A Professor Living Dangerously

Katherine fought hard to keep her emotions from dragging her into the abyss as she drove home from her first night working at the nude club. She forced herself to stay positive using her professional training to keep forward focused. She rationalized that since she learned of Sam's wicked blackmail, she had determined his intent and methods, which was a positive. The process to get there hadn't been pretty, but she knew playing victim wouldn't help her find a solution.

Lost in her head, only when she was in her driveway, did she think about her husband. Knowing that he waited for her just inside, she spent a minute checking her appearance to ensure that she carried no incriminating evidence from the seedy club. Once satisfied, the young wife exited her car and entered her home. Strangely, it was quiet even though his car was in the driveway.

"Hey," she said when she found him bent over inspecting the refrigerator.

Hi, baby," I ate earlier but I'm hungry again. I beat you home by like ten minutes," he responded casually.

"Want me to make something?" she offered.

"That's okay. It's late and I just want a snack," he replied.

"Go watch TV and I'll find you something," she said, wanting control of her kitchen.

"Sounds good!" he acknowledged, happy to move aside.

With a quick kiss on the cheek, he left for the couch as she started to search for something to make. Twenty minutes later, she appeared in the living room with a tray filled with crackers, dip, cheese, and eggrolls. She set it on the coffee table and disappeared, returning shortly with two large glasses of wine.

"Damn, hon. I just wanted a bite or two," he laughed.

"Want me to take it away? the pretty woman teased.

"No, that's okay," he chuckled, and then said, "I think these eggrolls have been in the freezer for a couple years."

"They get better with age," she answered sarcastically.

A sudden surge of emotion swept through the young wife that she struggled to keep hidden. She loved playful moments with her husband and feared losing them, as the decadent things she had endured earlier made her feel extraordinarily vulnerable.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked, noticing her strange expression.

"Nothing," she answered quickly, and then in a demure voice, she asked, "Can we make love tonight?"

"I think you're reading my mind," her husband replied with a silly grin.

The answer thrilled Katherine, and in a strange way offered her some redemption. If her loving husband still wanted her then she couldn't be all that bad.

Their glasses were only half empty when they started exchanging soft kisses and quickly, they abandoned all thought of food and drink. Katheirne had a spring in her step as her husband led her to the bedroom and she giggled as he removed her clothes. Jumping into bed, she opened her legs in anticipation and then whined about not waiting when he tried to go down on her. Convincing him to proceed straight to intercourse, she was pleased he took her slowly and passionately as it was just what she needed after so much sordid sexual attention.

Unfortunately, she couldn't quite get to an orgasm but was happy when her husband climaxed and then collapsed on her body. The tender moments where she stroked his hair as he recovered acted to recharge her psychological batteries, and that night, for the first time in days, she slept like a baby.

Sam left the nude club just a few minutes after Kat. On the drive to his other club, he thought about the state of his plan for revenge. The young professor was just where he wanted, prepared to suffer indignities below her station for the sake of her precious job. He knew that Thursday at the club could be wilder, but he thought she could handle it and he had Ahmed well prepared if things started to go south.

He smiled at her attempt to return as his lover. She had been a damn good fuck but what she didn't realize was that he had already grown tired of her. It wasn't anything she did or didn't do, he just couldn't keep his interest in any one woman for very long. She had made it longer than most and he enjoyed turning her into his sex toy, but it was time to move on. That's why he was ready to turn her out and make some money off her while he could. She didn't get that nor did she understand that his promises about reconnecting were all lies.

With things going well, Sam knew it was time to bring Katherine's husband into the mix. Educated and privileged, yet too weak to control his wife, he was everything the black man had learned to hate. His lucky throw and the aftermath where he had to receive medical attention had been deeply humiliating. Plus, the admonishment of his mentor continued to churn in his memory. He wanted the prick to pay dearly and while he didn't have a plan set in stone, he had some ideas percolating that he wanted to think through.

