a/n : i would listen to this song while reading this chapter.

Mr. Styles' hand held mine in his, leading me to the chair to sit me down, the bright spotlight that was shined on him now blaring on me.

He smirked as he backed away, beginning to jump enthusiastically to hype the crowd, lifting his hands in the air as if to make them cheer louder.

"Let's give it up for the birthday girl!"

His shouts seemed muffled by the crowd until they surfaced over the excited yells for the show.

The crowd followed his request, the women cheering and clapping for me as I felt a blush arise in my cheeks. I heard Layla's shouts surface over everyone else's, saying "That's my girl! There you go!"

Once the crowd seemed to be pumped up enough, Mr. Styles then turned around to stare me dead in the eyes, his emerald eyes pierced me daggers of green.

It was then that I realized he had black eyeliner traced on his eyes for his show, something he definitely didn't do for school.

It was incredibly sexy.

The song suddenly changed, the mood slowing down as the lyrics spoke loud and clear to Mr. Styles' next actions.

I know we been thinkin' about the same thing..

The male stripper came over closer to me, as if prowling before he slowly unzipped his jeans, slipping them to pool at his ankles.

The same thing..the same thing..

His back was facing the crowd, so they couldn't see his front—except me. His white Calvin Klein underwear was worn tight, and my breath hitched at the sight of the growing sight on his lower half.

So dive in, deep till we drown..

His fern tattoos seemed to act as an arrow to point to the forbidden sin that could never be seen my his student.

Breathe out, breathe in.

He walked slowly to me, the crowd cheering furiously as he circled my chair, my gaze remaining zoned as I stared ahead of me while the song changed its tempo.

Head underwater, keep holding me down..

I stiffened when I felt rough yet gentle hands being placed on my shoulders, the crowd cheering for me as he slid them slowly down my arms, sending chills erupting through my body.

Playing with fire, please don't pull me out..

His hands slid down my arms until they reached my hands that rested in my lap, his fingers barely grazing the inside of my thigh.

We've waited too long, want you right now..

He then placed a firm hand on top of my hands that rested in my lap, making the crowd think he was just holding them but really, he was easing my legs apart.

Anything you want, anything you want..

He walked around my chair to rest his palms on either armrest, caging me in as he leaned in closely to my face to pierce into my soul with his eyes, as if communicating the lyrics of the song to me.

He then pushed himself off of the armrests to stand up to tighten his tie quickly, and without ever breaking eye contact, he straddled me lightly, not completely, but enough.

My breathed hitched as I could feel him as he sat on my lap, my cheeks surely flushing to the reddest of shades. 

The crowd went wild for the stripper's teases, watching as Mr. Styles ran his hand through his tussled yet perfect hair.

Sign your name across my body..

He reached down to grab my hands to guide them to his chest that was decorated with his tattoos, my eyes widening as he kissed my knuckles before moving to place them on his firm chest.

"Get it, Rosé!" Layla's shouts of encouragement only made my flustered blush worse.

Mr. Styles found himself grinding wildly against me, his lips curling into a smirk as he found my reaction amusing.

My jaw dropped, my eyes widened as his almost bare lower half was being flaunted only inches from my face, earning shouts from the crowd as the stripper stuck his tongue out playfully yet seductively.

Lose your innocence..

The lyrics of the song seemed perfectly applicable in this situation, my view of my teacher now completely changed forever.

I found myself become oddly aroused as he decided to come hover over my lap again, his darkened eyes now a shade of emotion I've never seen before.

I can feel it leave your body..

Then, he began grinding slowly, keeping his eyes engaged in the trance that he had placed over me. His groin brushed against inner thighs, making a shuttered breath escape my slightly parted lips.

3 in the morning..

The stripper stopped his grinds against me to stand and continue his advances to then grasp at the sash that was hung around my shoulders, labeling that it was my birthday.

He flashed me a mischievous grin at my nervous reaction. This man knows exactly what he's doing to me.

If you wanna blame it on me..

He then began lifting the sash to bring it over my head to clench it in his hands, now in his possession.
He opted to instead place the sash over my eyes, the darkness leaving me completely vulnerable to anything stunt he planned to pull.

Heat of the moment..

