EroticReverie

Vanessa Vancourt …the next day 

It’s Tuesday night and yesterday, while leaving his office after fucking like we wanted to tear each other apart, Professor Stone handed me the invitation. 

Every month professors choose a student from one of their classes, usually a wealthy one that comes from a family that includes alumni of the college. Rarely is a student ever invited based on merit alone. However, I’ve been invited once already by one of my female professors , earlier in the semester , And now, I think I may be one of the first invited because my professor likes to jerk off to my OnlyFans and fuck me in his spare time. 

It’s black tie. It will include every professor, the Dean, a few past alumni, families that make donations, very very large donations. 

Tonight’s get together will be hosted at one of the alumni’s mansions. And when I say mansion, I mean castle. Yup, they own a fucking castle. I Uber to the place and am given pinched brows by the men dressed in suits standing outside to valet guests vehicles. 

But their pinched brows slowly morph from confused stuck up “how dare she arrive in an Uber” looks, to ones that are doing nothing to avoid the shameless way they’re staring at my body. 

I’m wearing a black evening dress made of sequin like material, with thin straps, and a slit up one side at the front , that reaches my mid thigh. Black strappy shoes , and my hair is done up. And while my only fans has made me not have to worry much about money, I wear a fake diamond choker, and a thin “diamond” bracelet. I had earrings in, but didn’t want to over accessorize. My makeup is simple, other than my red lips. It’s darker than my normal red , a deep cherry red matte lip. And the man at the bottom of the steps is eye fucking my mouth like he wants me to paint his dick with my lipstick. 

“I’ve got it.” a voice says as one of the man walks over to offer me his arm and walk me up the steps. My head turns and I see Jordan  , my professor, dressed in a tux , but instead of the cliche white shirt underneath he wears all black. black shirt. Black tux. Red tie. As if he purposely matched my lipstick. 

The other man frowns slightly and steps back. I give him a polite smile and then look to Jordan’s arm. 

“Nice tie.” I say as I slide my hand through his arm and grip his bicep over his tux jacket. 

“A few shades off. But I think you changed the color.” He says and I ignore the little twitch of my lips as he confirms he tried to match it to my lipstick that I always wear. 

“I did.” I answer as we climb the ridiculous rounding steps up onto the main entrance of the castle. 

“That’s quite the dress Vanessa.” He says quietly as we near the top. 

“My school girl outfit was in the laundry. Figured this would have to do.” I say and he chuckles and then turns to me as we reach the top. Two more men waiting to open the doors for us a few yards away as we stand on the circular stone entry patio. I’m sure there’s a fancier name for it. But I’m not a fancy girl. So , patio it is. 

“Is your wife here?” I ask and he smirks slightly. 

“No. I didn’t want to have to be careful with keeping my eyes off you.” He says and I lick the inside of my lips. 

“You still should be careful. You’re my professor. And everyone inside knows you.” I say. 

“I won’t be the only one staring. I think I’m fine.” He says and then holds out his arm again. 

“I don’t really think walking in on your arm is appropriate Professor.” I say as I look at his arm. 

“Ah, we’re going to start being appropriate with one another , are we?” He asks and I cock my brow. 

“It’s your funeral when it gets back to your wife.” I say with a shrug and slip my hand back onto his arm. 

“Will you write me a eulogy?” He asks and I roll my eyes at the fact he’s so blasé about it. 

“Mm, yes, I’ll be sure to tell your close friends and family of your impeccable hydration that makes your cum taste like nothing but bad decisions.” I say and he hums. 

“Such a way with words Miss Vancourt. So much talent that mouth of yours has.” He says as we walk towards the doors and the men pull them open. 

“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll give you a talent show after we’re done here.” I whisper and he lifts his other hand and place it over mine. 

“Might have to take you up on that much sooner than that.” He whispers and I just smile as the people standing around inside come into view. A few passing glances towards our arrival and then going right back to their conversations. A few eyes linger longer , a few brows raise in question, and intrigue at the sight of Jordan with his student on his arm. Are they assuming why he chose to bring me? Are they judging my dress and the slit and the neckline that gives them enough to know the view between my breasts as they sit on my chest , hanging with the fabric draped over them? Do they look at my arm in his and say to themselves “affair”? Probably. At least a few have to be speculating. 

His arm drops slowly and so does mine. I think he’s changed his mind about making me his arm candy, but then his hand splays over my lower back. My bare lower back , his hand glides on the soft skin, a little higher as he ushers me forward. 