Katherine faced mixed issues when she returned to the club on Thursday. Over her initial shock, she managed to work with more ease but, unfortunately, it became much more crowded. Almost reaching capacity, she learned from the other dancers that Thursdays were usually the busiest night. She hoped to spot Gary so she could hide in the back and eat up clock, but he didn't show so, without an anchor customer, she was forced to bounce around more. Her sets on stage kept interest in her high, and by nine, her tits had been mauled repeatedly and her pussy touched a half-dozen times. Fortunately, she managed to avoid penetration the entire evening through body position, firm words, and luck.

On the following Tuesday, the crowd was very small, and she spent a good deal of time chatting with the other dancers. It was easy to tell that these women were on the ragged edge, and she thought several were high. At the other club, she had managed to befriend Chantal, and she was friendly with one or two others but, she didn't see herself making the same connections with this group.

When the following Thursday arrived, she thought she had a good handle on how to deal with the nudity and the club environment. Like the prior week, it became quite busy and she had danced for multiple men between her two sets when Ahmed approached her.

"Come with me," he said, directing her toward the tiny office.

As soon as they arrived, he pulled out a tin from a desk drawer. Kat guessed what it contained as it looked just like the one Roland used in the other club. Her speculation proved correct when the swarthy man extracted a pill and held it out.

"Sam said to give you this if you look tired," he informed her.

"I'm not tired," she countered although she felt exhausted.

"Take it," he said, more as a demand than a suggestion.

He put the small white object in her hand and then handed her a bottle of water that she hadn't noticed. While he watched, she put the pill in her mouth and took a healthy drink.

"Okay," she said when she finished.

"Go back to work. I'm watching so there won't be trouble," he said in a tone that suggested some sympathy.

Kat turned and exited the small space with Ahmed's eyes glued to her firm ass. What the pretty professor didn't know was that the pill she had just taken was more than double the strength of those she had used before. Sam and Ahmed hoped that the strong amphetamine would make her more aggressive and less self-conscious.

Ahmed knew from talking to Roland that she had been Sam's primary fuck toy for a time until something happened that pissed him off. He understood she had a normal life away from the dirty clubs and that made her, to him, very interesting. He wondered, as things unfolded, if he would get the chance to sink his fat cock into her delicate hole. More than once, he had fantasized about the look on her face as he pushed into her deep.

Kat had only been back on the floor for a few minutes when she felt the drug hit her body. A sudden surge of energy swept through her making her more alert. She couldn't deny that it was a good feeling, and she thought it would help make the time go quicker. It also brought a little itch to her pussy that that she struggled to get out of her head. Minutes later, while sitting naked on a customer's lap with his hand on her thigh, she thought about him touching her sex. Would he be gentle or rough and would he try to push his finger inside? The idea was so diametrically opposite to what she wanted before that she started to get nervous about control. Fortunately, after a few minutes, she managed to push the more decadent thoughts away, but the little itch remained.

It was almost eight when she spotted a handsome young man enter the club with a friend. He held himself well and his dress was much more stylish than the typical club patron. She knew that if she were to pass him on the street, she would make a point of discreetly checking him out.

The duo moved to the center of the club and found an empty table. Kat started moving his way deciding that if she had to work the clientele it might as well be the hot ones. She was almost there but two other dancers beat her to them, and she turned away. Still, she watched the man and just a minute or so later, they made eye contact. She watched as he said something to the girl with him and just seconds later, she stood and left. When he smiled at her, she knew what he wanted, and she walked through the crowd, fending off an offer, until she was at the attractive man's table.

"Sit down. What's your name?" he asked.

"Kat," she answered, teasing him with an alluring smile.

"Like a feline predator?" he laughed.

"Sometimes," she flirted back.

"Damn, I got lucky. You're a find," he told her.

"Oh, why do you say that?" she responded, enjoying the refined attention.

"Beautiful and sassy," I like that, he said, and before she could reply, he asked, "I'm sure you've heard this a thousand times, but I've got to ask. What in the world are you doing in this dump?"

"I'm broke," she lied with a little laugh.

"I don't think I believe that," he said, and then quickly added, "Anyway, I'd love it if you'd dance at the next song."

