Sleep With My Professor

Chapter4

I was aware that was plainly wrong. I blinked. Sometimes it was awful to listen to Cadic. From what I understood, the guy had never encountered a kink that he did not like.

My hair was somewhat pushed up as a result of his brushing some wax putty through it. making remarks about how I had allowed it to get so gray. I wore a leather jacket over a t-shirt, dark blue trousers, and boots. All of these items were in my closet, but they didn't exactly scream "I'm me," and I wasn't sure it was a leather bar. On Cadic's request, I purchased the garment particularly for a leather bar.

He laughed and said, "You need to look cool, not like you haven't been laid in fifteen years."

I said to him, "You know that's not true. "I already told you I wasn't biting, but the last time I got laid it was right before Christmas and it was with the guy you set me up with."

He gave me a look that I was familiar with. Such a critical queen, he was. I hadn't even told him the true reason I wanted to travel there because I knew that if I did, it would only be a matter of time until he was pressuring me into a forbidden relationship or outlining all the reasons why it was a bad idea. Luckily, Cadic and I were both aware that he would carry out both. As a result, I remained silent throughout.

After shaving off the facial hair on my cheeks and dousing myself in fragrance, I was prepared to see what all the excitement was about.

It was really out in the wilderness. Cadic sped my vehicle. There was a second exit to a location advertised as "Gable Manor" before you turned off to depart, which was twenty minutes' drive from my apartment and along a highway.

We're heading to someone's home, right? As we stepped into a road with substantial trees on each side of it, I questioned. There was a large wrought-iron gate along the road, and automobiles were parked in a row behind it. Lights and a water feature within the home made it come to life.

Cadic grinned. "It's Gable Manor," he said.

"I am a reader."

Then you understand who Gustav Gable is, he said. "This guy had a cat obsession. Like forty years ago, he passed away.

“Wait.” I tightened my face. The question "Is he still in there?"

“No, no. His legacy, however, is. I could stay here for days. I'm amazed you decided to come after all this time, but I guess that's why," he added. It's now owned by another eccentric who essentially exploits it as his own exclusive club. He gave my shoulder a gentle stroke. But don't be alarmed. Since I am a member, you are welcome to visit today.

Unusual given I came here because one of my pupils refused to learn from me, it turned out I had a lot to learn. I was curious as to what made this location unique and why he chose to pay attention to it rather than me.

The gate opened for us when Cadic called his name at the entrance.

Once inside, we parked in a lengthy row with other vehicles and proceeded to the main entrance, which was at the top of some steps and had a large porch. As we moved closer, there was no sound coming from within. Both inside and exterior lighting were beaming on the home, which was lit up.

You're going to adore this, he assured her. These young men dress up. It's similar to Playboy, except animals and humans aren't subject to some old man's whim.

He was accurate. This was exactly the same. The door was opened by a boy wearing the maid's black and white attire. His shaggy black locks were covered in fluffy cat ears, and his face was contoured with highlights and eyeliner whiskers on his cheeks and dazzling pink blush. “Welcome.”

I was amazed. All of this was going on right in front of my eyes.

Other males followed the youngsters while pacing the room in silk robes and almost nothing else. It was one enormous playhouse.

"This is it," Cadic said, taking off his jacket to show a sleek, black harness that was wrapped around his torso. I'll let you go now. Come find me if you want to go, but try to hold out for at least a few hours.

Now that I had a foot in the door, all I needed to do was explore the organization. And I was searching for Esely when I said it.

The kid said, "You're new." I'll explain the rules to you. As Cadic walked away, he put his arm over my. While there isn't a set of guidelines, there are several things we all agree upon. No cell phones. Avoid recording films or taking images of your wife or girlfriend while on the phone. He groaned and shook his head. It's "such a turn off."

“Oh—ok.” I grabbed for my phone in my pocket. Anyhow, it was always set to mute. And what else?

"Go with the flow," he said. The Manor had several rooms, but Lyon, the owner, insisted that using them required consent and that no p*****t could be exchanged. He's never here, so that's not actually followed, and a tip is something we all like.

In front of a doorway, we stopped.

At me, he batted his eyelids.

“A tip?”

"Yep," he said. To provide a service. Just a little bit to let you know how well we're doing.

Cadic had not brought up it. "And do you want a tip?" I quizzed him.

He kept batting his eyelids. Well, I've covered the essentials.

A tongue snap startled both of us. When I glanced around, Esely was decked in costume, complete with attached ears and a matching glitter accent on his face. He rose up and shook his head. “Leave.”