oh my God!” She took off, closer to the stage, her camera poised.
“Well, blow me down with a penis,” Patsy said. “Even I feel like being straight tonight.”
I’d stopped listening to her and everything else at that point. Instead focussing on how Lucas stood with his legs apart and his chest, drawn taut. How his arm moved and his eyelids twitched. How he was the only man I wanted to see.
He opened his eyes, his breathing heavy as he searched the crowd, taking in every woman looking back at him as he slowly slid his hand from his pants. It was an intimate move and one I think they all enjoyed. And as the music wound down and he strode back to his seat, he grabbed an apple, which was sitting on his desk, and tossed it into the air before catching it and taking a bite, seductively licking the juice dripping from the skin. That was when the lights went out and the song ended.
I laughed and clapped profusely — the apple had to be Josh’s idea.
The room broke into applause when the lights came back on, some women even standing up and cheering. Lucas bowed, winked, blew them all a kiss, and then exited the stage.
