Third person’s point of view.
“Fuçk!” Ferguson cursed as he slowly opened his eyes, and massaged the back of his head gently.
He sat up and looked him, only to find himself sitting on the ground, with his phone and wallet laying on the ground next to him.
He frowned as he recalled what had happened earlier, then inhaled sharply and let out a short chuckle.
“She’s the first woman to beat me in my own game, what a fuçking badass she is” he muttered under his breath. “But she was a great fuçk” he smirked.
He reached for his phone when he heard it ringing, and checked the caller’s ID before sliding the answer button.
“Rob?”
“Where are you, Mr Alfonso?” Rob’s voice popped up. “I’ve been looking for you all night” he added.
“All night?” Ferguson asked.
Then he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time, but he let out a relief sigh when he realized it’s just 11:51pm.
“Wait for me in 

Stella’s point of view.
My mouth fell open as I watched him take predatory steps towards me, his lust filled eyes stared directly in my surprised eyes, and I couldn’t help but squirm on the bed as I anticipated the things he's gonna do to me.
“You think you can run away from me? You think you can hide?” he growled in low, but very deep voice.
With each step he took forward, I’d crawl a step back until my back hit the headboard, and I realized I have no where to run to now.
He climbed onto the bed, then lunged at me like a lion lunging at its prey, we locked gaze for a moment before he grabbed my blouse, and aggressively tore it revealing my two big breasts.
He grabbed them in his hands and aggressively massaged them, then took my right breast in his mouth and sucked and bite my nipple teasingly.
Then he moved away from there, he grabbed my pant together with my white panty, and dragged t

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 in confusion.
“What’s
going on? Why are you looking around like a criminal?” she asked.
“Uh..
I think I just committed murder”
“What?!”
she shouted loudly.
“Look,
there’s no time to explain” I raced to our table and snatched our purses.
“Let’s just get outta here and I’ll tell you everything later”
Megan
didn’t ask anymore 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 completely ignored.
“I
need you to start telling me what the hèck happened at the club, who did you
murdered? 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 important person” I answered her question from earlier,
even though I don’t know if he’s actually important or not.
Megan
glared at me for a short 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 in confusion.
“He
wanted to know more about me”
“He
wanted to know more about… Oh”
She
nodded immediately she understood what I’m talking about, then sighed.
“You
could have just walk away instead of knocking him out, you know that right?”
I
moved my eyeballs sideways quickly, then shrugged nonchalantly.
“I’m
not gonna feel pity for him because he ain’t gonna 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 gonna 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 has died down.
I
tilted my head and think for a brief moment, then shook my head.
“Nothing”
“Great,
I’ve applied for registration into the private lesson for ya, 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 bite 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 untill
he’s pissed out every drop of sperm in him” I said, then dashed towards my room
before Megan would scold me.
“She
only think 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 gonna see how big that teacher’s dîck is, and
confirm if he’s qualify to be my sèx teacher.
 

Third person’s point of view.
“Fuçk!” Ferguson cursed as he slowly opened his eyes, and massaged the back of his head gently.
He sat up and looked him, only to find himself sitting on the ground, with his phone and wallet laying on the ground next to him.
He frowned as he recalled what had happened earlier, then inhaled sharply and let out a short chuckle.
“She’s the first woman to beat me in my own game, what a fuçking badass she is” he muttered under his breath. “But she was a great fuçk” he smirked.
He reached for his phone when he heard it ringing, and checked the caller’s ID before sliding the answer button.
“Rob?”
“Where are you, Mr Alfonso?” Rob’s voice popped up. “I’ve been looking for you all night” he added.
“All night?” Ferguson asked.
Then he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time, but he let out a relief sigh when he realized it’s just 11:51pm.
“Wait for me in the parking lot, I’ll be there in a few” he instructed.
“Yes, sir” Rob replied and hanged up.
Fergus

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