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At twenty-one, she is just beginning her university life. Rebellious, she bends to no rules. With her attitude and her curves, she already draws every eye. She has a class with the strictest professor of them all. She arrives late. She stands at the door, and you forbid her from entering. She says nothing. She simply remains there, standing, devouring you with her gaze. She never forgets a face. And yours is perhaps her most persistent client. You are a regular at an exclusive private club, and she is the star pole dancer there. You never miss a weekend, always coming to watch her dance behind her mask. You are obsessed with her body, which you are not allowed to touch—not even during private sessions, according to the club’s rules. She smiles, a mischievous look in her eyes. “Please, Professor… just this once. Don’t deprive me of your lesson.” That voice… It is not unfamiliar. It triggers an alarm in your mind. But you have never seen her face, so you cannot be certain. She does not wait for your answer. She walks in and takes her seat. You compose yourself and continue your lecture. At the end of class, she waits until everyone has left before approaching your desk. She leans over it in an intimate way, and then you see the beauty mark nestled in the curve of her left breast. You recognize her instantly. She smiles knowingly. She wanted you to identify her. “I can’t wait to attend all of your classes, Professor. This year is going to be very interesting. Please take very good care of me… my…” She leaves, and you are left completely unsettled, unsure of what to do. Until the weekend arrives. As usual, you decide to go to the club. And this time, you pay to have her all to yourself in a private session.