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A soft groan echoed through the rather small, sun-lit room. Subtle beeps continued to bring the petite auburn-haired woman to consciousness; which was clearly not something she desired. Reluctantly, a slender hand slipped from beneath the comfort of the duvet and delivered a firm thump to the innocent alarm clock, sending it hurling toward the plush carpet of the bedroom. Once the annoyance was silenced, the female wriggled and rolled in the comfort of her bed. It only took ten minutes for her to decide that the sun was far too invasive for her to continue sleeping, which was most likely for the best. Elizabeth wasn’t a morning person, not in the slightest. The only reason she woke was for work in the early hours or for an early class. If there was a rare occasion where she could sleep in, she would be utterly content.<br/>
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Eventually, the young woman rolled herself out of bed with a rather disgruntled huff and began her morning routine. First, she showered for a good half an hour. Usually, it’d help her wake up, but this morning wasn’t seeming that way. The previous night Elizabeth had been working at the club, her real job, or so she liked to think of it. The only reason she had taken a few morning shifts at the coffee shop was to cover herself, just in case anyone asked how she had so much extra cash. It may have seemed over-cautious, but the last thing she wanted was people to figure out what she was doing to make a living. The young woman didn’t have family, she didn’t have support. For so long she’d been stuck in such a prude foster home, she had been forced into the role of being prim and proper; stripping was something that made her feel liberated to some extent, not to mention that the pay was incredibly decent.<br/>
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After fumbling around in her bedroom for ten minutes, Elizabeth emerged looking fresh faced and ready for work. The female chose a pair of well-fitted jeans that cupped her slender, curved figure. Coupled with her rather casual choice of jeans, the petite woman chose a plain grey tank top that trailed down toward her hips. Since she had to attend class after her shift, it made sense to wear something comfortable; all she had to wear for work was an apron with a name tag. As she left, she grabbed a plain, fairly light weight moss green jacket that hung around her, appearing a size or two too big. Elizabeth found that when she wasn’t working in the club, she didn’t really care about dressing for people to admire her. In fact, it made it harder if people noticed her outside of work, so she maintained a style that helped her disappear into the crowd.<br/>
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There was a spring in her step the moment she entered the empty coffee shop. The streets were just starting to flood with commuters, so it wouldn’t be long before customers began to pour in for their morning fix. <b>”Morning Liz, how’s it going?”</b> Thankfully, it seemed to just be Elizabeth and Kate working that morning. The coffee shop did sometimes overflow, but the competition in the area kept it from being too much to handle. ”Oh you know the drill, Kate. Late night, daydreaming of graduating and getting myself a proper job, how about you?” The girls chuckled together as Elizabeth slid her bag under the counter and pulled out an apron from a small storage space. It was a rather unappealing tone of green with a large badge that displayed her name for customers to see. <b>”Oh, the same. Work is going to pile up this year, I honestly don’t know if I can keep up. You know, the perk of this job is that we can network and… Well, you’ve seen some of the men that come in here.”</b> Well, Kate wasn’t wrong. A lot of attractive men swooped in and out, it was a rather nice spying spot for them.<br/>
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Once the girls were set, the door was opened and they began to prepare the machines. Just as Elizabeth was taking the first customer’s order, she felt a light jab in her side as Kate breezed past her to make the order. As the auburn-haired woman gazed back, she noticed Kate hint to the door. A rather handsome man was making his way in, talk about perks of the job. Elizabeth could feel her pulse increase a little, her heart almost skipped a beat as he arrived in front of her. Large amber orbs focused up toward him as she took down his order. ”That’ll be two dollars seventy,” It was clear that a charming smile kept clinging to the edge of her lips, taunting her into a warm expression and a hint of blush to her cheeks. It wasn’t often that she blushed, but he was certainly an exception.<br/>
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As Kate was still preparing the other coffee, Elizabeth took the free time she had to get working on the handsome man’s order. <b>”Isn’t he gorgeous?”</b> Kate chuckled softly as she whispered to Elizabeth. <b>”You should totally write your name on his cup.”</b> Elizabeth couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she grabbed a cup and placed it on the machine, then proceeded to fix the beans and fix the attachment onto the machine. ”And what do you suppose I write on it? Hi, you’re hot, call me?” The auburn-haired woman whispered back, shaking her head slightly. Kate wasn’t wrong though, why didn’t she go for it? What did she have to lose? Sure, dating would take up her free time but he looked like he would be fun.<br/>
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As she finished up his coffee, she took hold of a protective sleeve and scribbled a small note on it. <i>Enjoy the coffee, the next one is on me. – Elizabeth</i>. ”Here you go, sir,” Elizabeth spoke in a far more confident tone than before, sliding the coffee cup over the counter toward him. ”Have a great morning,” She summoned up the warmest smile she could before turning to the next customer, who seemed rather impatient. ”What can I get for you?” Unfortunately, her mind was elsewhere. As she began to take over making the coffee, she accidently knocked some of the ground coffee over her chest and the floor. A soft sigh left her lips as she turned to Kate, who was already handling another order. All she wanted was a sign that the rather handsome man she’d tried to flirt with hadn’t noticed her rather embarrassing mishap.<br/>
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Adam Holden flipped his omelette with mechanical precision as he looked over his itinerary. He was up early and had the kitchen lights on because the sun hadn’t risen yet. He preferred it that way, it made him feel like he was ahead of the race. That didn’t mean he liked it, however. Adam loved sleep, but loved crushing the competition more. That meant he had to be sharp, and to him that meant getting an early start, and being prepared. His itinerary had one new item on it from the chores and the classes and the social gatherings. He was teaching the freshman intro and coaching class that evening. That put a smile on his face. He’d gotten his face smeared over the floor, argumentally speaking, all year in that class when he was a freshman, and he was still benefiting from the lessons he’d learned from it. Competition had been stiff to earn the right to be the one to break in the newbies, and he’d won the honor of joining a small and select group of individuals at Iverson College of Law by doing so. They’d met the day before, and Adam had gotten to shake the hands of those who had come before him, among them a prominent NY judge. They called themselves the Climbing Ivies, and each of them had lent their support in his leading the class. He’d accepted graciously, but at this point he didn’t plan on calling on any of them. Time was valuable, and he was to be the coach, not the coached.<br/>
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He slid the omelette onto a plate, then went to check the coffee machine. “Fuck!” The damned thing was busted, and not a drop of brew had appeared in the pot. “Goddamned piece of shit,” he said, then he ripped the cord out of the wall to throw the machine away. He was annoyed, but alone in his home he indulged in expressing it, and as soon as he had he was planning out the solution. He could eat the omelette and still have time to pick up a coffee on the way to the classroom, and have thirty minutes to prepare for class before the professor showed up. He filled a glass of ice water, then sat down to enjoy his breakfast. He left the tablet at the counter while he was eating, because otherwise he would try to be ‘productive’ and he’d decided long ago that mealtimes would be the one time of day that he wouldn’t have his nose buried in a book or looking over a schedule or planning a dissertation of one form or another. Instead he enjoyed his chive and olives in peace, savoring the sensual pleasure of the food and taking the time to actually taste it.<br/>
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One advantage to leaving so early was that there was little traffic in the city. He didn’t have a coffee shop that he frequented, but there were plenty on the way to campus, so he picked the one that was most convenient, and that looked the cleanest out of the options available. The decor was rustic with a modern overlay, with busy walls and hanging lights that clustered like chandeliers and furniture that blended in with the stone and ash tones that dominated the theme. The waitresses were wearing green aprons that were decidedly unflattering, but they seemed happy and energetic enough. Adam went straight to the counter to make his order, intending to be on his way as soon as possible as he handed over his payment.<br/>
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The woman behind the counter was just another woman behind a counter until she blushed. The rosiness in her cheeks emphasized her high cheekbones and Adam was struck with the vivid brightness of her eyes. Her hair was done up sensibly for work, but he could see that it would drop just past her shoulders when she let it down, and her lips were plush shade of pink that parted for just a moment too long before she spoke. He could feel her focus on him like he was the only thing in the room, and was almost glad when she stepped away to make the order. The two of them were whispering behind the counter like schoolgirls, but Adam pretended not to notice, instead glancing over the small crowd that was beginning to form behind him and out the windows of the shop. The streets were starting to fill up and he was glad he’d picked something in walking distance.<br/>
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She came back with his drink and called him sir, sounding quite pleased about it, and for that small moment Adam imagined she meant it. A twinge of dark pleasure stirred in his chest and lifted the corner of his lip into a smirk, but he kept it professional. He glanced at her nametag. “Thank you, Elizabeth,” he said as he took his drink, then headed for the door. He was about to take a sip from the cup when he noticed the note she’d scrawled on the sleeve. His pace slowed as he paused to read it, and his eyebrow twitched. He was about to wonder how many times a day she did that when he heard a clatter of noise behind him. Turning back to look, he saw that she was true to her word: the next one really was on her. He grinned and shook with silent laughter as he continued out the door, intending to come back for that one later. He wasn’t worried about how often she gave out freebies anymore, if it were a habit for her there wouldn’t be a wardrobe in the world that could take it.<br/>
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Evening came, and it was time. The class was to take place in the main auditorium. Even with the two hundred students expected, it wouldn’t be more than an eighth full. The section intended for use was cordoned off, and the main platform had a desk set up for the instructors use, along with a podium. It was empty when he arrived, and he was glad. He strode down the steps of the stadium seating, then up onto the stage and took his place behind the desk, setting his materials out before him, and began looking over his lesson plan, and the materials available. There was a blazer jacket draped over the back of the high-backed chair, various remotes for the AV equipment and auditorium furnishings, and without anyone else present it was silent as the grave. That would soon change, so he enjoyed it and used it while it lasted.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: justify">"Did he see?" The female's tone was rather low as she began to brush herself off. Kate, who had been looking rather amused, bent down to help her friend sweep away the remnants of a rather embarrassing error. <b>"He did, but who cares, it happens. You are a little clumsy at times,"</b> Elizabeth chuckled softly, that harmonic tone filled the coffee shop with ease. She was a complete clutz at times, hopefully she hadn't deterred him. Maybe she'd never even see him again, who knew? Elizabeth couldn't recall seeing him before, maybe he didn't even live close by. Why did she even think about that? He was attractive, and his voice was to die for, but did that really mean she should be acting like a lusting school girl?<br/>
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The rest of the day was fairly quiet. The girls had done their shift and had proceeded to spend some time together at Elizabeth's place. <b>"You know what we should do? We should go to that huge party this weekend. They do it every first week of school. It'll give us a chance to see what handsome men have returned and who is up for grabs."</b> Kate looked all too content perched on the edge of the sofa, almost leaning forward and displaying just how keen she was about her newly formed plan. <b>"Pete may even be there,"</b> Pete was Elizabeth's ex, he'd promptly cheated on her when their relationship had grown series, which was a painful reminder of the fact that she had terrible choice in men. "As much as I'd like to get back at him, I think I'll give it a miss." Kate offered a pout to her friend before shrugging slightly, admitting defeat.<br/>
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By the time the evening rolled around, Elizabeth was more than ready to get her coaching class over with. The young woman had packed a bag ready for work that settled in the trunk of her car, ready to be pulled out the moment she left school. The two jobs she worked meant that some classes were missed, so the fact that there was a coaching class made it so much easier for her to catch up. Elizabeth was a dedicated student, she worked hard and put in as much time as she could. It was no surprise to her that a lot of teachers had been willing to help her over the years. All she hoped was that she could get enough out of this class to keep her firmly in a pass grade or higher.<br/>
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It didn’t take long to drive to school, and set up a place to meet Kate before they headed in. They both took Law, Kate also struggled to keep up, but it was mainly the content that confused her. It was a great way for both of them to up their grades. Once they’d met up, the girls made their way toward the classroom. There was a rather large crowd trying to get in, which gave them time to throw most of their belongings in the large set of lockers beside the entrance. Soon enough, the group began to move, the girls almost at the very end of the pack. <b>”Let’s hope this class is as good as people say it is.”</b> Elizabeth couldn’t agree more. She needed this class to pass. As they made their way in, she stumbled slightly upon seeing a familiar face. Elizabeth unwittingly knocked into a student in front of her, causing her books to fly from her hands and clatter on the floor.<br/>
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Kate immediately dropped down to the floor with her friend, picking up the notepad and various books for the class. A warm blush filled Elizabeth’s cheeks as she thanked Kate, then subtly hinted toward the man she’d seen that morning. How could that even be possible? How embarrassing. She’d hit on him in a fluke of encouragement from Kate, and there he was, leading their coaching class. A soft oath ebbed from her as she made her way to a seat, Kate sitting rather contently next to her. <b>”Of all the people we see, funny it was him this morning, huh?”</b> Kate murmured softly to her friend as they flipped to fresh pages in their books and prepared to take notes. <b>”Who knows, maybe he’ll take you for some extra curricular activities.”</b> Elizabeth rolled her eyes, ”I doubt it,you know they have a code of conduct here. He might not be a professor but he’s still our teacher to some degree.” Kate laughed, loud enough to cause attention to switch to her. Once people turned back to pay attention, she leaned in close to Elizabeth.<b>”Nothing states you can’t fuck another student, and technically, he is.”</b><br/>
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Thankfully there were still people settling down. Elizabeth couldn’t stop thinking about how Kate was so keen for her to get with this man, it seemed unreasonable.Clearly, her being single meant there was no dishy drama to talk about, and Kate was too frequently sated by gossip or tales of sensual nights. The very moment the lesson began, their gazes fixed on the man before them as he began to give a speech. It seemed he was incredibly strict, almost worse than her professor. ”We’re not in the field yet. It may be good preparation but we’re here to learn, sometimes we can’t help a situation that makes us late. If we miss one class here it could be dire for the exams.” Elizabeth didn’t usually speak up. Since she was near the front, considering she was last in, she didn’t have to speak loudly but her tone was still incredibly firm. Unlike before, now that she was in a state to learn, her gaze was no longer soft. There was a determination there that hadn’t been there that morning.​</div><br/>
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Adam hadn’t looked up as the auditorium filled. He was focusing on his materials and going over his plans one more time when he heard a huge clatter of noise. He looked up to find the cause of it, and his eyes immediately landed on the Elizabeth’s auburn hair and amber eyes staring at him like he was a ghost. Of course, she’d dropped her books. He shook with silent laughter as he went back to work. There were still ten minutes before class started and he thought he could make use of at least five of them. A student in his sophomore American Government class had made a comment that he’d never been able to forget, and he was planning his lesson around it. He couldn’t give his fellow students homework, or demerits, or anything that would motivate them to do as he said, so he had to hold their attention by actually being interesting. His lesson plan, that question, had everything to do with something nearly everyone spent some portion of every day thinking about or affected by.<br/>
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When the five minute mark came, he stood up, donned the blazer jacket, and called for everyone to take their seats as quickly as possible. There were only a few stragglers left, and those students who had friends to chat with moved to where they would be sitting for the next couple hours. Two minutes before time two more students filtered in and took the last two seats, and Adam nodded his head. Good. No outside potential for interruptions. At exactly 5pm, he tapped a button on one of the remotes, and the outside doors to the auditorium locked, then he addressed the throng of silent students focused on him.<br/>
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“Welcome to your first coaching class at Iverson College of Law. I am Adam Holden, and I or a substitute will be here every week for the rest of the term. This is a coaching class, which means I am here not as a professor, but as an upperclassman who has been where you are and has learned from many years of experience subsequent to that point. I didn’t get assigned to this, or freely volunteer, I won a competition between two hundred of my fellow students for the right to be here. We here at Iverson are proud of our accomplishments and those of our alumni. We compete against the best schools in the country, including Ivy League brats who think they have it easy when they face us, and in recent years we’ve begun beating them in sports, academics, and most importantly for us, debate. This class will challenge you. This class will make you think. This class will prepare you for what you will actually face in the field, and the culture you will experience at Iverson as you progress down your academic track. First we will discuss the ground rules. Rule number one: Do not be late. This is mandatory and there will be no exceptions. This is to simulate actual field conditions and will prepare you for any part of the field that you plan to enter. Rule number two-....”<br/>