I’m just his whore. His secret. But he’s acting like I’m his date. His girlfriend. Even worse. Acting like I’m his wife as he refuses to move his hand even when others clearly stare at the touch while he says his hellos and introduces me to a few people I don’t really know. 

A few other professors give us looks, male professors, probably wondering just where else Jordan’s hand has been on my body, if at all. I can tell by their up and down glances at my dress, my body, that they envy him. I wonder if they too,  have students they secretly fuck. 

“I’d love to be introduced. Who is the wonderful young woman?” A male says. Older. At least older than Jordan. 

Jordan introduces me. It’s the alumni who owns this castle. 

“You look familiar.” He says as his brows move as he ponder where he knows me from. Every sex workers worst nightmare. Hey, I liked showing off. But I liked doing it for strangers. People I’d never see. Or at least people who wouldn’t bring it up if they ever noticed me. 

“I was at the dinner, um, in early fall?” I suggest. 

“Hmm” he hums and his head crooks a bit more and then I realize the exact moment that HE realizes where I’m from. His eyes flicker and there’s a tiny pull of his lips. 

“Yes. That must be it.” He lies and I nod. He clearly wasn’t going to admit that his familiarity came from seeing me naked.

“Well, you’ve never been to a dinner at MY home, I should show you around.” He says. 

I feel Jordan step closer. Its possessive. Stupid is what it is. This man does not know how to operate keeping us a secret. 

“Actually she’s-“ Jordan starts. 

“I’d love that.” I say at the same time and Jordan’s mouth pauses, open and I see the look that this man gives Jordan. 

“I was going to introduce you to-“

“There will be plenty of time for introductions” the man cuts him off. 

“There will also be plenty of time for….tours.” Jordan says and I watch the men have a pissing contest with their eyes. Oh Jesus Christ. 

“I’m sure it will only take a moment.” I say and the. Step from Jordan and look at him with a warning. Act. Normal. My eyes say and I see the pinch of his lips. That hint of a scowl. 

“I’ll get her back to you.” The man smiles at Jordan and then places his hand on the small of my back as well and I just force a smile at him as his eyes gleam with the look of a man who thinks he’s just won something. 

“I’m sorry, I missed your name” I say as people watch me walk away with the host of the night. A few judgy looks from women. And one who glares daggers like I’ve just kicked her puppy and promised to make a coat of its fur. 

“Wellington. Mister, Wellington. But you may call me anything you wish with as pretty as you are.” He whisper as he leans over while walking. As I’m guided through the castle and through a main large room. I realize the reason for the woman’s daggers. When I see a larger than life painting of her standing behind the man beside me. Him in his chair. Looking as entitled as ever with a lift of his chin and her with her hand on his shoulder and a small white dog in her arm.  God, rich people. I swear. 

“Is that your wife?” I ask as I nod the painting as he takes me through the room and out another entrance. 

“Yes.” He says and then we pass several rooms, with his hand sliding down my lower back and over my ass. I tense and stop. 

“I thought it was getting a tour, we’ve passed several rooms.” I say and he smiles as my movement removes his hand. But he steps closer, in front of me. His hand reaching behind me and placing itself directly on my ass as he grins. 

“I have to admit. I have no interest in giving you a tour.” He says. 

“How forward of you.” I say and then lift my hand to his and push it off, but he just claims my ass again. 

“Dont be shy. I’ve already seen what’s underneath this dress.” He grins. 

“I must say, I love a young lady who knows what she’s good at it, and benefits from it.” He says and then is pushing his body forward and pinning me against a wall. 

I’m not scared. Not really. There’s plenty of people just down the hall and I could scream and slap him and be done with it. 

“How much is it for a live showing of your incredible assets?” He grins. 

“You couldn’t afford it.” I say. Even though he clearly can. I was playing with him. Getting off on his audacity and nerve. What was wrong with me? I didn’t want to show this man my body. But also. A man this rich would probably pay and absurd amount just for a look. 

“Try me.” He smirks. 

“Just to look?” I ask with a breath and he cocks his brow. 

“To look. To touch. To fuck.” He says and then is pressing himself into me. Letting me feel that he’s hard and I hate that it turns me on. Hate that I was considering it. Men are stupid, I tell myself. But so am I apparently. 

“Five thousand.” I say and he smirks and licks his lips. 

“One thousand.” He counters and I almost choke. Because I was trying to name a price that was absurd, a price he wouldn’t deem worth it. 

“Five.” I counter and he hums and then grabs my chin softly and tips it up so he can hover his mouth over mine. His breath smells of some kind of alcohol and cigars. 

“Does five get me the honor of cumming inside your beautiful little cunt?” He asks and I swallow and shake my head. 

