Bad Teacher

I normally never just randomly fuck them and especially not in a bathroom, for fuck’s sake. But I couldn’t stop myself. The moment my lips crashed into hers, I needed to have her, had to claim her for my own then and there.

I cover my face with both hands because just thinking about the way I fucked her against the bathroom counter causes my pants to tighten from my growing cock.

Why am I even thinking about this? I’ll probably never see her again. But why does that piss me off so much? Damn.

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Maya

Even though it’s already morning, I can’t stop thinking about last night.

I can’t believe I had sex with a man and only learned his name afterward. God, this is so unlike me. I don’t usually kiss on the first date, let alone let a man screw me like that.

But he … he was something else, that’s for sure.

While I’m sipping coffee and enjoying breakfast here at the hotel, the memory of our kiss and fuck keeps a constant smile on my face. I’m normally never this easy, but this encounter has left me giddy. Maybe I should let go more often.

This trip has only been amazing so far. I’ve seen huge skyscrapers in the middle of the desert and rode camels to some unknown oasis. And the people here are so different from what I’m used to as well—very calm and collected unlike back home where everything’s so noisy. I’ve gotten so used to New York’s bustling sounds that I’ve forgotten what nice and quiet sounds like … and here in Dakai, I’m rediscovering that peace.

The place isn’t all progressive, though. We’re not technically allowed to go all bananas in public, wear skimpy clothes, or touch in public, let alone kiss. Or fuck.

Jesus, I really did break a couple of laws. I hope I won’t get thrown into jail. Here’s to hoping the woman couldn’t identify me.

Not that I’ve seen anyone get arrested yet, so I assume the authorities aren’t on it like hawks. Maybe they’re lenient. Besides, kissing and touching is allowed in the clubs, though what we did definitely broke all the rules.

Goddamn, I’m smirking to myself again just thinking about that stranger … Amir. His name alone makes the goose bumps appear on my skin again. He was too sexy to be true, and sometimes I still wonder if it all really happened.

Not that it’ll ever happen again. I don’t know where he lives or what his last name is, so I’ll probably never see him again. Still, a girl can hope, right?

But I have to remember I’m not here to hook up. I have business to attend to today. I was invited to this country to design clothing for the royal family, and when I found out they’d picked me for the job, I completely freaked out. I didn’t expect to actually get it, let alone be designing for royalty.

But here I am, and I’m making my parents as well as myself proud.

After finishing breakfast, I hurry out the hotel to go to my appointment. My contact isn’t directly with the royal family, of course; it’s with one of their many assistants, as expected. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever even meet any of them. But it’s humbling to know they’re going to wear what I create. It’s not every day you get to work for royals, so I’ll do my utmost best.

I take a taxi to the square in front of the palace. I’m glued to the window because I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful architecture. Especially the palace … wow. It’s brilliant white with luscious plants growing on all sides, potted plants as huge as a one-story building, big black doors, and ancient looking statues.

The taxi guy drops me off right in front of the square as he’s not allowed to go any farther. Luckily, I know where to go.

After paying him, I walk through the middle of the square, passing all the tourists. A few big cars are parked out near the end of the street—probably some rich people showing off. I know for sure when I see a guy wearing a long white garment and a black headband around his head leaning back with his elbows against the hood of his car, flaunting two girls at his side. But my jaw drops the moment I realize who it is.

Amir.

I stop in my tracks and stare for a few seconds, wondering if I’m dreaming.

But then he laughs, and I can hear his voice. It’s definitely him.

He’s really here. What are the odds?

And at that moment, he suddenly turns his head and stares right back at me.

The moment seems to last forever, and I can’t look away.

I know he’s seen me, but does he recognize me? Does he remember the girl he fucked in the bathroom of a dance club?