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Adam paused as the barista interrupted him. Inside he was grinning: there was one every year. Outwardly his face was a stern mask. “Elizabeth, isn’t it? Rule number one for you is do not interrupt. Now you know. If you find that you cannot help being late, then do not show up. We will not wait for you, and neither will anyone, ever. The difference between then and now is that if you miss one of these classes you may still return the next week. If you miss work, or an appointment in a manner such as you’ve just described, you will simply need to find a new job. Perhaps one where you can avoid spilling things all over the floor.”<br/>
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“Rule number two, for the rest of us,” Adam said, turning his attention back to the auditorium in general, “is no electronics. No phones, no laptops, no smartwatches, no cameras, no recording devices, nothing. Please use the lockers outside the auditorium to store such devices if you have them with you before any class subsequent to today. First off, you will not need them. Secondly, you will not need the distraction. Thirdly, if you are using such a device during class I will ask you to please find a locker to use next time you come to class, because once you leave the auditorium to do so the door will lock behind you. Please take a moment to put such devices away for the remainder of class.”<br/>
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Adam walked back to the desk to take a sip of water while the students put their tech away, then came back before any of them could start stringing their thoughts into spoken words. “The third rule is to follow all university rules and regulations, as always, regarding respect and professional courtesy. I do not care who you are, where you’re from, what you’ve done, who your parents are or what your religious or ideological institution of choice has to say on any given subject. In this classroom we will treat the ideas spoken as ideas unto themselves and never engage in ad hominem. If you do not know the logical fallacies, learn them. Quickly. Ad hominem is arguing that argument is wrong because of something wrong about the person speaking it. Such nonsense will not be permitted in these halls. Over the course of this term I will argue many positions that neither you nor I agree with. If I have done my job, you will never know the difference between the position I actually hold and the one I am arguing. The purpose of many of these cases in many instances will be to prepare you for when you professionally encounter the individuals that actually hold those positions, at which time I, and the rest of your fellow Ivies, will be pleased to know that you came prepared.”<br/>
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“Now, one last thing before we begin. I am not your friend. I am not your professor. I am not your tutor. When this class ends at 7 I am just as busy as you are, if not more so. That being the case, I am still human, and I know you are too. Some of us may have had an experience that they would not care to repeat or speak of. Some of us have phobias that cannot be quelled. At this time I would like to draw on the compassion of the room and ask you to not look around too closely at your classmates. The room is just you and me for the moment. Look at me. Good. Now, I need to know if any of you have a fear of being in a locked room and interrogated. Don’t be afraid, there’s one or two every year. Come on, it’s alright… anyone that has an actual phobia, or crushing anxiety, or debilitating inner turmoil that makes you clench and sweat and panic and unable to think coherently. Trust me, I understand. You are safe here, please raise your hand in front of your chest, not super high…” Adam scanned the room with his eyes slowly, patiently, until his gaze landed on a hand. “There you are sweetheart, thank you. How are you doing, hun? Are you ok up there? We want you to be here and we want you comfortable, and ready to learn, but we don’t need you going through all that, okay? I want to give you an option, and you think about it alright?” Adam turned slightly to his side and lifted a hand to indicate the desk he was sitting at. “There is a chair up here behind me that is quite a sight more comfortable than the ones up there, lots of arm room, and no one single person looking at you. They’re all looking at me, so you’d be safe over there, or up in the stands with them. Which do you think you would prefer, where you are, or do you want to try this seat over here?”<br/>
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Adam was speaking to a blonde woman with black-rimmed glasses. Her straight hair fell down around her face like a wall, and she looked as though she wished she could hide behind it. She didn’t blink much, and at the question she started looking between Adam and the chair behind him. After a moment she tentatively lifted a finger to point at the chair behind Adam. Adam nodded and beckoned her down to join him. The girl picked up her bags, clutched her books to her chest, then shuffled down the steps in the auditorium. Adam gave her his hand to help her up the steps to the stage, then led her over to the desk. She sat down, then her eyes popped a little as she looked over the lesson plan spread over the desk. She looked up at him, then back down at the papers and nodded. She set her books and bag aside then put her hands on the desk to start moving things in a way that made sense to her, and looking over the papers and taking in the things she saw written on them. Adam spoke quietly to her, and kept his hands where she could see them, and the girl looked up at him as she pointed at one of the pieces of paper and asked him a question. Adam nodded, and the girl smiled, then straightened up in the chair and brought more of the papers over to look at. As she did that, Adam took the blazer jacket off and draped it over her shoulders, which she accepted distractedly, then he moved back to address the class.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: justify">Elizabeth and Kate glanced toward one another as they heard a loud lock echo through the auditorium. It caused several students to grow concerned. Their current lesson was different, they’d never been locked in a room, it wasn’t behaviour they knew how to react to. The girls seemed consumed in what he was saying; he’d apparently had a competition with two hundred students, which left Elizabeth in awe. Even though he seemed to be talking sense, Elizabeth wasn’t amused that he seemed so keen to be stern with them. They had enough of that from professors; Elizabeth was concerned that was only going to hinder their progress instead of promoting it. The moment he turned to her, using her name to address her, the female regretted writing on his cup. Sure, he may have been entitled to be so bold and firm with her as a coach, but that didn’t mean she had to like it; and she sure as hell didn’t. However, as he continued, it only served to anger the little brunette further. He took a cheap shot at her, and he knew it. Kate was in shock beside her friend once he’d finished his sassy remarks. <b>”That is one difficult man. And to think he looked so sweet,”</b> She murmured softly to Elizabeth, <b>”I think it only makes him hotter.”</b><br/>
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As he continued to give the rules of his classroom, Kate seemed to nit pick at whatever he said, to Elizabeth of course. She was trying to make her friend feel better, even if she was failing. It seemed as though the message from the coach was loud and clear. He wasn’t here to be kind or nice to them, he was here to share knowledge and that was it. Elizabeth began to doodle in her book, ignoring his words to some degree. She did, however, take note that apparently he found the urge to express how busy his life was. ”As if we need to know that,” She muttered softly to Kate, who seemed to be rather amused with his presentation so far. <b>”Human my ass,”</b> Kate chuckled as she leaned against her unimpressed friend. What had been a rather alluring morning had turned into a tedious day. Elizabeth just wished a large black hole would swallow her up until her next class. She’d embarrassed herself twice in front of him, and she wasn’t amused by how cocky he was. Hell, he’d even thrown in it her face.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: justify">To say Elizabeth was angry would be an understatement. The moment she heard Chrissy’s words she almost blew her top. Did they seriously care how it was locked? It could have been a fire hazard, let alone stirring up people’s fears, although she’d seemingly recovered from her crippling fear after having some attention; which she would’ve been more than happy to point out, but it seemed as though the pair were rather content defending one another. An oath escaped her lips as she eased back against Kate, who seemed to sympathise. <b>”Are you going to give him a lashing after class?”</b> Elizabeth took a moment to think about it, considering she should just tell them both to take a hike and storm out. However, Kate had made a good point, they needed this extra class. Although, it seemed far more work than she’d expected, mainly because of the irritations swarming around her.<br/>
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The friend was an athletic blonde, with short hair and a slender build. She had the kind of tone in her body that only came from regular sessions at the gym, and a sensual, devious glint in her eyes that told him she’d already shipped her friend with the coach. He let his glance edge just past cursory as he let the laughter die down, still wearing a shadow of the smirk that showed far more patience than humor at that point. Instead of addressing her, he addressed the class. “I was just asked a very personal question. Does anyone here oppose my giving a very personal answer?”<br/>
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He waited until each person in attendance had had enough time to feel responsible for not objecting when they had the chance, then let his gaze settle back on the blonde, ignoring Elizabeth entirely. “To answer the first question, I am unmarried and as of yet non-exclusive. To answer the second, that all depends on the terms of our engagement. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. For example,” Adam glanced over to Chrissy, who blushed, then nodded her head, then sat waiting as Adam approached her chair. “I mentioned earlier that there was a note on this desk for the person who ended up in this chair. In that note there were two conditions, and a safeword for that person’s use.” He was standing behind the chair again, with his hands resting on the shoulders of his coat, which was big on Chrissy shoulders. Chrissy had her head bowed, which set her hair to walling off her face again, but when his hands touched her shoulders she visibly relaxed. She took her glasses off, set them on the desk, then laid her hands on the arms of the chair, and fell deep into the moment. When Adam traced the back of his finger down the side of her neck she let out a small sigh, as though she felt the caress through her entire body. Adam turned his eyes back to Elizabeth’s friend, if not his full attention. “I typically do not give my girlfriends rules unless I feel for whatever reason that they are necessary. In your case, I’d say it’d be best that you do not ask questions you do not want the answers to.”<br/>
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<div style="text-align: justify">When their cocky teacher asked if the class minded a personal answer, both Elizabeth and Kate let their gazes scan over the class to see who objected or agreed. It was rather amusing.<b> “No surprise there,” </b>Kate murmured to Elizabeth as the man explained he was unmarried and nonexclusive. Elizabeth was hung up on the way he said <i>‘terms of our engagement’</i>, what was he talking about? As he continued, she found herself becoming outraged. They observed that there was something going on, and it seemed to be wrong for a law coaching class. As they continued to watch, Elizabeth was in complete fury. What the hell was he doing? Kate seemed amused, and a little surprised. “Did she just…” Elizabeth whispered to Kate, “In front of the whole class?” Elizabeth twitched a little, clearly unamused and rather insulted. <b>“The purpose of Sex?”</b> Kate glanced to her friend shrugging slightly. <b>“Isn’t it weird how he’s still watching you? While he’s…”</b> Elizabeth paused slightly, “Oh he’s going to get it.”<br/>
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“Well, I wouldn’t want to interrupt whatever inappropriate act you have going on with Chrissy there in front of the whole class.” The auburn woman murmured as she rose from her seat, not bothering to take her notes. This topic didn’t need notes. “First of all, sex should never be used as a… joke. It should never be <i>abused</i>. We already know hormones are released during sex, especially in women. I would argue that the purpose of sex is different from person to person. In my view, there are two valid reasons. One, release. A basic biological need for pleasure. Two, to enhance a relationship and bond. As humans, we need a variety of things to make us feel content, Maslow argued it was one of the most important things along with food and shelter. I see a lot of people, especially in college, abusing sex. In college it seems people don’t just use it for release every now and then or for emotion, it seems to be a way to pass time or just a drunken habit. I personally believe there should be meaning when there’s sex. Oh, and regarding this whole topic, with due respect, we’re here to learn. We’re not here to boost your dick ego.” With that, she sat down and crossed her legs.<br/>
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Kate was almost in awe. Finally, Elizabeth was getting sassy. <b>“Nice one, girl.”</b> She murmured softly. One of the guys behind them rose up, clearly a jock. “That’s a typical girl’s answer. There has to be love or feeling involved. Sex is pleasurable, you go and do whatever it is you do for pleasure, so why shouldn’t sex be one? Clearly, Elizabeth is rather frigid and most likely needs a good bang to get that rigid attitude to break. I’d offer myself, but I don’t do bitches.” The auburn-haired woman growled softly under her breath. Before she could stand, Kate rested her hand atop her shoulder and rose to speak. <b>“First of all, little dick over there doesn’t know the meaning of the word emotion. Elizabeth is making the point that there should be a use to sex. She did mention sating needs. I agree, and some of us have more… needs than others. I personally think sex is for fun to some degree. I think it’s also a way of getting to know yourself better. The more you know about what you want, what turns you on, the more you know about who you really are.” </b>With that, Kate sat down and leaned against Elizabeth.<br/>
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As the discussions continued, it appeared that Elizabeth was staring at her notepad. She wasn't making notes, she was simply scribbling and distracting herself. The young woman didn't want anything to do with this class; it seemed to focus on issues she'd rather not discuss rather than law, at least in her mind. She looked rather miserable, in fact. <b>"Liz, you okay?"</b> Kate whispered softly. The dark haired woman nodded slightly, "I'm just waiting for this to be over so we can go to a decent class." Kate snorted softly, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth for a short moment. <b>"Trust me... Once you've been there, it's much easier to talk about.</b> Elizabeth didn't care to indulge. There was no religious reason, but she'd been hurt twice, there was no way she was foolish enough to be trapped in that situation again. "It's not that, Kate. I'm just usually... you know. Better at this. At school. I prepare, I get good grades. Some I'm struggling with, but this? This is going to make my grades dive further." Kate offered a soft sigh and another squeeze. <b>"We'll get this. Then we'll be free of this place with high flying jobs in the city. Bars every weekend, hot guys. And nobody making a girl orgasm in front of 200 people."</b> Elizabeth laughed harder than she should've, causing the class to be somewhat disrupted. So far, she was having a rather crappy day.<br/>
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The tension in the room was thick, and all eyes turned to Elizabeth when Adam spoke her name. He could feel the heat of the blush on Chrissy’s cheek, as the fact of their setting settled back into her awareness. Behind his hands she was hidden, and true to his word, he’d kept all eyes off of her. He felt her nuzzling into his hands in gratitude for that, and he wanted to tell her she’d done well, and given him exactly what he needed, and touch her softly, either her face, or her shoulder, but he kept his hands in place. He felt her coo in contentment, seemingly in response to that desire, then lay her head to rest on the chair, and enjoyed the feel of his hands on her face. It was in the little things that he knew that’s what she was doing, and he didn’t question it. He just let her stay right where she was and enjoy the contact. She’d done plenty. He was fully aware her state would be changed for at least the next hour, and he wasn’t about to leave her side for anything.<br/>
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He shifted his focus back to the task at hand when he heard Elizabeth actually rise from her seat. How rigid, she actually stood up? But there she was, delivering a speech in pure idealistic fashion. It was well-structured, pointed, and the reasoning was sound, but that auditorium was silent as the grave, and her murmured comment had rung out just as clearly as her opus. Inappropriate, she’d said. Feisty as you please, but that was the word that had stood out to him. That was actually the crux of one of his arguments on the topic: the arbitrariness of propriety. Who decided what was appropriate? On what grounds?<br/>
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Still, he said nothing. Class had truly begun, he listened intently to her argument. Two ‘should’ statements. Statement of fact. Statement of position. Clarification of position. Localization of argument. Referencing outside sources. Point of fact in relation to audience and targeted to setting. Opposition stated in agreement with stated position. And then, because it was Elizabeth, and who could doubt it by now, a personal jab at his behavior. He watched her sit, and was pleased, and it could have been just that and done, but then she went and crossed her legs. That little detail amused him beyond speaking. So, little miss muffet had bitten down on a stone in her curds and whey. How interesting. Her friend was quick to congratulate her, and he was glad. She’d done well, and he intended to tell her so.<br/>
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Then a different jock stood up, and opened his big, fat mouth. Adam could see every female body in the room recoiling from the jock with each word that proceeded from his mouth, and some of the guys as well. The scowl on the jock’s face who had been learning to take notes was priceless. He wondered if they were on the same team. Then Kate stood up, and gave him the sort of tongue-lashing he’d probably needed for years. Perfectly bad debate form to engage in a comment about his genitals, regardless of actual size, but poetic justice was served. It was part of the dynamic of a class lead by a student that such comments could be spoken during the class hour, and while he couldn’t condone it, Adam knew the jock had deserved it. The blondes conclusion was far more powerful and profound than her opening, and he made note of it.<br/>
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A redhead who’d been sitting quietly as she watched the proceedings cleared her throat as though she were about to speak. The jock had been about to make some kind of come-back remark, but was cut off by the redhead. She paid no attention to the drama unfolding between the three in the front two rows; her eyes were locked on Adam. “In this situation, we are allowed to argue any point we please?”<br/>
