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“Tonight’s lesson is centered on seduction. You wanted to practice attracting the opposite sex, flirting, yes?”
She nods, chewing on her lower lip.
“Do you see that man at the end of the bar?” The guy is in his mid-thirties, decent looking, and dressed in a suit and tie. No ring, nursing a bottle of beer in front of him. Basically, an easy target.
She nods.
“I want you to finish your wine. Walk over there, stand near him with your empty glass. Make eye contact, only briefly, then look away.”
She swallows heavily, her cheeks brightening. The idea of this intimidates her, yet somehow I know she’ll follow through. “Okay. And then what?”
I stroke her cheek, encouraging her bravery. “He’ll start up a conversation with you. Be polite, but don’t be too eager.”
“Wait.” She holds up her hand. “How do you know he’ll start up a conversation with me?”
“He will. And he’ll offer you another drink. Think it over, and then accept. Don’t be too enthusiastic. You don’t need him. You don’t need a man at all, do you understand me?”
“But that’s why I came to you. I want—”
I stop her mid-sentence. “Men can smell desperation a mile away. If he thinks you’re aching for a ring on your finger and 2.5 kids, he’ll disappear so fast your head will spin.”
She frowns, and I suspect that my little overeager kitten has been going about things all wrong. Boldly making conversation, laughing at every bad joke, nodding along and agreeing to just about anything.
Fuck that. She is a delicacy to be savored. I want to breathe in her every breath, feel her skin warm beneath my hands, and know her moans of pleasure are because of me. And I want to fucking work for it. It’s all in the chase. The submission is that much more beautiful when I have to work to make it happen.
“Talk with him for a few minutes, but let him take the lead. He’s the man, for fuck’s sake. I want you to practice flirting.”
“I’m not good at flirting,” she says.
My impish grins tells her that’s the entire point, and when realization dawns, Brielle narrows her eyes.
“Your goal is to leave him wanting more. The old saying about giving away the milk for free? Let’s just say it’s entirely true. Leave him rock hard and breathless. Trust me, he’ll be itching to call you.”
She downs the remainder of her wine in a single gulp. “Wish me luck,” she says, rising to her feet.
She’s taller than I recall, and I look down to see her gracefully arched feet enhanced by black stilettos. “You won’t need it,” I mutter.
Brielle smirks and lets her long legs carry her over toward him, then does just as I’ve instructed. She stands beside him as if she’s waiting for the bartender to notice her empty glass, and as I’ve predicted, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Douchey is already eyeing her up. He’s practically fucking salivating.
He asks her to join him, motioning to the empty stool beside him. Brielle, my good little student, takes a moment to think it over rather than immediately agreeing.
She’s a pleaser, and that’s her problem. I want to teach her to stand on her own two feet, to realize her own worth, and make a man work for her affections. No man wants a pushover. He wants the deep satisfaction that comes from conquering what hasn’t been conquered before.
After a few minutes, she has a fresh drink in front of her, and she’s smiling as she listens to something he says. She’s attentive and interested, but only mildly so. He has to work for it, exactly as he should. I expect Brielle’s eyes to dart occasionally over to mine, seeking approval, or just to check that I’m watching, but she doesn’t look over even once. It bothers me more than it should.
Soon, she’s leaning closer to him on the bar, openly laughing. As I watch them interact, I find myself wishing for something stronger than club soda. She’s just a client, so my reaction is out of place. We hardly know each other yet.
Perhaps that’s all it is—we’ve barely cemented our relationship, however brief it may be, and she’s already off trying to please another man. That won’t do. I haven’t even gotten to sample the goods yet, and there’s no way this douche is going to before me. We have an agreement. She’s mine for six sessions.
Impatiently I watch them, waiting for an excuse to haul her ass out of here.
Her eyes are trained on him, and his hand is at her elbow. She removes her cell phone from her purse, and…the fuck? She’s punching his number into her phone.
I rise and stride toward her, my vision blurred with the need to get her alone. My hand at her lower back surprises her, and she jumps slightly at my touch.