“How much for that?” He asks and then grabs my jaw and I exhale. 

“Ten.” I say. 

“Done.” He smirks as my eyes widen.

“Let’s go get you filled up darling.” He says as he grabs my jaw harder and I wince. The thousand was a lot of fucking money. It would handle a lot of my debt, or handle my rent for nearly the rest of the year. Apparently I was the whore Professor Stone said I was. Because I nod at him. He grins and then slide his hand behind me and turns me and walks me down the hall further. Into a lounging room with several fancy chairs, a velvet chaise, and deep red leather upholstered couches. There’s a cart of liquor, a few cases beside them. Which I assume are cigars. The room has the smell of them embedded into the air and walls. The door slips shut behind me and his hands are on my shoulders and sliding down my straps. 

“I’d have paid much more for a professional like yourself.” He says and the straps slips off my arms and his mouth grazes my shoulder and her places kisses up over my shoulder and onto my neck. I lean my head to the side. Allowing it to happen. My dress slipping down, over my nipples , straps falling down my arms and I slip my arms out and his hands slide to my side as the fabric lands on my waist and slips until it falls further and hangs on my hips and then drops down to the floor as his hands reach around to cum my breasts. 

I suck in a breath and he groans as his hands squeeze and I close my eyes. it didn’t feel terrible. At least not the touch itself. But what I was doing, didn’t feel as good as it did when it was with Jordan. Even though they were both married men. What’s the difference? You’ve already slept with one married man. This one is going to pay you ten thousand dollars. 

I gasp as the sound of the door opening interrupts his groping and he growls and turns his head and I turn mine. But naked and his hands still on my breasts. 

“Get your hands off of my student.” Jordan says with his jaw clenched. The man huffs a small laugh. 

“Spoken like a professor that’s fucked said student. Am I right? Is she yours?” He taunts him by grazing his fingertips over my nipples and grabbing them. I hiss as he pinches and pulls them. My chest lifting as my back arches against his chest and I whimper. My eyes on Jordan’s as they lock with mine. 

“You’ve fucked her. Haven’t you?” He asks and I don’t even have to look to know he’s grinning at Jordan. 

“She’s an expensive little thing, how do you manage it?” He asks and he slaps my breast and I gasp and he grabs it hard. His other hand around my throat. 

“Or do you get a discount? Do you pay her in good grades?” He asks and Jordan’s mouth twists and the man chuckles 

“I have to admit, ten thousand is nothing , if it means cumming in one this pretty” he groans and then bites my shoulder. 

“You can leave us. I’ll be quick with her.” He says and then Jordan shuts the door and walks over to my dress and picks it up. 

“Let’s go Vanessa” he says and the man grabs me around the middle and tugs me back and laughs. 

“Your wife is in the other room , I really don’t think you-“ Jordan starts. 

“My wife knows what I do Professor Stone.” He chuckles “Does yours?”he says with a threatening tone. 

“Hmm, I suppose she doesn’t, I suppose she doesn’t know you fuck your your students , does she? It’d be a shame for her to learn that information. Don’t you think?” He threatens him further. 

I shake my head at Jordan. 

He steps forward. 

“Threaten me all you want Miles.” Jordan glares. 

“You think I’m bluffing?” The man, apparently named Miles Wellington says. 

“Get out before you make a mistake old friend.” Miles warns. Old friend? They knew each other? 

Jordan grabs my arm and pulls me and I stumble into him and Miles tsks as Jordan shoves my dress to my chest. 

“Get dressed Vanessa.” He says. 

“How IS Beth these days?” Miles asks and I’m pulling on my dress and looking between the two of them. 

“You always do pick the finest women for yourself.” Miles says. 

“A stunning , beautiful wife. And a beautiful little mistress.” Miles grins. 

“So greedy. You never DID like to share , did you?” Miles asks. 

“Though Beth didn’t mind , did she?” He grins at Jordan. 

“Enough.” Jordan growls. 

Miles laughs and then looks at me then back to Jordan. 

“I’m sure Beth will come running back to me once again, when she finds out about this little a secret of yours” Miles says. my brows pinch. 

“I fucked your wife long before you ever did. And I fucked her again, while she wore your engagement ring.” miles says and my jaw drops. 

“And I’ll fuck her again. Your little mistress too.” He says and smirks at me and I scowl at him. What a fucking dick. 

“Tell Beth I said hello, actually don’t, I’m sure I’ll be talking to her soon” He smiles. 

“Youre a fucking dick” I hiss and his brows pop and he laughs. 