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Adam flicked his gaze to her. “Yes, within caveats given for usefulness and within university guidelines.”<br/>
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Adam’s gaze flattened. “Probably not. It is possible, however, there is nothing specifically restricting it either, less ambiguous language that would not stand up to the rigors of concentrated argumentative assault. My purpose in doing so was to apply the level of pressure that I believe will exist in a true courtroom setting, and to make that precise point. Laws written with euphemistic or vague language often defeat themselves upon later interpretation, and the only legal documents that should be allowed such leeway, in my opinion, are ones on the level of the Constitution. Less than that the devil is in the details, and oftentimes so too is salvation.”<br/>
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“So, we could make this one big orgy, and you could argue us out of getting in trouble for it?” The redhead had a cunning gleam in her eyes.<br/>
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“Hold on,” said a baby-faced young man in the third row, “Orgy? Do you mean Chrissy just…” His eyes went wide and he covered his mouth in shock. Laughter rippled through the room, then went quiet as Chrissy stirred.<br/>
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Adam watched the reddening young man sink into his seat, then looked down at Chrissy, who was sitting up and going back to looking at the lesson plan. He waited, knowing everyone was watching in silent curiosity, and watched as she picked up his pen, flipped her note over, and started writing on the back of it. The first thing it said was, “I’m okay, teach your class,” in big letters that he could see from over her shoulder, then she started writing in smaller script under that. He nodded, then went back to the podium.<br/>
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“First of all,” he said, addressing them in his teaching voice once again, “I want to reiterate that prior to this conversation’s beginning, I stated that we would argue with precision and litigate the issue. To that end, Elizabeth, your argument was well-structured, well-stated, to the point, and winning in simplicity. You, in the second row. I will not speak to what you apparently call an argument. I just thought you might like to know that every single ‘bitch’ in this room heard what you said, and reacted like your words stank worse than week-old roadkill, peppered and sliced. Your freshmen year may turn out to be more ‘frigid’ than you previously imagined.” He turned to Elizabeth’s friend. “Your argument started with a personal attack. We all understand why. As your coach, please try to avoid doing that in the future. The rest of your argument was insightful and edging up on profound. Good job." He returned his attention to the class as a whole, "However, there is one argument I had in mind that has not been mentioned, and I would like you each to consider how you would respond to it. Suppose you are in court, arguing for your client, who is trying to get away from an abusive spouse. The spouse and their lawyer are arguing that the purpose of sex is procreation, and the same for marriage, and that consent was implied by marriage.”<br/>
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Adam waited for a moment, then looked up to the redhead in the back. “Will you argue for the abusive defendant?”<br/>
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Elizabeth and Kate continued to watch the circus in front of them. While Kate was amused, Elizabeth was outraged. It shouldn’t be in a classroom. She didn’t know what motives her teacher had, but they were clearly unreasonable. Despite her doodling, she couldn’t help but notice the redhead pipe up, which coaxed a snort from Kate. “I bet that one wants him too,” She muttered, “Half of these girls are just wet for him.” Clearly, she was trying to make Elizabeth feel better by ragging on the teacher. Elizabeth didn’t find it useful, but it was amusing. “An orgy, really?” Kate shook her head slightly, “Liz, I’m with you. This is messed up.” Elizabeth nodded, stifling a sigh as she gazed toward the front of the class. “Seems like someone is just clocking on.” It was amusing to see other’s reactions to Chrissy; however, Elizabeth was rather done with class. All she wanted to do was escape.<br/>
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The auburn-haired female was actually looking forward to going to bed that night, at least the day would be over. When she heard her name, the female gazed up to notice she was being praised for her words. Even though it helped, she didn’t feel any easier in class. Their coach’s assessment of Kate’s argument was rather amusing, and true. Kate didn’t often have filters, but she did have some wise words. As the girls were focusing on what was beginning to take place, it seemed that Kate had earned the attention of their coach. As he requested her name, the blonde gave a nod. "Kate, Kate Matthews." Elizabeth began to think this whole topic was meant to unsettle them. It had been a rather interesting class for some, agonizing for others. It seemed that it had affected each and every class member, maybe that was really the point. Either way, she wasn't impressed. All she could do was look inward, knowing she had a lack of experience in the field to some degree. It pointed out a flaw she had in understanding, which wasn't something she wanted to focus on, why would she? Elizabeth made a mental note, if she could survive this class, she could certainly find a way of passing the year. Nothing could be as hard as dealing with personal issues in such a way.<br/>
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Kate leaned in to her friend, "That redhead was in my Econ class last year. Cut-throat bitch if you ask me. I wonder who is going to have to face her." The blonde shook her head slightly, "I knew I had seen her before. No wonder nobody seems to be putting up a fight with this topic, we have a bunch of psychopaths in this class." Kate had a point, Elizabeth wondered how true her statement was. She wouldn't be surprised if their coach was exposed as a lunatic, an unorthodox nutter who seemed to enjoy the discomfort of others. Control, control seemed to be something he swayed toward. Chrissy, for example. He had been caring, but everything had happened under his hand, so to speak. Even with the class, he had made his rules clear. Maybe it was due to him being a coach and not a true teacher of theirs, but either way it was rather interesting. Elizabeth wondered just how far it went; how far could she push him? If there was any reason to stay in the class, that was it. To see him rattled, if that was possible.<br/>
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Elizabeth knew she should've been preparing her argument, but her mind was elsewhere. Somewhat trying to reveal the mystery behind her strange class, as well as dreaming of the very end of this lesson when she'd be walking out and preparing to deal with another two hour session before she could finally return home and grab a glass of wine and a long bath. There was no way she would ever defend an abusive partner, male or female. Oh, she knew people would say it's part of the job, but not for her. That wasn't why she sought out a career in law. She intended to defend the innocent, prosecute the guilty. Of course, a case never seemed to be truly black or white. All she knew for certain was that she would never proceed to help a person who had caused harm and just wanted a get out of jail free card. No matter how much money she was offered, that would never be an option.<br/>
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Thankfully, it didn't seem like there was too much time left in this class, which gave Elizabeth some relief. Her mind was already resonating with the idea of having her evening free. "Sir, you didn't answer the question yourself." One student piped up, causing both Kate and Elizabeth to curse softly. It seemed that the majority of the class were listening, waiting for their coach to explain what sex meant to him. Elizabeth could only imagine what he was going to say, after all, he liked to give rules to his girlfriends. How could sex mean anything to him other than self-gratification? Kate was also clearly interested, as she leaned forward in her seat and observed the man before them. For the first time, Elizabeth began to take notes. They weren't on the class, no, they were on the coach.<br/>
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“Thank you, Kate. And well done.” Adam’s eyes flitted to the redhead, who was taking the first step up the stage at that moment. “And what is yours?”<br/>
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“Philosophical questions have no right or wrong answer. Context is everything. When the context is evil, such as rape or abuse, what I am about to say does not apply. In the context of consenting adults, acting outside their basic evolutionary drives, sex can be used as a means of expressing one’s deepest heart to another person, or people. The physical, emotional, and psychological changes that can occur during sex are both shocking and profound. A person can become free to express their truest selves, in the context of another person, and by doing so create meaning for both of them. I believe individual particles are meaningless. One person alone is meaningless. One object alone is purposeless. It is in relationships that purpose exists, and that meaning has actual meaning. To put it simply, a hammer means nothing without a nail. To put it bluntly, I mean nothing without each and every one of you. That is not to say that I am the hammer or any such analogy, other than the relationship between coach and learner. A person is never just one thing. They are defined by each of their relationships.”<br/>
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“So when it comes to sex, the purpose is defined by the relationship between the participants. When I am a participant, the purpose is all-consuming, and intense. It is different each time, and with each person, and in those moments, we see each other as we truly are to one another.” Adam lifted his eyes to look at the woman who so brazenly joked that he liked to make rules for his girlfriends. “So yes, sometimes we make verbal agreements with one another, and establish boundaries.” He lifted a hand to indicate Chrissy, and bowed his head deferentially, “And yes, sometimes it is for a greater purpose than the immediate action entails.” His eyes landed on the jock in the second row. “And yeah, sometimes I just need a good, hard fuck to blow off some steam.” He looked to Jacqueline and quirked his mouth into a lopsided grin. “And fuck if being a kinky bastard isn’t the greatest, damned thing with the right group of friends.” Then he turned his gaze to rest on Elizabeth again. “But no. It’s never a joke. It’s never a ploy. It's serious, and it has meaning. There are real feelings involved, and consequences for acting on them, or not. Sex is the single most volatile activity that we can participate in, and it happens every single day. That is why we are having this conversation. Because when it goes wrong, when someone is beaten, or cheated on, or stolen from, or abused, or betrayed, someone has to be there who knows what can be done to set things right, and what things can never be set right again, and how to deal with the aftermath. We are one step in that process, as participants in the justice system, whichever part you may end up in. So by whatever god you believe in, make sure you get it right, because so many times you will only have one shot, and you’re going to have to make it count.”<br/>
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Elizabeth was rather confused by her teacher’s answer. She had a feeling he’d have a detailed and rather well-planned answer, which it was. However, she didn’t expect him to personally regard sex as something special or meaningful; that was simply because he seemed so casual. Elizabeth did wonder if he was genuine, it sounded as if he was. Could she really trust that though? Kate seemed to believe him, and seemed interested enough to be on the edge of her seat like many other students. It seemed that the class was rather intrigued about what he thought. That alone made Elizabeth want to prove him to be liar, why? She wasn’t sure. She just felt like his personal comments about her deserved some revenge. Even if he had complimented her for a job well done, she hadn’t forgotten his attitude toward her when they’d first arrived.<br/>
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The moment he mentioned a <i>‘good hard fuck’</i> most of the girls in the lesson seemed to almost slide out of their chairs. And of course, the smug redhead couldn’t get enough of the way he grinned at her. It was clear that Kate and Elizabeth would be taking a bet on how long it’d take her to fuck Adam, since she was so keen. Thankfully, it was time for them to prepare their arguments although it seemed like most of the girls would be thinking about something entirely different. Kate was already starting to form a solid case; she felt passionately about marriage and female rights. It seemed that it was catering to Kate’s forte, which Elizabeth was rather enjoying. To see Kate so pumped up, well, it was inspiring.<br/>
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It seemed that Adam had noticed how keen Kate was, as she was picked to take on the redhead. Elizabeth almost wish she could spark up a cigarette as she watched Kate ease down toward the front of class. The female looked prepared, determination written over her beautiful features. It didn’t take long for Kate to get into the mindset as the starting arguments began. Kate landed a few points, they weren’t as well presented as Jacqueline’s, but they were far stronger in motive and passion. It came through rather well. Elizabeth was rooting for her friend, but she remained silent. As the argument began to get heated, Kate surprisingly kept her cool. Elizabeth knew her friend was a good lawyer, she was passionate but remained on target. Elizabeth couldn’t have been prouder as Kate clearly was in the lead.<br/>
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It didn’t take all that long for Kate to be granted what she’d been seeking; divorce. Elizabeth took the moment to let out a sharp whistle, which made the blonde chuckle. With that being over, it seemed the lesson was being wrapped up. Elizabeth was looking forward to her next, short class. Then she’d be free to do as she pleased for the evening. A soft sigh of relief escaped her as everyone began to pack up, preparing to get home or to their next class. Elizabeth, however, wasn’t as quick as everyone else to leave. The group of students trailed out, their conversations wild and untamed, almost as much as their lesson had been. With a rather warm smile, Kate departed, leaving Elizabeth to do whatever she had to. There seemed to be a silent understanding between them. Even though the lesson had ended well, Elizabeth wasn’t sure that this was the coaching class for her.<br/>
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Once she was certain the class had all cleared out, Elizabeth grabbed her things and swung her bag around her shoulder before she made her way to the front of the classroom. “Adam,” She began, making her way to his desk with her arms crossed along her chest. “I have a serious question. I know the topics will be determined by our actual class, but what do you intend to cover? I assume you know some trouble topics we may have. I’m asking because I don’t feel like this lesson was… All that helpful. Sure, the arguments were insightful, and the mock case. However, I can’t spare time to sessions that seem to focus on sex, especially when the teacher feels the need to boast.” Her gaze focused on him, wondering if she was pushing his buttons. “I just don’t think I can learn much from you. No offense, of course. But if all of your classes are going to be unorthodox and… well, kinky, including making a girl orgasm in front of class… It will be entertaining but not educational.”<br/>
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He hadn’t planned on that little speech being so personal. Once he’d opened his mouth the words started flowing and didn’t stop until they were through. He’d started out calm and collected, but by the end he was having flashbacks of all the stories he’d heard and friends who’d been in a bad place, and he wanted to do them justice. The class’s response was mixed. Some people looked inspired, some people looked annoyed, some people looked like they wanted him to drag them away right that instant. But no one was unaffected, and that had been the point, right? For a moment he wasn’t even sure what he was doing. It wouldn’t take much. One complaint from one of those annoyed faces to the right person with the right words, and he could be finished. He’d taken a terrible risk, and he wondered if it had been worth it. He’d find out soon enough. Either he’d be sacked, or people would respond, and work harder than they would have otherwise. He decided he could only do what he could do, and the rest of it was out of his control now, so he focused on the rest of the class period.<br/>
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For the mock case, he played judge. Chrissy played the battered wife, and the jock who was learning to take notes, Mark, played the abusive husband. He remained silent and listened to the arguments, noting their merits and detriments, but ultimately decided in favor of the prosecution. If it were a real scenario, the defendant would be open to follow-up charges for rape and assault, but that case would be finished. Kate argued brilliantly. It was clear to him that the issue did in fact strike a nerve for at least her, and she fought with a radiant zeal for that imaginary battered wife. Jacqueline knew she was fighting a losing battle, but she fought hard, and made her opponent work for it. At the end he saw Jacqueline acknowledge her opponent, and promise it wouldn’t be so easy next time. So far so good. He dismissed the class before giving his closing remarks because the time was running out just as the argument was concluded, and decided he would open with them next class period. Assuming there was one. Playing the two hours back in his head he didn’t think there would be an issue, but there was always a chance.<br/>
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While the students poured out of the classroom, Adam picked up the note Chrissy had left. She’d written that she’d enjoyed the experience, and was grateful for what he’d done, and that she expected to take her place among the rest of the students for the upcoming weeks. He was glad. She also wrote that she’d noticed where his attention had gone in the moments that mattered, and that she was cheering for him. He got the impression that she wouldn’t have minded some more attention, but didn’t expect it, and for the time being that suited him. He still planned to keep an eye on her progress, and make sure she didn’t have any extra roadblocks because of him.<br/>
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Just then Elizabeth was approaching his desk, and he noticed there wasn’t a soul left in the auditorium other than the two of them. He gave her his full attention as she spoke, and nodded along with her words. “I understand. Unorthodox is probably one of the kinder words that could be used to describe the display I put on today, but I hope the point of it was clear by the end. I’m afraid of the many ways it could be taken wrong, and some of them rightfully so. Proceeding from today, the class will be structured around surveys sent out to the class participants to gather information on what would be most helpful for the group, and I will tailor the first hour to serving those needs. The second hour will be dedicated to mock trials or similar activities, where people will have the opportunity to cut their argumentative teeth. Sex is a common issue, and I thought it best to cover it on the first day, particularly because everyone that attended the entirety of the first day of class will have an A at the end of the semester. Your friend Kate made a splendid showing for herself, and possibly even made a friend she wouldn’t have otherwise. You may rest assured that while the following topics may be just as controversial, they will not include any… demonstrations.”<br/>