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“Tonight’s lesson is centered on seduction. You wanted to practice attracting the opposite sex, flirting, yes?”She nods, chewing on her lower lip.“Do you see that man at the end of the bar?” The guy is in his mid-thirties, decent looking, and dressed in a suit and tie. No ring, nursing a bottle of beer in front of him. Basically, an easy target.She nods.“I want you to finish your wine. Walk over there, stand near him with your empty glass. Make eye contact, only briefly, then look away.”She swallows heavily, her cheeks brightening. The idea of this intimidates her, yet somehow I know she’ll follow through. “Okay. And then what?”I stroke her cheek, encouraging her bravery. “He’ll start up a conversation with you. Be polite, but don’t be too eager.”“Wait.” She holds up her hand. “How do you know he’ll start up a conversation with me?”“He will. And he’ll offer you another drink. Think it over, and then accept. Don’t be too enthusiastic. You don’t need him. You don’t need a man at all, do you understand me?”“But that’s why I came to you. I want—”I stop her mid-sentence. “Men can smell desperation a mile away. If he thinks you’re aching for a ring on your finger and 2.5 kids, he’ll disappear so fast your head will spin.”She frowns, and I suspect that my little overeager kitten has been going about things all wrong. Boldly making conversation, laughing at every bad joke, nodding along and agreeing to just about anything.Fuck that. She is a delicacy to be savored. I want to breathe in her every breath, feel her skin warm beneath my hands, and know her moans of pleasure are because of me. And I want to fucking work for it. It’s all in the chase. The submission is that much more beautiful when I have to work to make it happen.“Talk with him for a few minutes, but let him take the lead. He’s the man, for fuck’s sake. I want you to practice flirting.”“I’m not good at flirting,” she says.My impish grins tells her that’s the entire point, and when realization dawns, Brielle narrows her eyes.“Your goal is to leave him wanting more. The old saying about giving away the milk for free? Let’s just say it’s entirely true. Leave him rock hard and breathless. Trust me, he’ll be itching to call you.”She downs the remainder of her wine in a single gulp. “Wish me luck,” she says, rising to her feet.She’s taller than I recall, and I look down to see her gracefully arched feet enhanced by black stilettos. “You won’t need it,” I mutter.Brielle smirks and lets her long legs carry her over toward him, then does just as I’ve instructed. She stands beside him as if she’s waiting for the bartender to notice her empty glass, and as I’ve predicted, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Douchey is already eyeing her up. He’s practically fucking salivating.He asks her to join him, motioning to the empty stool beside him. Brielle, my good little student, takes a moment to think it over rather than immediately agreeing.She’s a pleaser, and that’s her problem. I want to teach her to stand on her own two feet, to realize her own worth, and make a man work for her affections. No man wants a pushover. He wants the deep satisfaction that comes from conquering what hasn’t been conquered before.After a few minutes, she has a fresh drink in front of her, and she’s smiling as she listens to something he says. She’s attentive and interested, but only mildly so. He has to work for it, exactly as he should. I expect Brielle’s eyes to dart occasionally over to mine, seeking approval, or just to check that I’m watching, but she doesn’t look over even once. It bothers me more than it should.Soon, she’s leaning closer to him on the bar, openly laughing. As I watch them interact, I find myself wishing for something stronger than club soda. She’s just a client, so my reaction is out of place. We hardly know each other yet.Perhaps that’s all it is—we’ve barely cemented our relationship, however brief it may be, and she’s already off trying to please another man. That won’t do. I haven’t even gotten to sample the goods yet, and there’s no way this douche is going to before me. We have an agreement. She’s mine for six sessions.Impatiently I watch them, waiting for an excuse to haul her ass out of here.Her eyes are trained on him, and his hand is at her elbow. She removes her cell phone from her purse, and…the fuck? She’s punching his number into her phone.I rise and stride toward her, my vision blurred with the need to get her alone. My hand at her lower back surprises her, and she jumps slightly at my touch.
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Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:[Salinan]
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"Pelajaran malam ini berpusat pada rayuan. Anda ingin berlatih menarik lawan jenis, menggoda, ya? "
Dia mengangguk, mengunyah bibir bawahnya.
"Apakah Anda melihat orang itu di ujung bar?" Pria itu berusia pertengahan tiga puluhan, layak mencari, dan mengenakan jas dan dasi. Tidak ada cincin, menyusui sebotol bir di depannya. Pada dasarnya, target yang mudah.
​​Dia mengangguk.
"Saya ingin Anda untuk menyelesaikan anggur Anda. Berjalan di sana, berdiri di dekat dia dengan gelas kosong Anda. Lakukan kontak mata, hanya sebentar, kemudian berpaling. "
Dia menelan berat, pipinya cerah. Ide ini mengintimidasi nya, namun entah bagaimana aku tahu dia akan menindaklanjuti. "Baiklah. Lalu apa? "
Aku membelai pipi nya, mendorong keberaniannya. "Dia akan memulai percakapan dengan Anda. Bersikaplah sopan, tapi jangan terlalu bersemangat. "
"Tunggu." Dia mengangkat tangannya. "Bagaimana Anda tahu dia akan memulai percakapan dengan saya?"