While Kat waited, she realized she was having fun sparring with the man, and in a strange way, she didn't cringe at getting naked for him. Afterall, she really didn't have a choice, at least she rationalized it that way, and she sensed he would be well-mannered.

The dance went smoothly with the man only placing his hands on her ass for a bit. He did openly stare at her pussy, but she expected that, so she was pleased with things when she finished. Perhaps, she thought, the man would stay until nine, protecting from the aggressive crowd.

She danced twice more, and in both cases, he barely touched her. Indeed, a typical dance at the other club resulted in more contact. In between her performances, they held a lively conversation, and the young wife became quite comfortable with him.

"Could we move to the back?" he suddenly asked with a little nervousness in his voice.

She knew what he was asking, and it surprised her a bit as he had seemed content. She had an obligation to accept the request, so she nodded and then quickly put on her cover. Once finished, he rose, and she accepted his extended hand to help her stand. She appreciated the polite gesture, and gave him credit for asking her to move politely. Most men, as she well knew, would have merely demanded it. The darker corners were already occupied, so they headed to a spot that was more visible to the club, but when they were just a few feet away, a couple exited a nice table and they grabbed it.

"What's your name?" Kat asked, realizing he had never told her.

"Wesley, but I usually go by Wes," he said.

"Okay, Wesley," Kat answered with a smirk.

He chuckled at her tease, and then said, "Go ahead when you're ready."

Quickly, she ditched her cover, and since she liked the man, she moved slowly and seductively, mostly ignoring the beat of the song being played. Wes' hand soon found her ass and then moved to her hips. He pulled on her gently, guiding her back until she stood between his open legs. From there, he guided her down until her naked ass was writhing against his groin.

"You like it?" she asked, wanting to tease, but she realized it came out as needy.

"Mmmm...of course. I new I would," he said softly.

His hands left her hips with one moving to her breasts and the other to her lower abdomen just inches above her pussy. The itch that she felt earlier suddenly came roaring back, and she naughtily tried to move her body in a way that would bring his fingers into contact with her pussy.

Despite her efforts, she failed which built her frustration, and after a minute or so, she couldn't take it anymore.

"It's okay to touch. It's okay if you do it nicely," she told him.

As soon as the words left her mouth, a wave of shame swept over her, but when Wes' fingers landed on her clit, she forgot all about it. He teased her nub with a light touch and then ran a single finger along her wet slit. The little itch had turned into a slow throb, and she mewed openly while slowly gyrating her butt.

"Why don't you sit," he suggested, and then closed his legs so she could straddle him.

She leaned her back into his chest happy to turn her body over to hands. To Kat, it seemed like his touch had the perfect rhythm. It was like her body was a guitar, and using gentle touches on her nipples and pussy, he played her like a master.

"Mmmm...uhhh..." you're driving me crazy, she whined.

"Good, I want you to go crazy. I want you to cum. Cum for me," he whispered into her ear.

His command echoed in her brain forcing her arousal forward and she started to emit moans of pleasure as her feet slowly lifted from the floor. A wave of euphoria hit her, and she gasped loudly but it suddenly disappeared making her squeal in frustration. Fortunately, the pause was short lived and when the orgasm returned it swept through her completely. The young wife's back arched as her legs spasmed and she was forced to bite her hand to stifle her cries.

"Ayyyy...uhhh...uhhh...mmmm... Ohhh...mmm..." she serenaded her customer to the muted sounds of her powerful release.

Kat lay sprawled across his lap in a post-orgasmic bliss, as the man she had met only an hour before, planted soft kisses on her shoulder.

"That was awesome," he said to her when she started to stir.

"Yeah," she replied, turning and giving him an impish smile.

"What next?" he laughed.

"I...I probably should get ready to go. I'm off at nine," she replied.

"It's already nine-thirty," he replied, and then quickly added, "Why don't you stay a little longer?"

"I can't. I need to go, but I'm here Tuesdays and Thursdays if you want to come back," she explained.

"I will," he replied as he stood.

After fishing the money from his pants, he gave the young wife a nice hug and then she turned and left. Since it was late, she didn't bother checking with Ahmed. Instead, she went to her locker, changed, and then nodded to him on her way out.