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Adam cycled a breath as he remembered what he’d said about an apology at the end of class. “I did notice that you were having one of the more challenging sets of emotions today out of the rest of your peers, and I do apologize for making that worse on you. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I offer for your consideration that while you were struggling, you also showed a great deal of grace under what looked like enormous pressure. There will be people you encounter who will behave much worse than I did today, and they will be malicious towards you as they do so. I was not. Class time is over now, so speaking as a fellow student, I’m glad you were here today. I hope you are not too put off from how you were feeling this morning.” If it had been any other student he might have excused himself in that moment, but it wasn’t. It was Elizabeth, so he made time.<br/>
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Elizabeth hadn’t expected Adam to understand her concerns, at least, not in the way he was. A soft sigh escaped her. “Well, you do realise that after today, most female students will want to be in Chrissy’s position, so you should prepare for several more discussions on sex.” What struck her was that he mentioned everyone who attended the first lesson would receive an A. She wondered if he could do that, and why? Maybe it was because they seemed to handle the odd lesson, either way, she was rather delighted with that news. Maybe her degree wouldn’t be down the drain, yet. The moment Kate’s name popped up, the auburn-haired female couldn’t resist a warm smile. “Kate is wise beyond her years. She has had a rough start, as you can see, she’s rather talented. She’s doing well in class.” Elizabeth was almost envious of how easily her friend took to the classes.<br/>
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There was a relief in knowing he wouldn’t be doing more demonstrations, part of her was still curious how he’d managed… well, to make her climax with such little… interaction. Adam’s apology drew her attention back to the conversation. “I know they’ll be worse than you,” Her voice was almost quiet as she observed him. “Thank you, I guess.” Elizabeth was about to take her leave when she heard something rather enticing. “This morning?” She paused, then a warm blush filled her cheeks despite trying to direct her tone into something more serious. “Well, Kate encouraged me really. That was before I knew you were our coach so… I uh..” Once again, she’d been fidgeting and a book fell from her arms on the to floor. An oath escaped her lips as she dipped down, bending at the hip as she scooped it up. It was clear that she was flustered. “I would say I’d rather hit you with my book than have you call me but I think you’d like that.” With a rather red face, the female trotted to the exit with haste. “See you tomorrow.” She called out, clarifying that she’d be in his next class.<br/>
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Throughout her next lesson, Elizabeth couldn’t help but think about Adam and what he’d managed to get Chrissy to do. How? It was all she could think about. Not to mention, the way he shielded her with his hands, how he seemed to take care of her. What was his deal? It was almost irritating her that she couldn’t figure it would. Her attention being torn between Adam and the lesson was difficult, it meant she couldn’t take as many notes or focus on the topics being presented. Thankfully, she had later lessons tomorrow and would be working in a few hours, that meant she could at least study in the morning when she eventually woke. Elizabeth worked most days of the week. Sometimes she’d take some time off to catch up schoolwork, but most of the time she was juggling work, school and a rather poorly cared for social life.<br/>
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Once she’d finally wrapped up the day, Elizabeth was on her way to her car. When she got there, she cursed rather loudly. She’d locked her keys inside. “Not again,” the female sighed softly as she dropped her books down onto the hood of the car as she tried to decide a way forward. Sure, she could break a window but then she’d have to get it repaired. It’s what she’d done every other time, and it was rather frustrating. Personally, she blamed Adam and his display in class. That had plagued every part of her mind.<br/>
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Adam smiled at her warning, and thought about the note that Chrissy had left that was still sitting on the desk in front of him. Would they? Maybe they would. He’d been too worried about the potential trouble to have even considered that angle. He smiled. “I suppose I’ll just have to deal with them as they come up.” He noticed her delight light up her face as he said the coaching class was an automatic A, and he was glad. He legitimately wanted the students to get as much from the class as they could, and didn’t want anyone worrying about their GPA while they were there. More than that, he didn’t want anyone there who didn’t want to be there. Part of the purpose of making the first day interesting was to spark that interest, but he still expected attendance to plummet after he told them it wasn’t required. He nodded along with Elizabeth’s words about Kate. “She did very well today, I was impressed. If she had made one slip Jacqueline could have had her, but she didn’t, and she won. I’m glad to hear school is going well for her.”<br/>
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He noticed the distraction that glazed over her eyes and wondered what it was, but the apology brought her back. Then that blush was back, and he was pleased. He was about to comment that she shouldn’t worry about it when, of all things, she dropped her books again. It was one of the mightiest efforts in his life that he didn’t burst out laughing, and he managed to keep a mostly straight face as she picked up her things. He thought she’d have to keep a grip on her books before she could hit anyone with them, but he kept that little comment to himself. He did not manage, however, to avoid watching as she bent over in front of him. Rather than rudely stare at her cleavage though, he noticed how easily she bent at the waist, and the smooth movement of her spine, at complete odds with the clumsiness of her hands. Where Kate was athletic and fit, Elizabeth was soft and moved with liquid grace. He smiled at her comment, thinking she must have been so flustered that she forgot class met once a week.<br/>
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Once she was gone, he was in the empty auditorium once more. He took a breath, and let it out, and almost thought he could hear the sound of it echo through the halls. Then he began packing up his paperwork. The next thing on his schedule was a group meeting in the library for a class project, and he would be a little later than he’d warned them he might be. They all knew he was teaching the coaching class, and he expected he’d have to make a few comments to keep the group discussion on track. The grade came first for him.<br/>
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Later that night he left the library and was headed to his car when he saw a familiar mane of auburn hair. She looked frustrated and forestalled, and was slamming her books on the hood of what he took to be her car. He didn’t need to intervene but he knew if he didn’t he’d be kicking himself for it for the rest of the night. He changed course and tried to approach from an angle that wouldn’t startle her. “Elizabeth? Is something wrong with your car?”<br/>
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The auburn-haired female was close to kicking her car when she heard a familiar voice echo through the dark car park. Thankfully, he didn’t just pop up in her line of sight, she had time to anticipate him. The female offered a rather defeated smile, “I locked my keys in there. It happens to me too often.” She sighed softly, “I was considering breaking the window or just grabbing a bus back home. It’s nothing serious.” A soft, tired sigh escaped her lips. “It’s just another thing on my to-do list, you know?” The female gathered up her books into her arms. Of all people she had to bump into, it was him, of course. The student had embarrassed herself every time she’d seen him that day; she was starting to think he was what made her so nervous and on edge. Why though? Sure, he was attractive, but it wasn’t as if it really mattered what he thought of her.<br/>
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“I’m going to be late for work, I’ll talk to you later.” The woman offered a light wave before she set off toward the bus stop. Fortunately, a bus just pulled in which made her break off into a run. Thankfully, she didn’t drop her books this time. Elizabeth hadn’t even thought of the comment she made, but it’d been clear that she’d stated work; all Adam knew was that she worked in a coffee shop that would be closed at that time. Her other job was kind of liberating, and disgusting at the same time. Older, perverted men would watch her and pay her just to stare at her strip and dance. As much as she disliked it, the money supported her rather well. Quitting wasn’t an option. Thankfully, their security was rather good, so she never truly worried about her safety. It just wasn’t comfortable.<br/>
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Later that night she made it into the club just on time to dress and get on stage. It was the same as every other night, she danced to the music, swung around on the pole, and collected a sizeable amount of tips. The female’s petite frame was athletic to a degree, but she was built more in an hourglass shape with several toned areas. When she’d been small, she’d picked up gymnastics, which helped her a good deal in her current job. Some of the pros made pole dancing look incredibly easy, but in reality, it was tiring and rather hard work, especially when she did it for hours on end. At the very end of the night, or early morning, the female finally ventured back home. Still, Adam was on her mind. All she wanted was some peace.<br/>
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Friday’s were a busy day for Elizabeth. She didn’t have class, so she worked during the day at the coffee shop and then worked in the evening at the club. How she managed to pass in classes, she wasn’t sure. She’d been so used to working that she genuinely didn’t mind the hours, she was far more focused on securing her future and paying for her schooling. Slowly, she slipped out of bed and began to dress. It didn’t take her long to shower and prepare for work. The petite woman clocked in and began her rather hectic shift. Morning rush and afternoon lunch were the most active times; but in the spare time she had she could study. It wasn’t a total loss.<br/>
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“Please tell me you’re coming out with us tonight?” A familiar, energetic female voice beamed. “Sorry Kate, work and studying, that’s a Friday for me.” The blonde grabbed her apron and frowned as she began to take some orders. Elizabeth was already serving customers who had been waiting some time. “Take a night off from studying, it’s going to be fun.” Elizabeth chuckled softly, “Kate, some of us have to focus to do well.” The blonde snickered slightly. “Fine, Tuesday night we’re doing a double date. I’m sorting it out, but you’re coming.” Reluctantly, Elizabeth agreed to get the woman off of her back. Thankfully, she’d be off the clock soon.<br/>
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As the lunch rush began, Kate and Elizabeth were getting slightly overwhelmed, but they managed to prepare all the orders in reasonable time. A soft sigh escaped Elizabeth as she began to make a coffee for herself. As she finally took a bit of a break and sat to drink her coffee, she noticed Adam walking in. A soft oath left her lips as she rose to her feet, glancing to Kate, who was watching her with a snicker. “You look good, besides, he’s not our coach in this moment, relax.” Elizabeth knew she was being honest, but she still felt on edge.<br/>
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Adam grimaced when she explained her situation; he’d done that a couple times as well, and sometimes at the damnedest moments. He was about to offer help when she declared herself late for work and rushed off. He was watching to see if she dropped her books again as he wondered how many jobs she had. She made it onto the bus, so he shrugged, took one last look at her locked car, then returned to moving toward his own. On an impulse he reached into his pocket to pull out his keys far earlier than he would have otherwise, then laughed in spite of himself when he found them.<br/>
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He got into his car, then drove to the diner where his bdsm munch group was meeting up.<br/>
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The diner was relatively small, but comfortable, and they had the party room reserved. As he walked in his friends greeted him, and he sat down at a table full of people of all shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicities, and walks of life. It was fair to say that he was one of the more ‘privileged’ at the table, but that never came between them having a good time together. When Adam took a seat a brunette with dyed blonde hair and wearing a knit blouse and a billowy skirt came and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for the other night, Adam.” A round of catcalls sounded from the table around him, and the woman looked highly pleased with herself. When Adam turned to face her she got a devious glint in her eye and sat right down in his lap.<br/>
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“You’re welcome, Natasha,” Adam said, moving his arms to accommodate her.<br/>
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Lamonte, a black man in his fifties, grinned at the two of them. “I take it you two had a good time,” he said, grinning like he wanted details.<br/>
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Adam returned the grin. “In fact, I’m having a good time presently as well.”<br/>
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Lamonte shook with silent laughter, then nodded to Adam and raised his glass. “To good times.”<br/>
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Adam nodded, repeated the toast, then tilted his head to look at Natasha, who’d decided that was an excellent moment to give him another kiss on the cheek.<br/>
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She just grinned at him and nuzzled her cheek into his collarbone.<br/>
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Dinner proceeded normally, for them at least, from there, then the discussion turned to their friday night activities.<br/>
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“Or,” Trishelle drew out the word, “We could go to a strip club and pay dancers to smush their assets in our faces.”<br/>
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A round of cheers went up at that suggestion, and Adam laughed. “That works a whole lot better for you than it does for us guys.”<br/>
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Natasha, still in his lap, smirked again. “That’s because you like it so much.”<br/>
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Adam just grinned, and kept his mouth shut.<br/>
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“Stripclub it is, then!” Darryl said, looking excited. “Which one shall we go to?”<br/>
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As the conversation revolved around that question, Adam explored Natasha’s leg and bum where he wondered if there were still marks. When Natasha gasped with particular sharpness, Adam almost held back the grin.<br/>
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Natasha turned her head to look up at him, eyes dilated and hooded.<br/>
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Adam kissed her forehead and continued touching her as he listened to the conversation. Once it was decided where they would be meeting up the next night, Adam excused himself saying he had to be up early in the morning. The group bid him farewell, and Lamonte paid special attention to how Natasha left with him.<br/>
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As soon as they were out of sight, Natasha shoved him up against a wall and initiated a kiss. Adam put his hands on her ass and squeezed through her skirt as he returned the kiss, and chuckled when she moved her lips to his neck. A waitress came out of the door they were standing next to, noticed them, then smiled and winked as she passed.<br/>
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“Natasha,” Adam said, keeping his voice low.<br/>
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Natasha set her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavy. “Yeah, I know. You really do need to be up early tomorrow.”<br/>
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“Also, there’s a girl.”<br/>
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Natasha looked up at him, surprised. “Oh! How far along are you?”<br/>
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Adam smiled. “Uh, well, one day. I met her before the coaching class, and then turns out she’s in it.”<br/>
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Natasha snorted. “So I guess she was the one you picked for your little demonstration, then.”<br/>
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“Actually no,” Adam said. “But even then I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.”<br/>
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Natasha purred against his chest. “How did that go with the little one you were touching?”<br/>
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“Pretty well, actually. I think she’s in my corner on this one.”<br/>
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Natasha nodded. “Good,” she said. “So am I.”<br/>
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Adam grinned. “Not yet, you’re not. Naughty girl.”<br/>
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Natasha smirked and wiggled her chest against his. “Mhmm…”<br/>
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At that moment the waitress was coming back, and slapped Natasha on the ass as she passed. “As much as I’m enjoying it, the manager wouldn’t.” Then she went for the door back into the kitchen.<br/>
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Adam acted quickly. “You working tomorrow night?”<br/>
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The waitress stopped to look back at him. “No, why?”<br/>
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Adam grinned down at Natasha. “How about you tell her?”<br/>
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Natasha nodded, eyes twinkling.<br/>
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Adam flashed the curious waitress a smile, then left the diner.<br/>
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The next day, Adam rose early again, and prepared for his lunch with Judge Bason. He’d sent a text to confirm the night before, and saw the confirmation text that morning, with a time and place. In his first class that morning he gave the group presentation he’d worked on the night before. It went well, and he was feeling good as he walked to the meeting place.<br/>
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Judge Bason was a stout man of average height and a little above average weight with a bare pate and a ring of well-groomed grey hair around the sides of his head. He was dressed in a grey business suit but he’d taken off the tie and unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt.<br/>
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Adam waved as he approached, and returned the judge’s smile as they shook hands. “Judge Bason, good to see you!”<br/>
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The judge laughed. “I’m sure you’ve got better prospects for lunch dates, Adam. Please, call me George.”<br/>
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Adam gave an embarrassed smile, “I’ll try… George.”<br/>
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Judge Bason clapped him on the back, and laughed. “Thank you, I know it’s strange. I was once where you are though, and I’d hate to stand on ceremony. Now, about our lunch. I’m actually rather out of the habit and was wondering if you knew any good coffee shops nearby.”<br/>