"Dia akan. Dan dia akan menawarkan minuman lain. Memikirkannya, dan kemudian menerima. Jangan terlalu antusias. Anda tidak perlu dia. Anda tidak perlu seorang pria sama sekali, kau mengerti? "
"Tapi itu sebabnya aku datang kepada Anda. Saya ingin-"
Aku menghentikannya tengah kalimat. "Pria bisa mencium putus asa mil jauhnya. Jika dia berpikir Anda sakit untuk sebuah cincin di jari Anda dan anak-anak 2,5, dia akan menghilang kepala Anda begitu cepat akan berputar. "
Dia mengerutkan kening, dan saya menduga bahwa kucing terlalu bersemangat kecil saya telah terjadi tentang hal semua salah. Berani membuat percakapan, tertawa setiap lelucon yang buruk, mengangguk bersama dan menyetujui apa saja.
Persetan itu. Dia adalah kelezatan akan menikmati. Aku ingin bernapas dalam dirinya setiap napas, terasa hangat kulitnya di bawah tangan saya, dan tahu erangan kenikmatan yang karena aku. Dan saya ingin sialan bekerja untuk itu. Ini semua dalam pengejaran. Pengajuan adalah bahwa jauh lebih indah ketika saya harus bekerja untuk mewujudkannya.
"Bicara dengan dia selama beberapa menit, tapi biarkan dia memimpin. Dia pria, demi bercinta itu. Saya ingin Anda untuk berlatih menggoda. "
"Aku tidak pandai menggoda," katanya.
nyengir nakal saya mengatakan kepadanya itu seluruh titik, dan ketika fajar realisasi, Brielle menyempit matanya.
"Tujuan Anda adalah untuk meninggalkan dia menginginkan lebih . Pepatah lama tentang memberikan susu gratis? Anggap saja itu sepenuhnya benar. Biarkan dia rock keras dan sesak napas. Percayalah, dia akan gatal untuk menelepon Anda. "
Dia turun sisa anggur di sebuah teguk. "Doakan aku beruntung," katanya, naik ke kakinya.
Dia lebih tinggi dari saya ingat, dan saya melihat ke bawah untuk melihat dia berdiri anggun melengkung ditingkatkan dengan stiletto hitam. "Anda tidak akan membutuhkannya," gumamku.
Brielle menyeringai dan memungkinkan kaki yang panjang membawanya lebih ke arahnya, kemudian melakukan seperti yang saya sudah diinstruksikan. Dia berdiri di sampingnya seolah-olah dia menunggu bartender untuk melihat gelas kosong, dan seperti yang telah saya prediksi, Mr. Tall, Dark, dan douchey sudah mengincar tubuhnya. Dia praktis sialan air liur.
Dia meminta dia untuk bergabung dengannya, menunjuk ke bangku kosong di sampingnya. Brielle, mahasiswa kecilku yang baik, mengambil waktu untuk memikirkan hal itu bukan langsung menyetujui.
Dia pleaser, dan itulah masalahnya. Saya ingin mengajarinya untuk berdiri di atas kedua kakinya sendiri, untuk mewujudkan nilai sendiri, dan membuat karya manusia untuk kasih sayang nya. Tidak ada orang yang ingin pushover. Dia ingin kepuasan mendalam yang berasal dari menaklukkan apa yang belum ditaklukkan sebelumnya.
Setelah beberapa menit, dia memiliki minuman segar di depannya, dan dia tersenyum sambil mendengarkan sesuatu katanya. Dia penuh perhatian dan tertarik, tetapi hanya sedikit sehingga. Dia harus bekerja untuk itu, persis seperti yang seharusnya. Saya berharap mata Brielle untuk panah sesekali ke tambang, mencari persetujuan, atau hanya untuk memeriksa bahwa saya menonton, tapi dia tidak terlihat lebih bahkan sekali. Ini mengganggu saya lebih dari yang seharusnya.
Segera, dia bersandar lebih dekat dengan dia di bar, secara terbuka tertawa. Seperti yang saya menonton mereka berinteraksi, saya menemukan diri saya berharap untuk sesuatu yang lebih kuat dari soda. Dia hanya klien, sehingga reaksi saya keluar dari tempat. Kami hampir tidak mengenal satu sama lain belum.
Mungkin itu semua itu adalah-kita hampir tidak disemen hubungan kami, namun singkat mungkin, dan dia sudah off berusaha untuk menyenangkan laki-laki lain. Itu tidak akan melakukannya. Aku bahkan belum mendapatkan sampel barang belum, dan tidak ada cara douche ini akan depanku. Kami memiliki kesepakatan. Dia milikku selama enam sesi.
Dengan tak sabar aku melihat mereka, menunggu alasan untuk mengangkut pantatnya keluar dari sini.
Matanya dilatih pada dirinya, dan tangannya di sikunya. Dia menghilangkan ponselnya dari tasnya, dan ... fuck? Dia meninju nomor ke dalam telepon.
Aku bangkit dan melangkah ke arahnya, visi saya kabur dengan kebutuhan untuk mendapatkan dia sendiri. Tangan saya di punggung bawahnya kejutan, dan dia sedikit melompat di sentuh saya.
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