On the drive home, she thought about Wesley and how slutty she had acted. She guessed the pill Ahmed had made her take played a role as her energy had skyrocketed, but she knew it wasn't just that. The man's good manners, such a pleasant departure from the norm, had made something click. The fact that he was quite handsome didn't hurt either, she thought, as she fought back a naughty smile. She knew she should feel guilty about her eagerness, and she thought she might later, but for the moment, she wanted to enjoy the rare positive experience the seedy club had provided.

Jeff was waiting for her when she arrived but following their now standard routine, after a quick kiss, she left to take a shower. Thankfully, he had easily bought into her need to freshen after twelve hours at the university. She didn't dawdle knowing that she owed her husband some quality time, and after putting on her robe, she made for the kitchen. Once there, she was delighted to learn that Jeff had already put something together. Not only that, but a bottle of her favorite wine sat open on the counter.

"You're taking care of me!" she said as she went to him for a kiss.

"I have an ulterior motive. I want you feeling good for later," he laughed.

"Oh, is that the deal now? Tuesdays and Thursdays are snacks, wine and sex?" she giggled.

"Is that bad?" Jeff asked feigning hurt.

"No, I just want to understand," Katherine said as she moved close.

Like before, the couple left behind partially filled glasses as they headed for the bedroom. The pill Ahmed had given her earlier still had her wired, and despite the nice orgasm she had experienced with Wesley, she was ready for more.

"This time it's my turn," Jeff said when they were naked.

The young husband lowered his head with his eyes focused between her legs and Katheirne was quite happy to lay back and let her husband take the lead. As soon as she spread her legs, his tongue was there, splitting her folds and gliding upward until he circled and then suckled gently on her bud. Slow and deliberate, he soon had her building.

Katherine knew that receiving oral sex from her husband was a bit of a crap shoot. At times, he could get too excited and become rushed, and at others, like now, his patient approach worked to get her very hot. She had already given herself permission to cum if he could take her there, and then, she would bring him inside her and make sure he had a good release.

A little spark danced through her swollen bud every time her husband's tongue circled it, forcing a little whimper to leave her mouth. After a few minutes, Katherine found herself on a plane of pleasure, just shy of an orgasm, with the knowledge that she could tip over at will.

"Cum for me," her husband said.

For some strange reason, his words took her back to the club and Wesley where he had demanded the exact same thing. A naughty smile came to her face, as she thought about the two encounters spaced so closely. One she had with a man she barely knew while the other was happening with her loving husband. The first was bold, perhaps decadent, but had proved powerful and she expected this one would be strong as well, although, filled with love.

The young wife took a deep breath as her husband's tongue slowly moved through her lips, and her body stiffened in anticipation of the teasing of her clit. However, when the moment came it was Wesley's fingers exciting her, not her husband tongue. A shudder ran through her that Jeff either didn't feel or ignored. When he flicked her again, her mind had cleared and it was her loving husband making her squirm. However, Jeff only stayed there three more cycles before Wesley took his place, again. The handsome and respectful man had made her cum with little difficulty, and with the recent memory of them together in her head, she thought he might make it happen again.

"Mmmm...ohhh..." Katherine whined.

She was thrilled with her progress but worried she wouldn't be able to make Wesley leave before her orgasm. So close...getting so close she thought as her legs lifted just like they had in the club. She knew she was being bad, betraying the bond of husband and wife in their own bed, but her dirty thoughts excited her, and in a final act, she took her husband's hand and brought it to a breast. Just seconds later, Wesley made her explode.

"Ohhh...oh, yes...oh, yes...yes...yes...yes..." she cried out as she recalled the man's touch and smell.

Jeff let her thrash for several seconds and then lifted his body over hers and found her opening. He pushed in with one firm thrust, and then took her hard with the intent of prolonging her climax. Her whines and pleas continued as they mated, making him feel powerful, but what he didn't know was at that moment she was thinking of another man.

"You back with me?" her panting husband asked when he saw her eyes open.