THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears
glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics
lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over
the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled
and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He
drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide
around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and
clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers
graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He
climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his
fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the
crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the
shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the
stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet
my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore
cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough
hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling
his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate
hard.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Fractured TrustNOAH’S POVLila’s eyes were wide, coffee mug forgotten in her hand as she stared at me across the tinykitchen table. The apartment smelled like burnt toast and her vanilla candle, but the air felt thick,suffocating. She’d seen me. Not just leaving the club performing. On the pole. Half-naked. Andthen walking out with a man who looked like he could buy the whole damn building.“You followed me?” My voice cracked. I sank into the chair, ass still tender from Elliott’srelentless claiming, the ache a constant reminder of how far I’d fallen.“Yeah, I followed you.” Lila set the mug down hard enough to slosh coffee over the rim.“Because you’ve been disappearing every night, coming home smelling like smoke and sweat,dodging questions. I thought you were dealing or something worse. Then I saw you on that stage,Noah. Twisting around that pole like you were born for it. And that guy with the gray eyes andthe suit looked at you like he owned you.”My stomach twisted. “It’s not what you t
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Chapter: Chapter 4: ENEMIES IN THE DARKNOAH’S POVWhen Jax and Marcus slammed the door to the alley behind them, Elliott's fingers were still deepin my leaking hole, pushing his cum deeper inside me.His mouth devoured mine in sloppy,possessive kisses, and his teeth nipped my lower lip until I tasted blood. The cold brick wallscraped my back as he ground against me.I gasped,"They're gone,"but he kept going, his hand wrapping around my cock again and stroking it hard and fast. Thewet sounds of pre-cum on his palm were dirty in the quiet night. He said,"Not gone far enough,"and pulled back just enough to turn me around and face the wall. My thong was long gone, andmy pants were twisted around my ankles from the club. My ass was out and shining. He pulledmy cheeks apart and moved his thumb around my rim before dipping in next to the mess he hadmade."You let that dancer touch you. Flirt with you. In front of me. His voice was thick and dark withjealousy. My cock throbbed harder."Jax is just—""Jax is a problem."
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Chapter: Chapter 3: IN THE AFTERMATHNOAH’S POVMy legs were still shaking, and cum was running down the insides of my thighs when Marcus'swords hung in the air like a lit fuse."Elliott, you weren't supposed to—"The professor's hand got tighter around my waist, and his fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. Icould feel the change in him: his possessive grip turned into a protective one, and his bodytensed up like a coiled spring. Jax stood still a few feet away, his eyes darting between us. Theeasy smile was gone, replaced by something sharper and hungrier. And what about Marcus? Theowner of the club looked like he had just eaten glass."Supposed to what, Hale?"Elliott's voice was cold. Low. Calm to the point of death."Are you supposed to pay for a private dance?"Or are you supposed to find out that you've been running an underage exploitation ring whilepretending to have"private parties"?In just a few seconds, Marcus's face went from red to white. "That's not—listen, this is a mistake.Nyx is legal and consent
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Chapter: Chapter 2: THE PROFESSOR’S BRUTAL CLAIMNOAH’S POVDr. Elliott came on stage while my fingers were still deep in my hole. The VIP room spunaround me, and the hazy purple lights made the men's faces look blurry as they watched from theshadows, cigars forgotten in their hands. My cock was straining against the thong, and pre-cumwas dripping down my shaft like a traitor, but my mind yelled,"Run!"This couldn't be real. My ethics professor, the man whose voice alone made me hard in class,was here, in this den of sin, looking at me like I was prey he had been stalking for months. Hedidn't think twice. One hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of my butt with a wetpop that was way too loud.I gasped as he slammed me chest-first against the pole, and the cold metal bit into my nipplesthrough the harness. My body bent over without my wanting it to."What the fuck—"I started, but his knee pushed between my legs, spreading me wide and grinding hard against myballs until I cried out."Shut up, Nyx,"he growled, his
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Chapter: Chapter 1: THE POWER OF HIS LOOKNOAH’S POVI sat in the back row of the lecture hall, as I always do, with my hoodie pulled low and myglasses slipping down my nose as I pretended to take notes. The room smelled like old books andcoffee, but all I could think about was Dr. Alexander Elliott, who was pacing the front like heowned the whole place.And he might have. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that caught thelight above him and grey eyes that were sharp enough to cut glass. His voice was low and slow,and he talked about power dynamics and moral domination. Every word hit me deep in the gut.He stopped for a moment to let the sentence hang and said,"True power doesn't need force."It just is, and the weaker mind bends to it without knowing why. My pen stopped working in themiddle of a word. My cock moved against the seam of my jeans. I hated how my body hadbecome so predictable around him. One look from those eyes made my belly feel hot and myhole clench on nothing.My nipples go
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