Stella's point of view.
*Lala-land's Private Lesson**
"What did you learn in today's class?" he asked after taking a sit on his chair.
"That your dîck is the best of all the dîcks I've fuçked" I answered nonchalantly as I played with a puzzle on his desk.
A knowing smirk appeared on my face as I sexily bite my lower lip, and reminisced the passionate moment we had few minutes ago.
He looked me in the eyeballs for a short while, then raised his left eyebrow slightly, before shaking his head with a proud smirk playing on his lips.
"You don't have to state the obvious" he said.
I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back on the chair, with my legs crossed.
"That's just who I am" I replied. "I'm a direct girl"
He chuckled lightly at my words.
"You learned to first please yourself, to first turn on yourself before turning on your viewers" he said.
"Oh"
"Yeah, you can't turn your viewers on if you aren't turned on yourself"
I said notice, but nodded in understanding.
"Your viewers feel your emotions more than you do, hence arouse yourself and they're naturally gonna be aroused too"
Silence fell on us after he said those words, we were both staring at each other.. or I could say, we were stealing glances at each other -I was thinking of how to get him into fuçking me again, but I don't know what he's thinking.
"Our class is starting at exactly 8am tomorrow, and we are gonna be learning the importance of..."
A knock on the door cut him off, and Rob stuck his head in slightly.
"Can I come in, sir?" he asked.
Mr huge dîck threw him a harsh glare, but didn't say anything and turned back to me.
Rob ignored Mr huge dîck's glare and walked in anyway.
"Snr Alfonso is waiting outside to see you, Mr Alfonso" he reported.
Mr huge dîck clenched his jaw, and frowned deeply as though he's just heard the name he least expected or wanted to hear.
Whoever that snr Alfonso is, I'm sure his relationship with Mr huge dîck isn't so great.
"Send him away, tell him I have an important meeting with a client and I'm not on sit at the moment" he instructed Rob who shook his head in disappointment.
"I tried to send him away, sir, but he insisted on waiting until you come back"
Mr huge dîck glared maliciously at the innocent door for a few seconds, inhaled deeply and threw his head back.
"Let him in" he said.
I guess that's my cue to leave.
As if fate's on my side on this, my phone started ringing and I reached for it, just to see Jimmy's name flashing on the screen.
"I can see you're busy and besides, I have to take this" I gestured at my phone that's still ringing. "I'll take my leave now"
I reached for my bag on the table and got up, but leaned forward, grabbed his necktie and pulled him closer to me.
"I'm anticipating tomorrow's class" I winked at him, before heading towards the door.
I made to reach for the handle, but the door was suddenly pushed open and I came face to face with Rob, a man in an black hat was standing behind him but I didn't take proper look at the man.
"Good bye, Rob, I'll see you tomorrow" then I stepped out.
But I was just two steps away from them, when I heard the man muttered a "slût" which I decided to ignore, because judging from his voice he must be an old or average aged man -these age range of people can be judgemental sometimes.
"Hey, Jimmy" I answered Jimmy's call in a chirped voice -he just won't stop calling until I answer him.
"Are you done with your classes?"
"Yeah"
"Great, come on out, I'm waiting to pick you up outside"
My eyebrows furrowed instantly at his words.
"You're outside? Meg gave you the address?"
"Nope" he replied, popping the p. "I have my sources" he added.
Hmm
Since when did he become so resourceful?
"Hurry up, I wanna take you to a fun place" he urged me.
"Ok, give me five" with that I hang up and rushed down the hallway.
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Third person's point of view.
*Ferguson's office**
Ferguson inhaled deeply as the old man walked into his (Ferguson's) office, as though he's bracing himself for whatever the old man's got to say to him.
"Please have a sit, snr Alfonso" Rob said, pulling out a chair for the old man -who's now known as snr Alfonso.
Snr Alfonso sat down with a grimace expression as he threw Ferguson a nasty glare, which he (Ferguson) ignored and pretended being occupied with a file -which he had randomly picked earlier.
"Tea or coffee, sir?" Rob asked snr Alfonso.
"Coffee!" he (snr Alfonso) gritted out and continued glaring daggers at Ferguson.
"Who was that girl, Gus?" he asked as he transferred his glare from Ferguson to the closed door.
"One of my students" Ferguson replied without raising his head, or even moving his eyes away from the file, even though it was obvious he wasn't really reading whatever he's staring at on the file.
"One of your students? Nonsense!"
Snr Alfonso banged on the table and Rob flinched back slightly, and even spiled some coffee on the table, but Ferguson remained unfazed.
"That's just your excuse to whore around with these dirty slûts!"
This got Ferguson's attention, he slammed the file on the ground and raised his head, then looked directly in his father glaring eyes.
"Dad, you can insult me all you like, but I ain't gonna watch you insult my good students" his jaws clenched angrily after he's said those words.
"They. Are. Slûts! What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Are you gonna beat up your father for them?"
Ferguson narrowed his eyes, his jaws clenched tighter and his fists balled tightly on the table, everyone could clearly see he's trying so hard to refrain himself.
"Dad" he called. "If you know you're here to insult my profession, then see yourself out"
Snr Alfonso scoffed.
"Profession?" he scoffed again. "At least it should be something legal before we can consider it a profession"
Ferguson closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, but didn't say anything.
"Gus, you have a legal business waiting for you to take over, why are you wasting your life here instead of... "
"I'm not wasting my life, dad" he cut. "This is something I enjoy doing and there's nothing you can do or say to change my mind"
"You are... "
"What do you expect me to do in your company? Sit with those boring old shareholders everyday? Sit with them to talk about what exactly? How much they've invested in the company?"
He paused and shook his head.
"No, they're first gonna doubt my capability and I'll have to prove myself, I'll have to show them that I'm capable of running.. I'm not fuçking interested!"
"Language young man" snr Alfonso banged on the table again.
Ferguson raised his brows with a smirk.
"This is my fuçking territory, dad, I'm not fuçking restricted here"
"Ferguson Alfonso!"
Snr Alfonso glared nastily at Ferguson for a moment, before storming towards the door.
"Tell mom I'll come see her soon, I know she's the main reason you came here in the first place"
Snr Alfonso ignored him and stormed out the door, shutting it in a loud bang that even the wall shook.
"Sir, what else can I do for you?" Rob asked, as if he's trying to remind Ferguson of his presence.
"You bastàrd!" he picked a random file and threw it at Rob. "You couldn't even stop him"
"Sir, he insisted on..."
"Screw you" he threw another file at him. "Scram outta here!"
"Sir..."
"I said. Get. The. Fuçk. Out!"
Rob quickly picked the files that were thrown at him, he dropped them on the table and dashed out as though his life depended on it.
Ferguson rested his elbows on the table and held his face in his hands, he puffed out some frustrated air but his eyes landed on Stella's photo on the table and he broke into a smile.
He reached for it and stared lustfully at it for a moment, then nodded.
"Her pûssy is truly food for my dîck" he smirked and kissed the photo.