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Adam grinned. “I do, actually. I just found a charming place just yesterday.”<br/>
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The judge lifted an eyebrow. “Is it the place that’s so charming, Adam?”<br/>
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Adam tried to tamp his amusement, but failed miserably. “Well, I do rather enjoy the… scenery.”<br/>
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“Aha,” the judge said. “Well, it’s settled then. Let’s go see this coffee shop of yours. How is the coaching class going?”<br/>
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Adam laughed. “Actually, funny story about that…”<br/>
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Adam pushed the door open and held it for the judge. “So there I was, standing there with cake mix all down my front with oil in one hand and a measuring cup in the other and not a cupcake in sight and she looks at me and says, ‘You’d best skip the flowers, I wouldn’t want to end up wearing them.’”<br/>
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Judge Bason laughed as he came through the door, setting his hand on it to hold it for the next person. Once they were through, he followed Adam to stand in line. “So this is the place you were telling me about, eh? Love the decor. I think perhaps I shall indulge in a latte.”<br/>
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Adam smiled, then turned his head to see Elizabeth behind the counter. He winked, then shifted his gaze to the menu. “I’m thinking something with chocolate.”<br/>
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Elizabeth put her coffee down as she prepared to deal with Adam, it seemed that Kate was all for having her friend serve him, given her feelings. As he approached with a rather well dressed man who seemed important, the woman could've sworn she saw him wink at her. Thankfully, she wasn't holding anything she could drop at the time. "There's quite a few things on the list with chocolate." The auburn-haired woman piped up. "We have standard Mochas, there's also a white chocolate mocha. Hot chocolate, of course. We also have a mocha mexicano. Or I could just half a mocha with another coffee you'd prefer." The female gazed toward the pair, waiting for them to order. She kept a smile on her features, looking polite and welcoming as she usually was. As the judge ordered a latte, Elizabeth swiftly started making one. Her gaze drifted to Adam, "Know what you want yet?" If only she could ask that in another sense. Since the day before, she'd been weary of her crush.<br/>
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Kate was all too happy serving the rest of the customers as Elizabeth finished off their order. "Enjoy," She offered a warm smile to the Judge and Adam before turning to another customer. It seemed like a few guys from their class were there, Kate was already serving one, who seemed to be all too keen to flirt. "Elizabeth, right?" A tall, dark haired boy leaned in over the register, a winning smile over his defined features. "I'll have a cappuccino, to go. Oh, there's a party at our place tomorrow night, want to come? Free booze, dancing all night, I'm sure you'll have a good time. After all, we need to make a solid bunch of friends for our new year, right?" Elizabeth wasn't too keen on any parties; she had a busy enough life let alone going to parties filled with drunken college kids. Although, she did deserve a little fun. "Fine, I'll come, if Kate comes." The male offered a rather amused grin as he took his coffee and handed over a note. "Great. Keep the change, see you tomorrow."<br/>
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Once the rush had slowed down, Kate and Elizabeth managed to get themselves a drink and a sandwich. Thankfully, it was soon time to clock out. Elizabeth wasn't looking forward to work in the evening, but soon it'd be over and it would be another day. Elizabeth hung up her apron on the small hooks behind the counter, then she grabbed her handbag and was about to leave. Before she left, she turned and gazed toward Adam. A slight smile graced her lips, barely visible. Soon enough, she made her way from the coffee shop and toward her apartment. Kate was still wrapping up, but no doubt she'd be going to hang out with friends after work. All Elizabeth could think of was what she'd be wearing for that night. Each night she wore a different cheap outfit for pure male amusement. Or female, she didn't mind either gender, as long as she got tips. Thankfully, the outfits she had were cheap and easy to replace. Sometimes she wore themed outfits, sometimes it was just plain lingerie.<br/>
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During her few spare hours, Elizabeth worked on some assessments and organised her work to do for the next few days. Having that organisation made her feel comfortable and content. When she was finally done, it was time to go to work. After a warm, long shower, the female tugged on one of her belted outfits. There were several belts across the bra and underwear pieces, along with several straps that slipped around her thighs. The bra was connected to a choker, fitted with studs and small chains. It looked rather kinky for her taste, but men seemed to react well to the outfit. Considering her situation, it would've been reasonable to assume she would never strip or dance for cash, at least until she had more experience. However, her job certainly gave her confidence in her body and in herself. Sure, they were staring and tipping her for one reason, but what that didn't mean it was any less of a compliment. The outfit was black, coupled with a pair of black stiletto strap heels. The straps circled around her ankles, eventually tying in bows that faced outward.<br/>
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The female pulled on a long trench coat and made her way out. It didn't take long for her to get to work, but she still wanted to leave with enough time to set up. Sometimes she dressed at work, but the changing rooms weren't some place she'd ever want to sit down. As she arrived at the club it was nine pm, enough time for her to have a drink and relax a little. Her auburn strands were curled into loose, bouncy rings that were partially pinned back, giving a good view of her pristine face, which was covered in make up. It wasn't too heavy, but it was enough to give her a striking appearance in the dim lighting. The club was as busy as usual, older men were seated watching the early dancers, knocking back expensive liquor and daring to try and smoke cigars. Envy was known for the lavish drinks and optional smoking areas, despite it not being entirely legal.<br/>
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With a tired sigh, Elizabeth entered the staff room and hung up her handbag in a locker. "Liz, how're you doing?" One of the women piped up. She was blonde, dressed in a pink bikini type outfit; it barely covered her. Cinnamon was her stage name, it was rather odd but she was a lovely woman. Most of her colleagues were nice, just down on their luck. "You know, the usual grind." Liz offered a smile as she made her way out. "Take care, have a good night!" The only time the girls got to speak was when they were done dancing or before, never during. They had to be open for customers the entire time they were working.<br/>
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For that night, Elizabeth was working the main stage. It was always daunting, but she took it in her stride. Work was the only place she could truly let go and embrace the side of her that she never really got to show. It was clear her persona was different as she stepped up onto the stage. The deliberate sway of her hips, the delicate and precise movements. Everything was planned and executed with precision, unlike her usual clumsy self. The music wasn't ideal, but it gave her a base to work with. Her movements fit with the beat, and soon enough she took hold of the pole before her with her right hand, raising her body up to wrap around the pole before she started her usual routine of bending and twisting around the secure metal.<br/>
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After some time of dancing around the pole, Elizabeth slowly lowered herself down and began to make her way from the stage to the floor. Thankfully, one of the waiters noticed and handed her some water as he was passing, which earned him a thankful smile. The young woman could already see several men watching her, maybe waiting for her to get back up or hoping to grab her for a personal dance. Either way, she was happy for them to wait. The petite woman slowly started to make her way back to the stage when a woman approached her, the blonde was rather beautiful. It did make her wonder why she was approaching her, as opposed to an older man which was her usual client. "I'd like to make you an offer, my friend over there has been eyeing you up. I'd like to give him a gift. Would you give him a private dance?" Elizabeth offered a polite smile, "Well, sure. You know the rates?" The blonde nodded, handing over a rather astonishing amount of cash. With that, Elizabeth gazed over the female's shoulder, freezing when she saw Adam. She'd never seen him there before, she just hoped he wasn't who the blonde meant. "That guy?" Elizabeth murmured, nodding to Adam. The blonde nodded, a warm smile on her lips. Elizabeth could've cursed.<br/>
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The young woman swore softly as she made her way to grab a VIP room key, then returned to approach Adam, who seemed to be with a group. "Your blonde friend over there paid for a private dance," Her voice wasn't as soft as it usually was, but it was still somewhat tender. Unlike with her other clients, the female leaned forward and took his hand. Her delicate digits curled around his larger hand as she gave him a gentle tug and led him from the ground floor toward the sleek wooden stairs. "Don't say a word." Elizabeth murmured, having a sense of embarrassment about her job for the first time. Adam was handsome, strange, and her coach. It was inappropriate at best. Once she found the room, she unlocked it and allowed him inside, following after and closing the door. Clearly, she was blushing, but thankfully the dimly lit room made it hard to see. The room was rather lavish, there was an amazing view of the city beneath.<br/>
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"Your friend pretty much paid for the whole evening of whatever you want, so take a seat." Elizabeth was clearly uncomfortable, her unbreakable demeanor had shifted to rather nervous and apprehensive. It wasn't just fear, it was arousal. Someone she felt she had a crush on, that she knew she shouldn't, and she was being paid to dance for him. It was such a coincidence, one she wasn't entirely disappointed had happened. Her gaze swept over him several times, curiously assessing him. Clearly he'd been eyeing her, so his attraction was there, and somehow that made her more nervous. The fact that he was so handsome really wasn't helping.<br/>
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A smile played at the corners of Adam’s lip as he saw her react to the wink with disbelief and a little bit of shock. Her hands were safely empty this time around, and she recovered quickly, but he was resisting the urge to bite his lip to hold back his humor. He nodded along with the list of options she gave him, then waited as she went to make Judge Bason’s drink first. In that moment George turned around to lift an eyebrow at him, and Adam’s eyes twinkled as he grinned.<br/>
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Judge Bason nodded knowingly as he faced back to the counter and accepted his drink from Elizabeth. “Thank you, dear,” he said as he paid for his drink, then went to go pick a table.<br/>
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Adam flashed her a dazzling smile at the wording of her question, and said, “Yes, I think I’d like to try the white chocolate mocha.” He watched her make the drink, and left a tip as he paid, then went to join the judge. As he left the counter, he saw a college kid verily buzzing with energy and anticipation. He wasn’t quite going up on his tippy-toes to peek over shoulders, but it was a close thing. Suddenly he was glad he hadn’t tried to interact with Elizabeth further than her job required; she must get guys like that all the time. Either her, or Kate, he imagined. He’d noticed the way Kate had picked up everything else while Elizabeth dealt with him and the judge, and thought he’d made a good choice in coming to their shop again.<br/>
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The judge seemed to agree, and brightened considerably as he sipped on his latte. They spoke vaguely of work, and law, and careers, touched on family a bit, and complained about common struggles they’d had on vastly different ends of their working lives. Judge Bason seemed happy to give Adam tips on how to proceed after graduation, and what resources were most helpful for him when he’d started his own practice. Adam brought the judge up to speed on professors he’d known in his days at Iverson who were still teaching or working there. All told they had a pleasant visit, and swapped contact information at the end, with the judge emphasizing his willingness to serve as a reference. Adam thanked him graciously and earnestly, then they went to go their separate ways.<br/>
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As they finished their handshake, Adam noticed Elizabeth watching him, and noticed her smile. It was tiny, and brief, but he was sure it was there, and it filled his chest with light and pride. He tried to return it, but she was off, flitting away to take care of the next thing on in her day. Adam smiled in spite of himself, but that feeling stuck with him.<br/>
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Later that night he connected with his group again, and Natasha was bringing the waitress along with, who he found out was named Samantha. He asked she went by Sam, but it was Samantha, and he made sure to get it right from then on. Trishelle had made the whole trip her treat for the group, and while it was nice for Adam, it was the only reason some of them could afford to come. When they got to the club she paid the cover charge, and bought everyone a round of drinks, and said they could get one or two of whatever they wanted. Adam got a cup of green tea, but most took advantage of the opportunity to try an expensive, exotic drink. He and a few others could have paid their own way, but they didn’t; Trishelle was paying, and that was that. It solved a lot of delicate budget situations, and Trishelle could afford it.<br/>
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Natasha brought Samantha over to sit with Adam and Lamonte, but it was clear the two girls were more into eachother than they were the men on either side of them. It suited Adam just fine, because he’d just seen the damnedest thing: Elizabeth was strutting onto the main stage, dropping a trenchcoat to reveal an outfit with more stud than leather. As he looked closer, he managed to make out that it was something cheaper than leather, but once she began to move he could hardly look away. The liquid grace he’d seen at the auditorium hall had been nothing, she was an artist. He knew a few dancers, personally, and enough about dancing to know that she belonged on that main stage. Her movements were sensual and seductive and provocative, while remaining smooth and graceful and elegant. She moved around the pole like she was flying and weightless, and Adam found himself riveted in his seat with his heart pounding in his chest and his mouth watering. There was something missing though. Something disingenuous about the way she performed. It wasn’t difficult to figure out: she was working. She inspired lust, but she didn’t enjoy the same feeling.<br/>
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When the music stopped and she started moving offstage and back into the club proper, Adam looked back to see Natasha gazing at him, and looking back at the dancer. Their eyes met, and Adam didn’t know what he’d done to give it away, but a coy, little smirk curled her lip and she winked at him before getting up and sauntering over to the dancer. Adam blinked and looked at Samantha, who was also smirking, and Lamonte who chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. Adam looked back to see Natasha paying for a dance, and then Elizabeth was looking right at him. Adam froze, and waited as Elizabeth walked over and took his hand. At her whispered words he grinned, because it would have looked really strange if he wasn’t, and said nothing. He followed her upstairs walking hand in hand, then waited for her to close the door behind them. As she locked it again, he watched the side of her face and noticed her blush, that same delicate bloom that had warmed her features when they’d first met.<br/>
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The nervousness in her voice was a stark contrast to the grace and relaxed poise she’d shown on the stage, but arousal was laced through the tremors, and it sent a thrill through him like the dancing never had. She’d said to take a seat, but he saw the way her eyes raked him for clues about how he felt about their situation. He met her eyes, then lifted the back of her hand to his lips, and set a kiss above her knuckles. “Elizabeth, could I take you out to dinner after work?” Instead of waiting for an answer, he laced his fingers between hers, and led her over to a corner in the couch where he sat down as she’d asked. He didn’t pull her down with him or on top of him, instead he released her hand, and waited to see what she would do on her own.<br/>
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Elizabeth was rather taken aback as Adam took her hand in his, the warmth of his lips pressed against the back of her knuckles in a rather feather-light kiss. When he asked if he could take her out, the female almost fell backwards. Was he serious? The young woman didn't have time to contemplate his true feelings before she felt his fingers link with hers, leading her toward the couch. Her gait was fairly composed, a little shaky only when he took a seat, gazing up toward her. Of course, she knew she had to do her job, but it didn't make the situation any easier. It didn't feel all that comfortable; her coach, one that she'd spent butting heads with and one that she rather fancied. It was almost a cruel twist of fate to throw her into the deep end without a life jacket.<br/>
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The female's attention was snapped back to his face as she heard a soft whisper, the contents making a warm blush swell in her cheeks. It was when she realized his intent with that comment that her gaze drifted down slightly, a clear display of discomfort. "Not really," The auburn haired woman shook her head slightly, her curls bouncing along her shoulders as she gazed down toward her coach. "I'm usually too busy spilling coffee beans over my clothing to notice." A hint of a playful smirk graced her lips as she took a light jab toward herself. Maybe it wouldn't be as awkward as she had imagined. It wasn't sex, it was just dancing, so why was she so apprehensive? Maybe the fact that he was intimidating and had asked her to dinner, but that could be pushed out of her mind, for now.<br/>
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Slowly, she began to turn to face her back toward him. Although the VIP room was mainly used for lap dancing and other more erotic dances, Elizabeth didn't feel she could just jump into that. Her hips began to rock from left to right with a level of grace that made it seem like her body was flowing like a river, easily rocking side to side, the dip of her waist being brought to focus even more as she moved intent. "It wouldn't compare to girls in your class flirting with you, that's for sure." A soft snicker escaped her lips as she suddenly turned, placing her hands just above his knees before she dropped down, a rather playful smirk crossed her lips as she rose up between his legs. There were several tricks she could use, but she didn't want to push it too far. However, that didn't mean she was going to take it easy on him.<br/>
