Teacher - Voyeur

“I’m definitely in,” Ian said with his best valley girl voice.

Carina gave him a hell no look and for good measure said, “No.”

“Hey,” he protested. “I can be one of the girls and gossip. We can look at hot boys and compare. Well, not you. You can look at me.”

“Oh, my god, Ian,” Carina said, but it was softened by a laugh.

Daniel heaved a sigh beside me. “Well, I’ll warn everyone you’re coming. It will be interesting if nothing else.”

4

Hanna

“I’m just waiting for Daniel to see me and kick me out,” Olivia said, stretching her neck to look over the crowd.

I looked too, under the guise of helping her keep an eye out. I hadn’t seen him in the entire hour we’d been at Voyeur. Maybe I was so eager to see him because he would be one familiar male face in a sea of unknowns.

Yeah, that was it.

“He can’t kick you out. It’s girls night,” Carina chimed in.

“He’s probably hiding in his office,” Oaklyn added. “He usually does on Saturday nights.” She would know since she’d worked here during a semester of college.

Olivia rolled her eyes, annoyed with the possibility of Daniel ruining her fun. “One of his rules was that Kent didn’t bring me here. But Kent isn’t here, so as long as Daniel doesn’t get weird out here in the lounge with some woman,” she gagged for effect, “We should be good.”

“I thought my relationship was weird,” Alex muttered into her drink.

Olivia hitched her thumb Oaklyn’s way. “Can’t beat the teacher fucker over here.”

Oaklyn slapped her shoulder. “Shut up.”

“I think it’s safe to say we all push the boundaries with our relationships.” Carina held up her glass in a toast. “To kinky relationships.”

We clinked glasses, and I sucked the last of my margarita through the straw. I even swished around the ice to get every last drop. I both loved and hated the two-drink maximum. I could easily give in to my nerves and get drunk, but the rule kept me in check and helped me stay sober, making me aware of every increased beat of my heart.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Carina declared. “Hanna needs to shake her ass in that tiny ass dress.”

“It’s not that small,” I defended, tugging the white fitted material down my legs, only to tug it higher on my chest too. I’d grown to love wearing clothes that made me feel sexy. The first low-cut top I’d worn out had felt like a giant fuck you to the monsters who made me hate my body.

“Nah. But your boobs look great. Also, I’m digging the middle cut out. Very peekaboo.”

My arm wrapped around my middle, not feeling as secure as before leaving the house. The dress was a simple white, but it was fitted with one long sleeve and a slim cutout around my stomach. But now, standing in the crowd of swaying bodies under the lights, I felt naked.

I think the girls noticed my nerves rising by the second and banded around me as we danced. I lost count of how many songs we danced to, but by the time we stumbled off the floor, my muscles were more relaxed from the release of energy than what any alcohol could do.

“I think I’m ready,” I said, lifting my hair off my damp neck.

Oaklyn tipped her head to the right. “Come on, I’ll take you back.”

I followed her to the hallway where the iPads were, standing by as she clicked some buttons to get me to the selections.

Trying to calm my nerves, I asked, “So, you worked here?”

Oaklyn’s fingers froze, and she tipped her head just enough to look at me from the corner of her eye.

“No judgment,” I assured, holding my hands up. “It’s more of a fascination.”

“I did for a little while to help pay for college. It wasn’t too bad, but not exactly my life-long goal.”

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. A pinch ached in my chest, and I realized it was jealousy. Oaklyn was a few years younger than me, but she felt so mature in my mind. She had the sexual freedom I dreamed of. I couldn’t imagine what it took to work here, to put yourself on display like that, and she had. It made me feel immature and emotionally stunted.

“Okay,” she said, stepping back. “It’s all yours.”

I approached the screen like it was a ticking bomb. Daniel had glossed over the selections during our tour, but nothing could have prepared me for the list of options.

Orgy.

F/F.

M/M.

M/F/M.

M/M/F.

BDSM.

Fisting.

I quickly scrolled past that one and made my selection. Missionary, under sheets, some talking, some nudity, low graphicness. Way, way low. Not thinking too hard about it, I hit enter and stepped back.

“Now what?”

“Now, we wait.”

She led me back to the girls at the bar, and I barely focused on anything except the band around my wrist.