Camilla slept over at Phillips's apartment and went back to hers early the next morning. She felt a little uncomfortable from the after-effects of the MDMA, but two aspirin helped her enough to function effectively for Wednesday, her last day of school before the final exams.
During her free period at school, after studying for her oral test for Mr. Leroy's French class, she went through the halls looking for Mr. Grisham. She saw him--with his back to her. She'd written a small note for him (immediately after learning from her boss's wife at
Luvlee's
that their electrical problems were over), and when she got behind her teacher she put it in his back pants pocket. The hall was empty of people at the time, so she could get away with that, as well as with caressing his behind before walking away. He pulled out the note: it read, "Come to
Luvlee's
tonight and I'll give you a blow job. You can do anal with me in the private room, too. Love, Camilla."
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That night at
Luvlee's
, Camilla could only think of Grisham coming over. She so wanted to revive her passion with her English teacher that she did her floor shows and lap-dances most absent-mindedly. Indeed, there would be some sexual fire between her and her school's faculty that night, but not with Grisham.
Mr. Leroy walked into the strip-tease bar at about 7 PM after hearing rumours about Camilla working there. (Earlier that day, standing by his desk in French class, she'd given him the same cleavage display she'd given Fulson; she'd even 'accidentally' displayed a bit of her panties while lifting up her skirt to scratch her hip. As with Fulson, she also played the role of 'ditzy blonde', a persona she privately called 'Dolly', because she knew it excited him.)
When she saw him walking across the bar looking for a table, she went up to him and they hugged. He may not have been Grisham, but at least he was a man in whom she had a sexual interest. "Hi, sir!" she said with 'Dolly's' high-pitched voice and girlie giggle. True to the character of 'Dolly', with wide-open eyes and a grin from ear to ear, she asked, "I didn't expect to see you here."
He refrained from saying that he
did
expect to see her--
all
of her--there. Instead, he said, "That's a lovely bikini you're wearing."
"Thank you!" she said. "But it's not a bikini; it's my underwear--do you like it?" She pushed out her breasts and behind, and turned around, bending over so he could see her bra and panties from all angles. Now bent all the way over, and with her behind pointed straight at him, she swayed her bottom left to right while looking back at him to see if she was pleasing him.
"It's beautiful," he said. "But it's not what you had on at school today. That underwear is light blue; you were wearing white panties at school today."
Straightening up and turning around, she feigned wide-eyed surprise and asked, "How did you know I wore white underwear at school?" With her chest pushed out, she fidgeted like a little girl, her hips moving side to side.
"In French class today, you pulled up your skirt to scratch your hip, and some of your panties were showing. Some people might think you meant to do that." She giggled in pretend embarrassment.
"You wanna see me naked?" she asked, as if 'Dolly' were a six-year-old innocently asking a new girl friend if she wanted to play hopscotch with her.
"Yes, I do," he said bluntly and with a touch of sexual aggression in his voice.
"OK," she said nonchalantly, and without even waiting till they'd gone into a private room, she casually removed her lace brassiere and panties in front of him and every staring man in the bar, and kicked off her high heels, all as though she were alone in her bedroom. When the bra came off, she wiggled her breasts and had her eyes and mouth wide open, as if getting naked in front of so many leering men were nothing for a young girl to be nervous about. Her boldness, all done with an affected naivete, inspired a big bulge in his pants. She then turned around so he could see all of her. "So, do I look good naked?" she asked, as if she were asking his opinion of a new dress.
"Let me put it to you this way," he said as he looked up and down in amazement at her large breasts, round buttocks and trim pubic hair (which had been growing back rather quickly since Monday morning's shaving). "There should be a law against you ever wearing clothes."
"Thank you," she said while standing with her legs wide apart. Her back was to him, and she bent over to pick up her underwear and heels. She said, "Let's find a private room. Twenty dollars a song; I'll lap-dance you, and you can touch every part of my body--even inside. Just be gentle, OK?" He stared with hungry eyes at her anus and vulva, respectively a tiny chocolate candy atop a strawberry eclair. Looking back up at him and noticing his lustful daze, she stayed bent over so he could continue enjoying a free peak.
After a few seconds more, he snapped out of his lecherous stupor and asked, "Well, are we going?"
"Do you wanna look some more first?" she offered. "I don't mind. You seem interested in what you see." Sweet 'Dolly' wanted to show her ogler some consideration.
"OK, for a few more seconds." He studied every wrinkle and fold on both holes. "OK," he said, she straightened up, and they went in a private room. A new song began, and she sat on his lap, grinding on his erection as he fondled her soft breasts. She accurately estimated his erection at about six and a half inches in length. She was quite fortunate to go to a school with so many well-endowed men.
"Do you like how my body feels, sir?" she asked, always in 'Dolly's' ditzy voice, even though it was obvious to her that he did like it.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned with delight. He knew she was much smarter than she was acting, but he appreciated how she pretended to be slow-witted to enhance his fantasy: it made her seem easier to seduce, even though it was actually
she
who was slowly seducing him. Williams was right! She seemed to have a sixth sense about how to know a man's exact fantasy and
be
it, right in front of him.
She got up and bent over with wide-open legs so her anus and vulva were clearly exposed. She stroked his erection as he fingered her anus, opening and closing it over and over again. Pretending to be naively unaware of the pleasure a man can get from anal sex, she said, "That's what I poop through, sir," in 'Dolly's' high-pitched girlie voice.
"That's right, sweetheart," he panted.