Professor Cline Revealed
go out on a weeknight and prowl clubs, but it was what I needed and after the voicemail I’d received earlier, there was no way of getting around it.
    “Mason, it’s been a while. I’m still waiting. I know you haven’t forgotten.”
    It was a voice I’d longed to forget, but he wouldn’t let me. He’d never be out of my life.
    I could have called Rachel, but this was different. I needed a new conquest. During and after my run, I couldn’t get Emma out of my mind. I kept picturing her curvy, petite frame above mine, riding my cock until ecstasy took over her face. And I craved every minute of it. If I weren’t already fucked-up, I’d think something was wrong with me. I’d never given up control before, but there was something about her I couldn’t get past.
    I made my way into the club Night Shade located downtown. It was a regular for me. It wasn’t in the high-class part of town, but I liked that aspect. I didn’t want to run into people I knew. It didn’t always work that way, but it was rare.  I didn’t wear my typical suit like I did every day when I went out at night. I dressed in jeans and a blue button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I made myself appear approachable. I knew how intimidating I could look in a suit, so I avoided it.
    I nodded to the bouncer as I made my way inside. The place was dim so it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. It had its usual smell of alcohol and sweat, which wasn’t pleasant, but I wouldn’t be there long to endure it.
    Making my way to the bar, I sat at the far end and nodded to Tommy who was making some drinks for customers. He was the bartender and part owner of the club. I’d known him for around three years, ever since the place had opened. He’d noticed me the first night I’d come in. I wasn’t expecting it, but I wasn’t surprised either because when John became famous, so did I. I became an eligible bachelor in the eyes of the media in a matter of twenty-four hours. The young tycoon following in his dad’s footsteps… but they all had it wrong. I was doing everything I could to not follow in his footsteps.
    Tommy handed off drinks to his customers, made his way toward me and smiled as he approached.
    “Hey, man. You on the prowl tonight?” He smirked.
    I never had personal conversations with him, but he wasn’t blind. He knew what I came there for.
    “Gin and tonic,” I replied without answering his question.
    He laughed and walked away to get my drink. He knew he wouldn’t get anything out of me.
    While I waited, I looked around the room. The bar was located on the right, so I had to turn to the left to see the dance floor. There was a railing a few feet away which blocked the dance floor from the bar area and further down to the right were two pool tables.
    I never explored the club, choosing to stay where I was to scope out who I’d want to pick up for the night. There were a variety of people who went to the club. You had the partiers, the college crowd, the girl groups, the guy groups, and the ones who wanted to get laid. The ones who went out to the club by themselves hoping someone would take the bait, and that was exactly what I was looking for.
    Tommy walked back over, setting a napkin down before he placed my drink on top. “Let me know when you want another,” he said before walking off.
    I picked up the drink and took a sip, then turned to look out on the dance floor. A provocative song was playing and the women were putting on a show. I liked to watch what they did when a man would walk up behind them and start rubbing themselves all over.  They usually never turned to see who they were dancing with. They turned and looked in my direction, made eye contact, and danced for me. If there were anything I’d ever thank John for, it’d be my looks. I knew I was attractive, and I used it to my advantage.
    I spotted a brunette in a tight, strapless blue dress. She was dancing alone fairly close to the

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