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Elizabeth continued to rock her hips, moving her silk like flesh with ease. Since his friend had paid for the works, she should really be undressing, but she was going to make him work for that. "So tell me, did your friend come ask for a dance by your request or did she just think it would be a good match?" As the female spoke, she leaned in toward him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support as she dipped her chest to brush ever so slightly against his before turning swiftly and dropping in his lap with a soft chuckle. Women could learn ways to dance, ways to entice and allure without having experience, she just wondered how she faired against his other conquests. No doubt he had many.<br/>
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As she eased her back against his chest, she took a moment to feel his hard, secure body behind her. It was rather welcoming. Slowly, she eased her head back against his shoulder as her hips began to rock ever so slightly, causing her rear to caress along his lap. Elizabeth didn't know why she was being so forward, it wasn't like her, but it was just all too tempting to make him want her, and unfortunately get herself aroused in the process. Thankfully, the music booming beneath them and the dimly lit atmosphere of the room gave a warming feel, it was relaxing, almost.<br/>
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The female swiftly leaned forward, taking a moment to slip her feet to the floor, rising herself from his lap only to turn and ease one leg beside his, and then the other, until she lowered herself into his lap. Large brown eyes gazed toward him, curiosity filled them. "Your friend paid for everything, which means you can have me topless." her gaze lingered on his, waiting to see his reaction. So many times she'd been tempted to see if she could go all the way, but she'd never been infatuated enough not to care. Right in that moment, she was concerned she was getting too close to the edge. What she truly wanted was to test him. "If you want, you can reach back and unhook it." Her words were a soft whisper as she leaned in, her lips brushing tenderly against his ear.<br/>
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Amusement sparkled in his eyes when he saw her reaction to being asked out, but he was serious, so he didn’t give her any reason to think otherwise. He hadn’t expected to see her in the club, dancing, of all things, but he had most certainly enjoyed it. He thought perhaps both of them would have rather have had him hear it from her than find out the way he had, but now they were in a private room, and he’d made his play. He wanted her relaxed, whether or not the fact that she was being paid to be there with him remained on her mind. He wanted a lot more than that, but he was going to take things one step at a time.<br/>
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Seeing her in the dark standing before him in that outfit made him feel jittery with desire, but seeing her head drop in discomfort focused him on her and who she was. He saw her warm blush though, and he knew she was strong-willed and would make her own decisions. Then came her comment about the coffee beans, and he grinned wide; there she was, playful and intelligent Elizabeth. He didn’t know her stage name, and he really didn’t want to. He wanted Elizabeth.<br/>
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He watched with hungry eyes as she turned her back to him, and lifted his arms to set them along the back of the couch as she began to sway her hips. Immediately he felt a surge of blood in his loins, and his mind sank fully into the present. He watched the curve of her ass, the sashay of her hips, the smooth roll of her back, and imagined the slickened folds between her legs as he heard her words, and his mouth opened automatically in reply. “Were there other girls in my class? I hardly noticed.” He could feel his erection growing, and he did nothing to stop it, knowing sooner or later she would find it, feel it, and break her doubts of his reaction to her upon it.<br/>
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Then she was putting her hands above his knees and dropping between his legs, and he watched her eyes as she moved, full of desire and lust. He returned her smirk as she rose up, and openly watched her body move as she did, taking in the shape and form of her, and devouring her silken flesh with his eyes. Then she was leaning in, and his eyes drifted back to hers as she asked about Natasha. “I suspect that she noticed I couldn’t look away from your performance and deduced that you were the girl I told her about. She probably thinks she did us a favor.” Adam let his gaze roam over the blush in her cheeks. “I suppose it remains to be seen if she did or not.” He looked back to Elizabeth’s eyes. “But I think it’s up to us to decide if we are a good match.” The silvery studs on her top grazed his chest as she slid against him, sending flurries of lilting sensation dancing through his chest. Then she dropped herself into his lap with a chuckle, and he moved his hands from the back of the couch to set them on the outside of her thighs.<br/>
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Elizabeth leaned back against his chest and began feather-light caresses on his lap with her mostly bare ass, and his eyelids fluttered as he groaned and ran his hands encouragingly over her thighs. He’d thought his body couldn’t respond any more powerfully until he caught the scent of her arousal, and then he shuddered and growled against the urge to take control of the situation. It surged through him and made his heart pound in his chest, but this was her show and he was going to let her run it.<br/>
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He was leaning in to seek out that scent when she leaned forward suddenly, then got up to turn around and straddle him. He felt the chain hanging from the front of her thong sliding over his throbbing erection and shivered, but his lazy gaze was locked on her face as she came back to him. He put his hands on her back, then heard her tell him he got to have her topless, because of the money. He settled his hands right where they were and didn’t move them toward the knot in the center of her back. “I wouldn’t mind waiting until after dinner for that, Elizabeth.” Her caressing lips send tingles down his neck and back, but he turned his head to glance at her eyes, then leaned in to kiss her neck behind her jaw, and paused there.<br/>
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Then he straightened back up as he slid one hand down to rest on the strap over her hip, and the other up her back to the collar she wore around her neck. He ran the back of his finger over the studs in the collar, then slipped a finger under the chains that dipped down from it and lifted them just enough that they were dangling and feathering her chest with light, metallic brushes. “I really like your outfit. I know it’s cheap and… intentionally provocative, but the way you move in it somehow elevates it in my eyes. I have a particular enjoyment of shibari, of which the thong is suggestive with all those straps, and the collar… could have meaning attached to it, like the kind I imagined you were playing with when you used an honorific in the coffee shop. I’m interested in you, Elizabeth. You inspire feelings in me that I want to explore.” He found her eyes again, and smiled. “Dessert can come after dinner.” Then he glanced down at her lips for a moment, then back to her eyes. “Or before. Its up to you.”<br/>
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<div style="text-align: justify">Elizabeth wasn’t entirely convinced as Adam seemed to suggest he hadn’t noticed other women; well, he had his gaze focused on her most of the time which should have been clear enough. However, the young woman was having a problem imagining that he could truly have been only focused on her. Elizabeth thought there had been something between them, and she could feel it crackling between them in that very moment. It had only been growing, whether it was tense or much like a crush in high school. Elizabeth felt more tension than she did anything else; maybe because she was so inexperienced, and he clearly was far more knowledgeable than her. Considering his earlier display, and his thoughts on sex, maybe she was too inexperienced for him. There was no romantic excuse as to why she’d held onto her virginity, it was more the fact that she was paranoid her partners would only want sex, so if they stayed long enough, she would trust them. It didn’t seem to work out that way. From then on, she’d just focused on work and school, relationships took a back seat.<br/>
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The auburn haired woman paused as she noticed the male talk about his friend, Natasha. It seemed he’d been talking about Elizabeth, really? Had she truly made that much of an impression? Elizabeth wasn’t certain, she didn’t know if he was serious or if he was just trying to get exactly what he wanted, which was clear to see by the bulge in his pants. The fact that he was hard caused a stir of need within her; he was handsome, intelligent, and a perfect choice of mate. So, naturally, because he seemed like a good choice, she remained somewhat reserved. He made her heart flutter, and she didn’t like someone having that kind of control. She wasn’t certain if she wanted to know if they were a good match, wouldn’t it just get messy? Her thoughts were stunted as she felt his hands brush along her thighs; the skin to skin contact was almost enough to make her want to give in to her desires.<br/>
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Once she’d shifted to face him, the woman gazed upon his features as his hands found their new position. The one that took hold of the collar was amusing to her, did he enjoy the seemingly kinky, cheap garb? Soon enough, he answered that. Elizabeth trusted he was telling the truth, mainly because as she sat atop his lap, she could feel the heat of his erection beneath her. It was difficult to keep her mind where it should be. It had almost embarrassed her that he had mentioned her bra could come off after dinner as well, she hadn’t considered he may think her interest was money related; for that she could’ve slapped him. Nevertheless, the female was almost in awe as he spoke, it seemed that he felt something for her, and he wanted to… explore that. Elizabeth didn’t know wholly what that meant, but she was curious as it didn’t seem… his normal state. It didn’t seem the standard way of asking someone out, but he was no ordinary man, that was certain.<br/>
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“After,” She whispered softly, her blush only grew as she began to shift in his lap to get off, but she’d brushed her warm, soft flesh down against his in the process. All she could think of was how it would feel, and a good deal of apprehension about it. It was giving something so personal, and she didn’t know that she could just… give it away. Was he expecting her to? It didn’t seem so, but she’d need to find out. Slowly, she slipped from his lap, considering he’d given her the chance to make the choice, she did. Anything that happened between them shouldn’t be related to her work, it would just make things complicated. It did interest her that he still wished to know more about her despite her working in such a club, knowing what she did.<br/>
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“How about we go to grab something to eat? I’ll go get my things.” Before she turned on her heel, the female’s hands drifted up to remove the collar, tossing it toward him with a hint of a grin. “Wait for me downstairs.”<br/>
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It didn’t take Elizabeth long to dress. When her boss drifted by, she announced she was taking the rest of the night off, much to his dismay. It wasn’t something she was truly allowed to do, but she brought in enough money to give her some freedom. The woman pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, swiftly concealed with a loose fitting v-neck jumper and a pair of pumps. It looked rather plain, but it was comfortable. Finally, she grabbed her bag and tied up her auburn strands into a messy bun. It may not have been as pristine as she'd looked before, but that was exactly how she looked after work every night.<br/>
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Once she'd stepped out into the club, she noticed Adam rather quickly, and his friend who'd bought her dance. The blonde seemed rather happy to see them, which made her wonder what was going on. The woman made her way over to Adam, her delicate hand reached out to tap his arm lightly. "So, shall we go? I know a few rustic places, but I don't eat out much here." She did wonder if this was a dare or a bet, it wouldn't be the first time. Unable to stop her curiosity the female bit down on her lower lip slightly. "Are you sure this isn't a bet or some kind of challenge?" It sounded foolish, but she wanted to hear that he wasn't just using her as an experiment or just simply wanted to play with her and cast her aside. She'd believed him when he said he had feelings for her, but clearly her insecurity was stronger.​</div><br/>
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Adam saw her skepticism at his words; she was no fool. Their literal truth hadn’t been the point though. He’d wanted to suggest to her that he had eyes only for her. She didn’t seem to believe him, even at that, but then she didn’t seem to notice her own worth either. She was beautiful, no mistake there, but she was also intelligent and desirable and at the same time had an innocence about her that he found charming. In truth he’d never felt so flattered as when she utterly lost her composure in his presence, and he wanted that in private. He wanted her so overcome that composure was the last thing on her mind. Why, though? Because he was selfish, perhaps. If he set that aside as true, then why else? Did he think it would be good for her? Maybe. That’d be up to her, wouldn’t it? Maybe it was because it felt like he would be in control. He lusted after control more than almost anything, and that was a fact. The only way he’d found to be genuine about that fact was to be open with it. Again, Elizabeth was no fool, so surely she’d noticed. Did she also notice that he was possessive? He hoped so. He hoped she was the kind who wanted to feel safety in possession. Either way, the fact of the matter was that he wasn’t going to escalate their physical relationship until she knew what he wanted. To do otherwise would be to invite trouble of the worst kind.<br/>
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He noticed her surprise that he’d spoken to his friends about her. He wondered whether it would be a good idea to tell her that he’d basically put off a repeat offer of sex because he wanted to focus on her. Internally he shrugged. Either she would notice that or she wouldn’t. He couldn’t imagine he was getting out of there with Elizabeth without encountering Natasha on the way out.<br/>
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He was distracted by her stirring unconsciously atop his erection. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in him, prepared and waiting to speed up at a moment’s notice. God, she really put him on edge. He loved that about her. The bleeding edge was where he wanted to be, and it felt to him like she would take him there perpetually, if only he could win her. He knew that line of thinking was… perceived as frowned upon, but he took measures to counteract it, first and foremost being taking her into consideration in proportion to how much he desired her. He could see in her eyes two things: She wanted to give in, and she was afraid to give in. He would be too, all things considered. If someone wanted as much power over him as he had over her just by looking at her, he would fight them to the death over it. To him, that was part of why surrender was so important. If he took her without her surrender, then it would be a fight, and that was not what he wanted. So what did she want? What was he willing to offer? Did she want marriage? Some kind of lifelong commitment? He was prepared for such a thing, assuming their feelings remained generally constant over a reasonable term. He wondered if she saw that. Probably that was not something an observer would guess about him, but they would be foolish. Of course he wanted to acquire such an asset as a lifelong partnership. In his experience, when they worked, such partnerships were the single most valuable and rewarding aspect of life. That was what he wanted, ultimately. In pursuit of that he had learned patience. Utter, calm, patience. When he’d first heard that a gentleman was nothing but a patient wolf, he’d grinned, wide and amused. So it was.<br/>
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So it was that when she looked like she wanted to slap him, he wondered what in the world she could have been thinking. The one thing that made him feel most uncomfortable about their current setting was that it had been bought, and he didn’t want her thinking he thought she came along with it. Something about that had obviously backfired. That tension faded quickly though, and was replaced with what looked like something close to awe, and then a rosy blush.<br/>
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When she slipped from his lap, he felt a pang of regret. When she’d said they’d have the rest of the night, he’d wondered if she had something planned. But her single spoken word felt like as much of a promise as she was willing to give, and he took it. He was considering teasing her about walking out of her workplace like she was when she tossed the collar toward him with a playful expression. He returned the grin, then nodded to her bidding, then openly watched her ass as she strode out of the room.<br/>
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Once the door was closed again behind her, he leaned his head back on the plush sofa and blew out a long, calming breath. Maybe she could walk around fully comfortable with being aroused enough for her loins to feel like a furnace, but he couldn’t walk out of that club with his cock tenting his pants. He stirred in the seat, and tried to convince his body that it would be much more fulfilling for his brain and limbs to reclaim the blood that pooled in his crotch. To that end, he picked up the collar, and ran his finger through the inside of it where the heat of her still remained. Slowly, his erection calmed, and he felt his heart pushing his blood through his entire system. He sat up, set the collar down, then put his hands on his knees. As he moved, he noticed he was still too hard to avoid an impression, but he’d relaxed enough to tuck himself down. He did that, then cycled a few more breaths, in and out, until he felt full but not rising. That would do.<br/>
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He stood up, then looked back at the collar. It really was a cheap thing. Elizabeth certainly was not. He wasn’t entirely certain who the collar belonged to at that point, but he wasn’t about to leave it in the room where it didn’t belong. He picked it up, put it in his pocket, then strode out of the VIP room and back into the club. The music was loud. He hadn’t noticed that before, but he did then. It was very loud, and at that point he wasn’t enjoying it. He descended the stairs, and Natasha was quick to his side.<br/>
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Adam could feel the intensity of her curiosity as to how it went, and appreciated that she hadn’t immediately berated him with questions. “Do you know where the dancers from this place go to relax after work? I understand dancing is terribly hungry work.”<br/>
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Natasha smiled at him, and stood a friendly, safe distance from him. “I prefer your cooking actually, to anything I’ve had in a restaurant.”<br/>
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Adam looked to her eyes and took in her pleased, gentle smile. Now that he was back in ‘public’, his heart was pounding for a completely different reason. He felt pressured to perform, in general, while he was in public. Natasha was so close to him because she relieved that feeling for him, and made him feel comfortable with being himself. “Wouldn’t that be a bit forward?”<br/>
