Third person's point of view.
*SIN (Ceo's office)**
Jonathan groaned and sighed tiredly as he massaged his temples softly, his eyes glared at the stack of files waiting for him to review.
He reached for a file and opened it, but quickly pushed it aside as an unbearable pain stroke the back of his head.
"Fuçk!" he cursed lowly. "I shouldn't have drink as much as Gus who can hold his liquor" he reprimanded himself.
Just then, there's a gentle knock on the door.
"May I come in, sir?" Mike (his assistant) asked, even though the door was already open.
"Come in" Jonathan invited him in.
He (Mike) walked in, but walked straight to the coffee maker in the office and poured some coffee in a mug, then walked back to Jonathan.
"Here, sir" he dropped the coffee on the table. "It'll help you sober up"
"Hm" Jonathan hummed. "Thank you" he murmured as he took a sip.
Mike waited until his boss (Jonathan) has taken a few gulps, then cleared his throat and dropped the file he had brought in with him.
"These are the names of our new dancers, sir" Mike said.
Jonathan nodded, he dropped his coffee and reached for the file, he opened it and glanced through it with a deep frown and angrily slammed it on his desk, then faced Mike with a very deep scowl.
"Is this all?"
"Y-yes, sir?" Mike stuttered unsurely.
Jonathan's frown deepened at once.
"But why do I feel like a name is missing on this list?"
"Sir?"
Mike seemed lost at this moment, he has no clue what his boss is talking about.
"Why isn't Megan Alessandro on the list?" Jonathan asked clearly.
Mike picked up the list and glanced through it with a small frown of his own, he doesn't seem to have an impression on who Megan Alessandro is, until something suddenly dawned on him.
"Uh.. we removed her name because she isn't qualify to join us"
Jonathan wore a passive expression on, and he set his lips on thin lines as he waited for Mike to elaborate his words.
"You lost yourself in a daze immediately after her interview, so we screened her out because based on our conclusion, she must have used voodoo on you and..."
Mike suddenly shut up and flinched back when Jonathan banged on the table, then threw a very harsh glare at Mike.
"You're very stupid, do you know that?!"
"Huh?"
"Megan didn't use no voodoo on me, I was in a daze because I just can't believe someone as innocent as her could be so talented!"
"B-but... "
"I don't wanna hear a word from you!" Mike snapped.
He leaned back on his chair, he rubbed his forehead as he felt it getting heavier as though someone's drumming on there, but he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face when his mind flashed back to his passionate moment with Megan.
"Quick, give her a call and let her know she's got the job" he instructed Mike.
"Sir?"
He raised an eyebrow at Mike.
"Have you gone deaf?"
Mike shook his head in denial. "No, no, sir... I'll give her a call right away" he replied and quickly rushed out.
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Stella's point of view.
*Lala-land's Private Lesson**
"Wow! I love today's class" I said as I sat on the chair in front of Mr huge dîck's table.
"Your performance was excellent" he replied. "You're such a fast learner, Stella"
He walked away from the window back to his swivel chair and sat down.
The first two buttons of his shirt were left unhooked, which exposed his hairy chest and make me wanna crave for more sex -but I controlled myself.
"You mean I did better than yesterday?" I asked as I leaned on the table.
He nodded.
His eyes stayed on my cleavage, but he cleared his throat and quickly moved them away.
"You've improved way a lot after attending yesterday's class" he paused and raised his left eyebrow suspiciously. "Do you have someone with whom you practice at home?"
Huh?
Is that a hint of jealousy in his words? If it is, why would he be jealous?
Nope!
I must be imagining things, I'm just one of his many students and nothing more.
"You certainly can't improve from after just one class, you must have done a lot of practicals when you got home yesterday"
I laughed heartily at his words because they truly sounded kinda funny to me, then shook my head sideways.
"My improvements are all because you're a very skillful teacher" I winked at him, with a smirk playing at the corner of my lips.
He stared at me for a moment, his eyes were squinted as though he's trying to figure something out, but then he chuckled lightly and shook his head.
"I didn't expect our class would come to an end so soon"
"What?!" I shouted with widened eyes. "Our class is coming to an end? Why? Isn't it so soon?"
My heart was strangely pounding too fast, as though I'm scared of losing something -his huge dîck, perhaps.
Yeah, the thought of not fuçking his huge dîck anymore scares me.
"Calm down, darling..."
"How can I stay calm at a time like this?" I interrupted when he tried to calm me down. "Can we have one more sèx class, please?" I pleaded desperately.
If he approves of having one more class, then I'll try my best to persuade him into having another one more class.. until I'm fully satisfied and tired of his dîck.
"I heard yummy kiss production is hosting another audition, you're gonna audition after our last class and we'll judge from your performance..."
He trailed off as the landline on his table ring loudly, he quickly reached for it and listen to the person on the other end speak.
"Don't let her in!" he snapped before he hang up, then continued addressing me. ".. if you still don't pass this audition, then we'll arrange another classes and I can't say how long our classes are gonna last this time"
An evil idea suddenly crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but smirk.
I'll purposely make sure I fail the audition, then we'll have to arrange another class session -hehehehehehehehe!
"When is this audition starting?" I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know yet, but I heard it's..."
He was interrupted by someone roughly pushing the door open, and barging in.
My head snapped towards the door, only to see a girl of my age standing by the door, with a very deep frown and furious expression on and her chest was rising and falling, as though she's here for a fight.
"GUS!!" she growled.
My brows furrowed instantly at the name she just called him. Gus?!
Like seriously, isn't that the name of that fat mouse in Cinderella movie? Who is she to him?
Don't tell me she's his wife or fiancee, because I don't wanna deal with an angry wife or fiancee.
"Did you asked Rob not to let me in because of this ugly looking hoe?" she asked while glaring at me in pure disgust.
I balled my fists on the table and gritted my teeth, as I felt great anger swelling within me.
I hate it most when people calls me a slût.. whore.. or hoe.
"Did she just called me a hoe?" I growled lowly.