She slipped me a note leaving lecture.
8:00 new dance
Bright student, clever and quick, she rooms across the road from me. She’s got a girlfriend, but we’ve found a special connection between us.
I shift comfy in the old velvet chair at the window. Naked, wine poured, I’m ready.
In a burst, her room is filled with sharp blue light. She’s there, stark and staring, then boom, the music takes her. Swirling, prancing, she slowly ravishes herself in an orgy of lurid sexual display.
Panting, she looks across.
With wet fingers, I hold up my scorecard.
A 10 tonight.