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“That sounds… nice,” The female agreed softly, following his lead out to his car. The wink from his blonde friend hadn’t gone amiss. Maybe she shouldn’t have touched Adam like she had, maybe it all seemed… too cosy? After all, what did she know about him? All she truly knew was that she was viciously attracted to him; that he’d been the first man to stir something so… hungry inside of her. Elizabeth remained in control of her emotions, to some extent. The only recklessness she had was being so willing to see her coach out of school hours. The young woman was at a loss with how to feel, she wasn’t sure if she was taking things too far. Even though he seemed to want them, did he really know what he’d be getting? Did he really want her or just a taste?<br/>
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The female was more than content to see where this trip would take her. Who knew how it’d turn out? It had been so long since she’d had interest in any man, maybe it was her time to experience something she’d been so… curious about. Elizabeth did wonder if he’d be interested if sex wasn’t on the table. So all she could do was see for herself when the time came. Maybe she wouldn’t be ready; she wasn’t sure if she’d ever really be. It had gone on for so long that she hadn’t even contemplated what it’d be like to finally meet someone she felt comfortable enough to be with. After the display in class, Elizabeth had been wondering what kind of man he truly was. He seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, so to speak. The female just hadn’t figured out what his motives were.<br/>
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The female followed suit, slipping into the car and buckling up. The auburn haired female was clearly nervous, her fingers fiddled with one another before she finally set them palm down on her thighs. “So, do you take women back to your place to cook for them often?” The usual, playful side of Elizabeth rose as she questioned Adam, a rather cheeky smirk crossed her lips. What she couldn’t understand was if he was involved with Chrissy. They’d been… rather intimate in class, absurdly so, why wouldn’t he be taking her out instead? Elizabeth contemplated asking, but she didn’t. Instead, she found herself trying to relax by easing into the passenger seat. All she hoped was that her nerves would start to ease and her heart would slow down.<br/>
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“So... Coach," The female finally gathered the gall to ask what she'd been so curious about. "Why aren't you taking Chrissy out?" It wasn't a jealous jibe, she was asking a sincere question. "What you two uh... did in class, I would've thought that you would be taking her out." The young woman turned to observe him, her dark lashes fluttering up as she took in ever inch of his form. He was truly handsome. If she wasn't so afraid, she would've been far more willing to just experience what he had to offer. Kate would've been the one to advise her to do just that, take what he was willing to give and enjoy it. Elizabeth wasn't like that though, she needed a connection, she needed safety. The woman crossed one leg over the other, finally getting somewhat comfortable. She knew he'd had a feeling about her, not Chrissy, but she still found it rather curious. "Don't you feel... a connection from doing something like that with her?"<br/>
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As Adam watched Elizabeth’s amber orbs, he felt the beating of his heart both slow, and strengthen with every beat. A sense of wonder sparkled in her eyes, as though he were some great mystery, and her surprise was evident when he asked to take her home. Her affirmation came softly, so his hand came softly to rest over the fingers she’d laid on his arm. He escorted her out of the club and to his car in relative silence, since he knew she’d taken the bus to work. He wondered if she could hear his heartbeat, so hard was it pounding, but he thought not and smiled at his own nervousness. When he got to the car, he went to her side first to open the door for her. Chivalrous and gentlemanly or chauvinistic and outdated, it didn’t matter. He did that whenever someone was going to be riding in his car. He didn’t always have them on his arm, though.<br/>
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He wondered what Elizabeth’s expectations were. Beyond this point he hadn’t made any plans. His friend had encouraged him to ask for what he wanted, and so he had, but now what did he want? He wanted to be comfortable and get to know Elizabeth. Alongside that, he wanted the same in reverse for her. Those things felt more relevant than anything he wanted ‘after dinner,’ because… why? Maybe because talking about the feelings he had in relation to her needed more than just physical intimacy. He wanted to try opening his heart again. How long had it been? Adam thought better of trying to work out the number of years in favor of focusing on the present. He closed the door as Elizabeth was buckling up, then walked to the other side of the car to get in.<br/>
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As his seatbelt clicked he looked over to find Elizabeth’s hands fidgeting nervously on her legs. A smile played at the corner of his lips in amusement. She was perfectly comfortable gliding her entire body over his, but get her alone in the car and she’s nervous all over again? God, but he adored this woman. He reached over, gently slipped his fingers under her left hand, then lifted it to set it on the console. He paused in turning on the car to rest his hand on hers for a moment as she asked her question. “Not often,” he said with a smile. “Just when I really like them.” He lifted his hand, traded the key into it, then turned on the car and twisted to look behind them as he backed out of the parking space. He oriented the car to drive out of the parking lot, then set his hand back down over hers. He didn’t move it overmuch, just enough to gently slip his fingers between hers.<br/>
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Adam pulled into his parking space at his apartment complex, turned the car off, then looked over to Elizabeth’s eyes as gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I would like to form a connection with you. I would like it to last far longer than just a term or two. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.” With that, he let go of her hand and exited the car. He walked over to her side of the car again and opened the door, then offered her his hand. “I live on the fourth floor. There is an elevator, or we could take the stairs.” Once she was out of the car, he used a fob to lock it, then offered his arm.<br/>
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For Elizabeth, dealing with her job and clients was far easier than being intimate. It held no… true meaning for her. However, going home with a man who she clearly held lust for felt rather daunting. There was only so long she could keep up her charade. It was already cracking. Thankfully, he seemed to notice. The male slipped his hand under hers, lifting it to rest up on the console. A warm chuckle escaped her lips as he responded; well, she couldn't fault him, that was a pretty slick move. What was the most alluring thing was how he seemed so genuine. It didn’t feel like a plan to get her undressed or anything of that nature; it all seemed to comfort her and make her feel at ease. As his hand left hers, Elizabeth almost frowned at the loss of contact. Why was she so infatuated with him? It was beginning to turn into something she was profoundly annoyed by. When his hand slipped back down to join hers, her fingers greeted him keenly, curling up around his own.<br/>
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The auburn haired women paid attention to the road until she noticed the way he glanced toward her. A warm blush rushed into her cheeks as he mentioned the very first time they’d met; well, she had in fact asked him out. All she could imagine was blaming Kate for being so forward. He seemed to think he understood her, Elizabeth wondered if he would understand all of her. What she didn’t expect was for him to reason as he did. It also brought about a question of why he’d asked for Chrissy. There was a hint of jealousy in her mind, but she knew it was most likely a believable and acceptable reason, even if her emotions tried to make her think otherwise. Further confusion rippled across her features as he commented about Chrissy rather liking one of their classmates. “Well, I think the whole class was intimidated. I’d certainly assumed that you were already going to be seeing her. I do think simply because of what happened that you’ll have more interest from the girls in the class, maybe some guys too.” It had been clear that some had been in awe, confusion, lust, it was a mix of things. Elizabeth was still trying to figure it all out in her mind. Really, she was overthinking it, but it didn’t stop her from trying.<br/>
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As they rolled to a halt, the female took in the sights around them. It was only when she felt the gentle squeeze on her hand that her gaze found Adam’s. His words seemed to melt into her mind, simmering and debating as she focused on his features. He seemed so… composed. A connection. He didn’t mention relationship or anything closer, more intimate. How much of a connection did he want to make? As he disappeared out of the car, Elizabeth couldn’t help but contemplate what he really wanted when he appeared at her door, which almost made her squeal in surprise. As the door opened, the female slipped out, keeping her bag against her form before she took the arm extended to her. It felt so formal, she wondered why he seemed so formal, and what it was that he was planning for that night. On the inside, she scolded herself for being so weak and anxious. What did it matter? She liked him. How long had it been since she’d set her gaze on a man that genuinely seemed stable and prepared for something more? Not to mention, someone she did feel a spark with. Now that was rare.<br/>
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It was only four floors, so the female gravitated toward the stairs. It gave her something else to think about than her growing nerves. Once they reached the apartment, she waited for him to open the door. The interior was rather nice, it was minimal; which was what she expected from him for some reason. The female shed her coat, exposing her rather baggy, thin black sweater. The young woman was too concerned with exploring his home with what she could see to notice his closet. Once she heard his voice, the female trailed off behind him. “Sounds good to me,” And it really did, pasta was one of her favourite meals. Of course, she’d been distracted with taking in the decor when she heard him call out to her again. “I’m great with a knife,” For some years, she’d been wondering if she’d train to be a chef or to be a lawyer, in the end, logic won out. The young woman loved cooking, but the pressure of the kitchen hit her harder than the courtroom. Not to mention, she liked to fight for something. There had to be meaning in her work, or what was the point?<br/>
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Once he’d turned on some music, the female followed him back into the kitchen. “It’s a lovely place you have,” The auburn haired woman noticed a few things set up to be diced, so she quickly made her way to the sink and began to wash her hands in hot water and soap before drying off and easing herself before the chopping board. “You mentioned you wanted a connection with me?” Elizabeth lined up the vegetables, ordering them in size and began to slice with a rather practiced pace, the soft clanking of the knife against the chopping board was barely audible. “I’m just curious what you mean by that. I mean, you could also be wanting to do what you did to Chrissy with me, that you value as a connection right?” The young woman paused for a moment before continuing, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she did so, “You know, just because I dance, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to be easy.” The young woman took the time to turn around, knife in hand as she gazed toward Adam. “Maybe you should’ve thought twice about giving me a knife.” A playful chuckle escaped her as she turned back to continue her task.<br/>
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Once she was done, and fairly quickly, the female then began to inspect his kitchen with interest. It was when she opened the fridge that she was rather amused. Well, she could do with a beer. It did come into her mind how she’d be getting home, but it didn’t seem to far. The bus most likely ran past. The auburn haired woman drew two from the fridge before popping off the caps and sliding one along the counter toward him. Elizabeth took a long gulp of beer before she offered a rather warm smirk. “You also mentioned I seem to be like you were when you took the class. Do you think that we’re really that alike? Or that you understand me well because of it?” There wasn’t any accusation in her tone, only curiosity; in fact, it was rather warm curiosity. There were many things running about in her mind, most of all when she’d feel the ice break between them. For her, it felt as if she was on edge to some degree, waiting for the moment to finally happen where her nervousness would fall away.<br/>
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“I just want to test something…” The female placed her beer down on the counter, slowly making her way closer to him until she was close enough to brush her hand up along his arm, easing him to face her. How she had the courage to do what she was just about to, she didn’t know. Elizabeth slowly leaned up on the balls of her feet, her hands brushing up against his upper chest. The female glanced up toward him, slowly pressing her lips against his. The female’s lips were soft, silk like tiers that started to shakily press against his own. Slowly, they began to caress more confidently. It felt like lightning; every inch of her body responded in such a way that she could feel the heat rising in every ounce of her being. It didn’t take long for her to ease into the kiss; her nervousness fading. Abruptly, when she felt herself becoming aroused, she pulled back with a slight gasp. “Well… that works,” she whispered softly, a warm, familiar blush filling her cheeks. She most definitely felt something.<br/>
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Adam found he favored the music accompanied with the sound of soft footfalls following behind him. Her compliment to his home made him smile, but instead of answering aloud he glanced back at her beautiful amber orbs and winked before heading back into the kitchen. Lovely was she, and his home, in his estimation, was made infinitely lovelier by her presence. There weren’t a lot of distractions in his place. Nothing more than passingly interesting on the walls, no trinkets or doodads, none of the detritus that a family would leave strewn about a home. It was a place of focus, or un-focus, depending on the occupant’s needs, and so Adam’s attention could only be on one of two things: the task at hand, or Elizabeth.<br/>
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It was easy, falling into step with her in the kitchen. He noticed her familiarity with the preparations, as she seemed to step into the work laid out on the counter like she’d done it a thousand times before. Adam noticed because that was not common. He’d entertained plenty, and not just dates, and normally the person would be skittish and unsure, and requiring of careful instruction. They’d ask simple questions about how something was done, or how he wanted things, and it would almost be more of a chore to instruct them than to have done it all himself. There was none of that with Elizabeth. It wasn’t that she was an old hand in the kitchen, it was something more than that. It was a deep familiarity, a well-practiced passion. Wonders never ceased, he thought.<br/>
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Her question drifted over her shoulder as he was setting noodles to boiling, and he walked across the kitchen to the island where she was working to look over her shoulder at the work she’d done. He smiled, got just a few more of the vegetables she’d cut, then put what she’d done in the bowl. He set it aside, then stood behind her, wrapped his arms around hers, set the knife back in her grasp, then began slicing long vegetables, celery, carrots, beans, with a diagonal cut that increased the surface area of the segments instead of the straight cuts of those in the bowl. As he carefully sliced the vegetables with her delicate hands within his strong, dexterous digits, he answered her question. “Yes, I want a connection with you. There are simpler, more specific words that resemble what I desire, but they do not capture it entirely. I am multifaceted, as are you, and so, I think, should be our connection.”<br/>
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He reached out to a bowl on the counter for a small onion, slicked the knife in lemon juice to prevent tears, then flashed her a glance and a smile before team-cutting the onion as well. “What I did to Chrissy was intense, but superficial. Short-lived. What I desire is exclusivity in the long-term, and a full, mutual investment of life.” The warmth and curves of her against his body in that domestic setting were somehow more thrilling than they’d been in the club, and he felt vivacious sensations fluttering through him at every little brush of contact, over his legs, his waist, his belly, his chest, under his arms, but thankfully not in his hands, for they were holding a blade, after all. “I think there are married couples who are not so close as all that, but it is an institution that I admire.” Adam lifted the cutting board and slid the diced onion into the bowl, then went to the refrigerator for radishes, and set them on the board in front of her before turning back to the stove, which was at a roiling boil.<br/>
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Her comment about dancers being easy he let slide, he had no comment to make on her being easy, nor that for any other dancer. The noodles were cooking, so he got out the ingredients to make an Alfredo sauce, and started it in a saucepan. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked when he saw her turn around with the blade, and his eyes glittered at her quip about the knife. “Oh, I did, that is why you are holding it and not me.” While he worked at the stove, Elizabeth finished the salad and continued her questing exploration of his kitchen. She found a couple of beers, popped the tabs, then slid him one before taking a long gulp of her own. “Not so much alike. Just similar. I think I know that you are driven, self-motivated, that you hold yourself to an almost impossibly high standard, and you pride yourself in mostly meeting it, that you desire purpose and fulfillment in your work more than anything else, including recognition, but are aware and prepared for it, should it come. And I think what we’ve got simmering here is going to be delicious.”<br/>
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He heard the beer click against the countertop, and a smolder in her whisper whose signal he did not miss. His heart picked up with every step she took closer, but he kept track of her advance without moving a muscle, until he felt her caressing his skin and turning him toward her. He completed the turn to open his posture to her, and watched with patient, hungry eyes as she laid her hands on his chest and pressed her lips into his. He felt the quiver run through her lips and then all the way through his form, and slid his hands up her sides from her hips as her courage grew. Her kiss was tentative and new, like the first sunrise of spring, and he felt as though he could feel the dew evaporating from her leaves, and then she pulled back, gasping. His dark gaze lit from her lips to her eyes, and his only answer to her words came in that signature smirk. His stirring hunger was tempered with affection, and he slid his gaze over her cheekbones to witness the lovely blush rising in them.<br/>
