You smell like s*x

Stella's point of view.

“Meg, Meg!”

I called as I approached Megan who's dancing, and rubbing off her áss on a hottie.

“Sorry, hottie, my bae is back” she apologized to the hottie as she followed me.

“We must leave this place at once” I told her while dragging her towards the exit.

“Wait, what?” she snatched her hand from me.

My heart beat fast against my chest as I looked around cautiously, which made Megan confused.

“What's going on? Why are you looking around like a criminal?” she asked.

“Uh… I think I just committed murder”

“What?!” she shouted.

“Look, there's no time to explain” I raced to our table and snatched our purses. “Let's just get out of here, and I'll tell you everything later”

Megan didn't ask any more questions, she simply nodded, and we raced towards the exit.

••••••••••

Stella's point of view.

“Pay him, I'll get the door” I told Megan, then I hurriedly alighted the car, and raced towards our door.

I frantically searched for my key in my purse, and opened the door with shaky hands, then rushed in leaving it ajar for Megan who's still paying the cab driver.

Why am I feeling scared? Why do I have this nagging feeling that it isn't over yet between me and Mr huge dîck?

Pushing the thought of Mr huge dîck aside, I carelessly tossed my phone and purse on the table, then strides towards our small refrigerator, then snatched a bottle of water, popped the cover open and began taking large gulps.

The bottle hit my upper lip, and some water spilled on me as I jumped in fright when the door was suddenly slammed shut, then I frowned and threw Megan a harsh glare which she entirely ignored.

“I need you to start telling me what the hèck happened at the club, who did you murder? And I hope he's not an important person, is he?” she bombarded me with questions.

Her left eyebrow was slightly raised, and her arms were folded under her boobs as she waited seriously for an explanation.

I sighed and walked towards her, but sat on a sofa near her.

“Well, I exaggerated earlier” I said.

She narrowed her eyes and I rolled my eyeballs.

“I didn't murder anyone, I only knocked him out, and left”

“You… "

“And I don't know if he's an influential person” I answered her question from earlier, even though I don't know whether he's actually important or not.

Megan glared at me for a brief moment, before sitting on another sofa that's adjacent to mine.

“Why did you knock him out? Wasn't he good enough?” she shook her. “No, you can't knock him out simply because he wasn't good enough, why did you knock him out?”

Breathe, will you… I almost shouted at her, but I shrugged instead and quickly gulped down the remaining water, then tossed the empty bottle on the table.

“He was good, but…" I trailed off, as I couldn't help recall our passionate moment at the club.

He knows exactly how to satisfy a woman, he knows what I wanted even without me asking, and his dîck... oh my fuçking pûssy is getting wet again mere thinking about him.

“But?” Megan's question pulled me back to reality.

I frowned deeply when I recalled the reason I knocked him out.

“He was being too nosy, he wanted more”

“He wanted more?”

Her eyebrows furrowed confused.

“He was keen to know more about me”

“He was keen to know more about… Oh!"

She nodded immediately she understood what I'm talking about, then sighed.

“You could have just walked away instead of knocking him out, you know that, right?”

I moved my eyeballs sideways quickly, then shrugged nonchalantly.

“I'm not going to feel pity for him because he ain't going to die”

“That's heartless of you to say," she said in a scolding tone.

“Screw him, Meg, he was just a good fûck" I got up and snatched my purse and phone. “I'm going to go freshen up”

Megan leaned back on the sofa and nodded in agreement to my words.

“Yeah, you smell like sèx" she commented.

“Screw you!” I said and gave him a middle finger, which she laughed at.

“Prefer rods to holes” she replied and we both laughed at her words.

“Right, what are you doing tomorrow?” she asked after our laugh had died down.

I tilted my head and thought for a brief moment, then shook my head.

“Nothing”

“Great, I've applied for registration into the private lesson for you, and they might call you tomorrow if you're accepted”

She reached for her phone, typed on it for a moment before turning the screen to face me. I squinted my eyes as I read what's written on it, and sighed.

“Thanks, I just hope the teacher is good”

“Girl, I heard he's great” she said.

“A he?”

“Yeah, the teacher's a man” she replied.

A mischievous smile crept up my face, as I bitten my lower lip sexily.

“Nah, I know that look” she gave me a warning glare. “You're anticipating his dîck, right?”

“Fûck yeah!” I exclaimed. “Let's just hope he's cute too, then I'll fuçk him until he's p*ssed out every drop of sperm in him” I said, then dashed towards my room before Megan would scold me.

“She only thinks about dîcks" I heard her grumble before I slammed my door shut.

Of course, I can only think about dîcks because I'm addicted to 'em.

I can't wait for tomorrow, I'm going to see how big that teacher's dîck is, and confirm if he's qualified to be my sèx teacher.