I could feel his presence walk away from my chair, my tongue finding its way around my lips as I felt his presence return, and this time, the crowd cheered for him to continue whatever he was doing.

I then felt broad hands grasp at mine to hold, and I could feel the shivers from his touch spread all over my body like a virus.

Suddenly, my hands were being lifted by the stripper to be placed somewhere on his body, and it was sleek with some sort of liquid.

God knows what it was, but I could tell he trailed my handed starting from his toned abdomen, all the way down to his—

We could fuck up my apartment..

My cheeks flushed. I couldn't take this intense mystery anymore.

I reached to lift my sash that acted as the blindfold, the lights causing me to squint for a moment before I finally focused on where my hand was placed.

I realized that the liquidy substance was oil that he had lathered on his body, and god was is sexy.

I realized that he placed my hand on his lower v-line, dangerously close to his golden package that was enclosed by his Calvin Klein's.

My breath hitched as the stripper saw me peek, and he smirked deviously.

And in one swift motion, he moved my hand lower to touch the shape that was protruding from his underwear.

We're just getting started.

I thought strippers weren't supposed to do that.

My cheeks reddened a thousand times darker, but since Mr. Styles' back was faced towards the audience, no one saw what he was making me touch.

Fuck. It was oddly sexy, and I was turned on by every movement his body took.

You can't lie, I know how you feel..

But that was his job.

The crowd's cheers only continued blindly, not seeing the stripper as he made me feel him up, and oddly enough, I wasn't completely opposed to it.

About me..about me..

Then, almost as soon as he began, his body was pulled away from my touch as the song's beats came to a slower end.

Weirdly, I didn't want it to end. I wanted to feel him again.

But the loss of his touch suddenly made reality hit me.
This can't be happening. I just felt up my Biology and Chemistry teacher.

And I liked it.

You're nervous, tonight isn't real..

But don't we..don't we.

My breath found itself again, the way he took it was surprising. I've never done anything like that, and it was addicting.

Mr. Styles' gaze with me never broke its hot lock as he walked over to the side of my chair to pick up one of the two water bottles that stood next to his oil.

He opened the cap, taking a short drink before lifting the bottle, spilling some of the water all over his curly hair while it slipped along his bare chest.

It was breathtaking.

He then took some more of the water to flick it vigorously at me, strangely arousing me as his head banged with the beat of the song.

He then turned to the audience to flick the last remaining remnants all over the hot flustered women in the crowd, their cheers earning a smile from the stripper.

For what I assumed to be his big finale, he then turned to pick up the last water bottle, sending me a wink before walking to the center of the stage, facing me while he took a drink of water.

Lose your innocence.

With the last deep beat of the song, Mr. Styles then looked up, he bent his knees and with a pelvic thrust with clenched fists at his side, he shot the water like a spout into the air above him.

It was mesmerizing.

He then stood there, the crowd going wild behind him as he kept this lustful eye contact with me that sent me going wild, my thighs clenching together.

He sent one last wink before the song came to its final end, and he stood tall as his curly wet hair hung over his eyes, droplets dripping down his cheeks.

He walked over to me, helping me up from my chair while also aiding me with my sash to put it back around my shoulders.

"Let's give one last round of applause for the birthday girl!" Mr. Styles yelled, the crowd clapping and cheering for me.

Mr. Styles then helped me to exit the stage, stopping at the far end where the short stairs began and the guards waited to escort me.

My cheeks were already hot and I was already aroused, so it didn't make it any better when Mr.Styles leaned in to my ear.

"I hope you had a good birthday, Rosé.." He whispered huskily into my ear, sending the shivers straight down my body.

Jesus Christ.

I did.

I walked off the stage, feeling Mr. Styles' hand leave my grasp as I was escorted by the guards back to Layla.

She was excited for me, saying how hot the performance looked up there and how she wouldn't mind doing one too.

But I just couldn't focus on her words.

I could no longer see any trace of my teacher in this man's alter career, and only saw the erotic stripper. I don't think I'll ever see him the same way.

And I was okay with that..

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Author's Note :

wow imagine getting a lap dance from harry styles i wish..

like i mentioned before, this story will feature heavy mature content as it is considered erotic, more than my other books.

please, let me know what you think of this story so far!

there is SO much more to come!!

stay tuned ;)

xo..kay

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