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Adam raised his hand, stroked his fingertips up her neck, then slid his thumb over the plane of her cheek. “This is the connection I want, Elizabeth. This, right here. You, being brave and acting on impulse, and me, being the only one here to see it.” He leaned in to steal one more quick peck at her lips, then slid his hand back down to the small of her back as he turned to tend to the food. “Our meal is almost ready, my dear. Could you get a bowl for the pasta once I’ve strained it, now that you know where everything is?” His beer had so far gone untouched, but he would bring it to the table with him. Alcohol wouldn’t have been his first choice for that night, but Elizabeth seemed attuned to her own needs, and he wasn’t about to deny her. It was just that he did not mix his particular interests with intoxication, or at least substances that might cause it. Just so, though. “Elizabeth, before you get too much farther into that drink, I’d like you to know I’m hoping you’ll stay here tonight. I can take you home if you prefer, but if so it’d be better if I abstained.” He strained the noodles, then turned to see if she’d picked a bowl.<br/>
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Elizabeth paused when she felt Adam ease up behind her, the warmth of his body seeping into hers as he began to take hold of her hands. A soft, warm laugh escaped her as he began to cut the vegetables in front of them with her, guiding her. “Well, you make a good point, coach.” The brunette chuckled softly as she embraced his guidance, feeling the way his strong, firm hands led hers. The female watched him as he began to cut a lemon, wondering what he was doing before she noticed the onion. Her attention was diverted as he began to speak, thankfully, he had a good grasp on the knife. Was he talking about something serious? Is that what he craved with her? Did he even know her well enough? The female was comforted by the fact that he couldn’t see her face completely; the idea of something so serious made a light blush reach her cheeks, but thankfully not obviously so. As he moved away, it gave her time to breathe and recover from the warmth and euphoria racing through her by feeling him against her.<br/>
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Adam’s assessment of her seemed to be rather complementary, and true. His comment referring to what they were making could be applied to more than one situation. As she’d leaned in to kiss him, Elizabeth noticed how his body turned to welcome her. The feeling that soared through her that when his hands brushed up along her curved figure was indescribable. His gaze ignited a fire within her, causing her to desire so much more. There was no denying that the feeling that swarmed up within her the moment their lips touched; but somehow seeing affection and lust flare up for her made her crave all that she could from him. There was something so… electric about him. Just being close to him made her desire to act again. So as his hand reached up to brush along the female’s cheek, the female gazed up toward her coach. He wanted her, and he wanted to be the only one she had. Exclusive. Elizabeth’s heart was racing long before he touched her, but the warmth of his hand and the way he spoke, it made her feel a rise in temperature and her pulse.<br/>
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When he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, Elizabeth willingly leaned in to try and hook him back into her kiss. A warmth spread throughout her abdomen as the male brushed his hand along her lower back. The reaction it gave her body was undeniable. All she wished was that she could return the favor. “Sure,” the female murmured softly, her voice was tender and almost short of breath. The moment he asked her if she could grab a bowl, the female immediately went about her business to find a bowl for the meal. As his words reached her, the female paused, “I could always sober up completely, one isn’t much for me,” Her thick lashes swept up as she handed him a large bowl. “I… I would like to stay, if you wouldn’t mind. We could always drive in together.” The female gathered what she could and began to move it into the dining room, taking care to set things down gently and begin to prepare the table.<br/>
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Once they’d set the table, the female grabbed their beers and brought them to the table. The auburn haired woman settled down at the table, her gaze lingering on the delicious smelling meal before them. Elizabeth had made sure to sit next to the male, waiting for him to begin before she dared to dig in. Once he gave the permission or dug in himself, the female began to do the same. The female’s focus was on the food, taking her fork and beginning to twirl the pasta around it before taking a bite. A soft, content moan ebbed from her as she chewed, embracing all of the flavors. “I didn’t expect it to be so good,” The female chuckled softly after finishing the first bite. He was a good coach, a rather handsome and appealing man, and now she knew he was a good cook. It all seemed a bit too good to be true.<br/>
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It didn’t take her too long to clear her plate, it was far better than what she’d been cooking. It was a welcomed relief to have something so tasty. “Here, let me,” The short haired woman bent down to pick up his empty plate along with her own before carrying it through to the kitchen. It didn’t take long for her to fill the sink with soapy water. The female began to dunk the plates, ignoring the hot water on her skin. Once she’d grabbed a sponge and some liquid, she began to scrub the plates causing the water to foam up. Her mind was elsewhere. Even though she should’ve been focused, all she could think of was how good it had felt to kiss him. Before she knew it, she’d dropped the plate into a full sink, causing the hot water to splash out against her shirt. A soft curse left her as she felt the heat sink through, causing a hint of pain before she stepped back and began to remove her shirt by gripping them hem and tugging it over her head. Swiftly, she soaked up the water with her shirt before turning toward Adam. “I.. Uh, may have been a bit distracted. Can I throw this in the dryer?” The female held the shirt to her chest, hiding the swell of her breasts in black lace that rose them up.<br/>
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Adam smiled as Elizabeth leaned in to their second kiss. He felt his hunger roaring in his chest to take more than just a peck at her lips, and he felt the response glowing from Elizabeth herself. His blood flowed through his body in a heated rush, leaving delicious tingling pleasure in its wake that rolled through his neck and shoulders and down his back, and stirred in his loins as heat pooled there. Even in the face of all that he was careful, for he was absolutely honest in his stated desire, and he wanted everything to go right. He’d never really felt about any woman the way he felt about Elizabeth. There was something about her that drew him like a moth to the flame, and it manifested in every little thing, but never so much as when she clumsily lost herself in what he was increasingly convinced was their overwhelming attraction. He felt it too, and smiled in spite of himself, glad that by whatever trick of fate it was, he wasn’t the one that was constantly losing control of his hands. After all, he fully intended to use them. More than that though, he found the sight of it utterly endearing, and knowing he got so deep under her skin made his heart hammer in his chest. He wanted her. He wanted to explore this power he had over her. He wanted to trace the barest edges of her, and know her deepest heart.<br/>
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But dinner came first. Elizabeth was speaking: accepting his invitation, suggesting an added togetherness that he already found himself craving. “That would be lovely. I would like that very much.” As she set the table, he added a blend of herbs and spices to the sauce that would give it a unique zest. He’d experimented many times with this recipe, and found he had a few favorites, but this one was most suited to impress, and most satisfying on its own. His heart leapt in his chest as he realized he was already setting out the best for this woman. Good. He smiled to himself. That meant he liked her, but that also meant he was going out on a limb. Pretty early for something like that. Or was it? Nothing gained for nothing risked. He’d already suggested to her that he wanted both of them to go all in, after all. So much the better that he set the example.<br/>
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He went to the table she’d set, and smiled at the attention to detail she’d put into it. As he lifted his fork, noticing she was taking her cue from him. He glanced to her eyes, gave her a tiny smile, then tasted the pasta. Perfection. His eyelids drifted closed and fluttered with the pure pleasure of the delicious blends of flavors and textures. He was pleased, but that feeling was amplified tenfold when he heard her ebbing moan. His heart pounded, and life and lust rushed headlong through him like a comet hurtling down from the sky. That sound. He wanted more of that sound. He could never get enough of that sound. He heard her fork clink against the plate again, and slowly moved his own to repeat the gesture, but he barely tasted the food from then on. It was delicious, but nothing compared to the woman sitting next to him. Images of her dancing body draped in rope-like bonds, of her moaning lust, of her cresting climax, of her body moving in ecstacy, of their forms twined together after exhausting union flooded his mind, and it was just as well that there was no table talk. He was sure his voice wouldn’t have worked.<br/>
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When she rose to lift her plate and take his, he watched her take them back into the kitchen. His beer had still gone untouched, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t want anything muddling the feelings he was having in that moment. What if this became routine? Dinner together, quiet, together, at home. He wanted that more than anything. More than sex. More than money. More than law. He sat at the table listening to his beating heart, feeling the excitement thunder through his veins, and listening to the quiet, determined patience. He was already turning his head toward her when he heard her curse, and saw the soapy water splash up onto her shirt. He rose smoothly, pushed the chair in behind him out of habit, and calmly began unbuttoning his own shirt as he moved toward her. He shrugged out of the white shirt as he was closing the distance, with calm eyes watching the form of her move as she shed the soaked shirt. His eyes took in the black lace, but they didn’t linger long before moving up to her eyes.<br/>
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He smiled, and leaned in to kiss her forehead as he draped his shirt around her. “Of course.” He let his warm gaze rest on hers for a moment before that smile widened just a bit, then he shrugged out of his own shirt that he’d worn underneath the dress shirt. His smile quirked as he matched her nakedness, then he glanced down to her hands as he took the offending bit of clothing from her and set it with his on a dry section of counter. Then he brought that hand back, slipped his fingertips up her neck, slid his hand into her hair and closed the distance between them so she was pressed between the marble counter and his hips, a rock and a hard place. With a hunger lighting his eyes that dinner had done nothing to sate, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers once more.<br/>
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The kiss was passionate, and intense, and excruciatingly slow. He first feathered her lips with his, taking small wisps of breath between brushes, the flicked out lightly with his tongue, just enough to coax her lips apart, and invite hers to a dance. He set his other hand on the flare of her hip, and used his hand in her hair to support her head as he pressed in to deepen the kiss. Her body was searing and so close, and he could feel his hands tighten their grip in an effort to refrain from roaming absolutely all over her skin. His heart was pounding in his chest again, and his hunger was stoked more than slaked, but he kept her question in mind. He withdrew his hand from her hair as he broke away and laid his forehead on hers, panting. “I’ll take care of these,” he said, picking up the shirts. Then he chuckled and glanced down at her hips. “Try not to soak your pants too. I’ll be right back.” Then he kissed her forehead, turned, and moved off to throw her shirt in the dryer, and his in the laundry.<br/>
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When he got back he helped put the rest of the food away, putting his beer back in the fridge, then he slipped his hand into hers. “Come into the living room, I think you owe me a lapdance.” He gave her hand a light tug, then lead them into the living room, next to the dining room. Once they were standing in front of the couch, he lifted her hand to lay on his naked chest, over his pounding heart. “Elizabeth,” he whispered, leaving her hand there and reaching forth with his own to lay his palm over the side of her neck. “I’m as serious about this as I can be. I want you. I’ve never felt quite like this before. I feel like this is a good thing, and I want to chase it. That’s all I know right now. That,” he dropped his eyes from hers to behold her body, “and I want every part of you.” He lifted his eyes back to hers. “You, Elizabeth. Just you and me.” A small curve touched the corner of his lips. “I am a bit frightened. By how much I want you. Is it the same for you?”<br/>
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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elizabeth could've kicked herself for being so clumsy. Really, it was worse when she was so flustered. Adam made her incredibly flustered; there was no way around it. Maybe it was her inexperience, or just the fact that she felt her heart beat so wildly when he approached her, when he was around her. He was... Unlike anything she'd experienced before, and she was swiftly addicted. As he made his way toward her, while shrugging off his shirt, the female stirred ever so slightly in place. Her heart and mind were focused on the very same thing; how incredibly delicious he looked while matching her level of clothing. At first, she wanted to tell him it wasn't needed, but she noticed how he draped his crisp, white shirt over her shoulders. The warmth of his kiss to her forehead brought about a soft sigh of content, "Thank you," Her voice was barely above a whisper.<br/>
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The brunette was about to turn back to the dishes when she noticed how he remained focused on her, even when he'd discarded the clothing. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his finger tips slide up along her neck. The way he curled his hand into her hair notified to her to what he was doing, even more so when he pressed into her, her body locked between his and the counter top. A stifled moan escaped her in a soft vibration through their kiss. He was almost torturing her with how slowly he brushed his lips over hers. When his tongue begged her lips to part, the female almost wanted to make him work harder, but she opened her lips eventually to him. Her tongue was all to keen to brush against his, gradually and playfully caressing his with a clear intent.<br/>
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The way he held her head as they kissed was perfect, she felt so supported and drawn in, safe even. Elizabeth was close to shrugging off his shirt as the heat kept building; a need within her was ignited once again. Just being in his presence was enough, but feeling his hard, muscled form press against her, hold her to him; it was almost too much for her to contain herself. As he broke their kiss, a soft whimper escaped her. As much as he leaned on her forehead, she leaned into his. Once he took the wet clothes, she knew their embrace was over for that moment. "I'll try," The female purred softly, she wanted to debate that she may already have wet them, just a little. From the way he'd kissed her, she'd already grown moist.<br/>
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As he left her, the female leaned against the countertop with a deep gasp. It was crazy. He made her feel insane; the lust, the need, it was all so... new. Sure, she'd felt lust before... but this was something else. He was something else. He was the one she wanted; she'd never wanted a man so much. He was going to be the one that she gave everything to; and the thought was incredibly frightening, and exciting. The brunette took a big swig of her beer before she bit her lower lip in thought. The young woman couldn't help but wonder what it was going to feel like, how good it was going to be. <br/>
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As Adam returned to finish help clearing up, Elizabeth was already putting away the washing up. She'd buttoned up his shirt a little, just to conceal most of her chest. He'd seen her almost naked, so she didn't feel a need to truly cover up. What surprised her was when he took her hand, his words causing a soft laugh to escape her. "Oh, you're right, I do," The female followed rather happily, even her movements were relaxed. What he did next truly surprised her, hinted by the way her large amber orbs expanded. The feeling of his heart beneath the solid wall of his chest almost caused her to stir. The warmth of his hand over her neck caused her to lean into his touch. His words caused joy throughout her body, but she couldn't deny that it scared her. The way he felt, it mirrored just how she felt. Elizabeth wasn't a woman for a night, she clearly hadn't chosen that path and she never would. She was an all or nothing kind of girl, and he was presenting all she'd ever hoped for; loyalty.<br/>
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"It's the same for me," She breathed softly, her gaze lingering up on his as her hand began to brush along his chest, her fingertips toying over his flesh. Of course she'd noticed how he'd said that he wanted all of her; and for once, she didn't feel... awkward. It felt... liberating. To be wanted, to be safe. He was someone she felt she could trust. "Sit down," Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before glancing behind him to admire the couch. It was more than enough room. The boldness and confidence that she'd had at work rose up within her; despite her nerves. Was she even going to tell him how inexperienced she was? She didn't know, she didn't want it to change his image of her. <br/>
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The brunette started to remove the shirt he'd given her, slowly undoing the buttons before she gave a roll of her shoulders, letting the material slide down to the floor. Next, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, using her thumbs to hook around the figure hugging material before she wiggled out of them. There was a grace about her, especially as she stepped out of the pool of denim at her feet. A sleek pair of lace french knickers concealed her bare, slick core. It was just about the same level of clothing she'd had when he'd seen her dance, aside from the fact that if he looked hard enough, he'd see through the gaps in the floral lace.<br/>
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Gently, she placed one leg at his side before shifting the other to ease across his lap before she settled down onto him. There was nothing else in her mind, not a hint of who they were in the school system, or who he'd been with at the club, or even the way the girls fawned over him. All things that would've concerned her, yet she didn't seem to be affected by them. Her insecurities fuelled her concerns, and right now, with him, she had none. "Oh, there is something that I wanted to give you," The female slipped her hands around her back, tracing the straps of her bra. Slowly, she unhooked the clasp and allowed her soft, pillowy mounds to spill free before she shrugged off the garment, casting it to the side. It was as much as she could show him her belly, so to speak. A vulnerability. At work, it was simply work... With a man, it was far more. Her heart was racing in her chest; and it was showing.<br/>
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The flesh of her nipples hardened, perked up toward him as she gazed into his eyes. "You said you wanted all of me, well, I'm right here Mr Holden," Her words were a tender, playful comment as she let a slow smirk grace her lips. "You can endure a dance, or, we can take this somewhere far more comfortable." Her voice trailed off as she edged closer, until her soft mounds pressed against his firm, bare chest. The female's lips kissed and nipped along his jawline. Her confidence was well maintained, a hint of fear still remained, but it was due to the unknown. </span>