“Oh how darling, you found one that doesn’t know her place.” He says and laughs. 

“Do I need to train her like I trained Beth?” Miss grins and I scowl. 

“Fuck you, you ba-“

“Vanessa.” Jordan growls. “Let’s. Go.” He says and snatches my arm. 

“If you need help with her, let me know Stone” the man calls after us and I flinch as Jordan pulls on my arm. 

“Ow, you’re hurting me!” I hiss as he drags me out a different way than the one we came in. 

“Shut up”He growls 

“That man fucked your wife?” I ask. 

“Shut the fuck up Vanessa!” He yells and then I do. I shut up. I shut up till I’m inside of his car and  commanded to put on my seatbelt. 

“Where are we going?” I ask as he takes off. 

“Your place.” He growls. 

“Don’t you want to tell me what-“

“No. Shut up.” He growls. 

“Dont be a fucking asshole to me.” I hiss. 

“So now you’re just anyones whore, huh? God, you’re such a fucking whore. Getting paid to-“

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” I yell because he can call me a whore all he wants when he’s turned on or fucking me. But not now. Not when he’s mad , not when he really fucking means it. 

“Youre a fucking whore!” He yells. 

“So is your fucking wife apparently! You must have a fucking type!” I yell and he lifts his hand and my eyes widen and he shoots me a look as he drives. 

“Shut your fucking mouth. Right now”

“Or what?! You’ll fucking HIT me?! Put your fucking hand down! YOU HIT ME AND I SWEAR TO GOD ITLL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO!” I yell and he growls and slams on the steering wheel as he curses and throws some kind of fucking man tantrum and I cross my arms as he speeds. 

“Slow the fuck down.” I hiss and he growls as he clenches his jaw. But he does. He lowers his speed slowly as he stews in his fucking anger. 

“WE are not a couple. If I want to fuck someone. Whether it be for money or fun, you don’t get a fucking say!” I yell. 

“I sure fucking do” he argues. I huff. 

“Youre fucking delusional” I argue. 

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“You shut yours! I’m sick of hearing your voice!” I yell 

“Fuck you Vanessa”

“Fuck YOU professor!” I yell right back and he laughs. Fucking laughs and shakes his head and then we’re at a red light and his hand reaches over and slides onto my thigh. 

I push it off. 

“Don’t touch me” I hiss. 

“Shut up.” He growls and places his hand back on my thigh. I don’t move it this time. He just rests it there as I sit there and stare at it. Then at him. 

“Will he tell her?” I ask. 

“Maybe. I don’t know.” He says as the light turns green and we drive closer to my apartment. 

“She cheated.” I think say softly. 

“I don’t want to talk about it Vanessa. It was a long time ago.” He says. 

“Is that what I am? Revenge?” I ask. Not angry about it. Just, wondering. 

“No. You’re not revenge. You’re….you are….a gorgeous fucking mistake.” He says and I let a puff of a breath escape my lips. 

“The best fucking mistake I’ve ever made. But a mistake. I’m not…a bad man.”  He says. 

“You never forgave her.” I say and he shakes his head. 

“No.” He admits. 

I slide my hand over his. “Do you want to?” I ask. 

“Yes. But , I never will.”

He says and now I understand, maybe a little bit how a married man like Jordan Stone could cheat on his wife. And that it likely had less to do with me than I originally thought. 

“Stay the night with me.” I say. Surprising myself and he looks at me. Then back to the road. 

We’re silent when he doesn’t agree to stay. We’re silent all the way back to my place and he parks out front. The car still on. 

“Are you coming up?” I ask and he sighs and closes his eyes. 

“I want to.” He says. 

His hand slips off my leg and to the wheel. 

“Goodnight Vanessa” he says. My brows pinch. I should’ve never seduced him, should’ve never slept with him all the times that I have. Because I’d been lying to myself the entire time. And the sinking feeling in my chest proves it. 

“Come upstairs” I say softly and then unbuckle my seatbelt and lean over and place my hands on his chest. 

“If you’re going to toss me aside, then let’s have just one night more” I say. 

“And pay you for it?” He asks. 

“No.” I answer and he looks at me. 

“I don’t want your money.” I tell him and let my nose graze his cheek. I kiss it. 

“Come upstairs with me. Come upstairs with ME …not your whore…but Me” I say and kiss the corner of his mouth and he sighs. 

“You said I’m not your revenge. But I can be….come upstairs with me…let me be your revenge …and let me make love to you…let me ruin your marriage because you know you don’t want it anymore….let me show you how a good wife would ..and should… fuck her husband”