Instinctive

Instinctive

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Luna Toretto has had a crush on a Mr. Nathan Kindred. One day at work everything changed when he walked in grabbed her and took her to his place. He was the reason she was who she was and now it's his turn to learn. And Luna's to teach.(Re-written)

Summary

Luna Toretto has had a crush on a Mr. Nathan Kindred. One day at work everything changed when he walked in grabbed her and took her to his place. He was the reason she was who she was and now it's his turn to learn. And Luna's to teach.(Re-written)

Chapter1 (v.1) - Instinctive

Author Chapter Note

Luna Toretto has had a crush on a Mr. Nathan Kindred. One day at work everything changed when he walked in grabbed her and took her to his place. He was the reason she was who she was and now it's his turn to learn. And Luna's to teach.

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Submitted: July 05, 2013

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Authors Note: This is my first story ever. Please give me feedback both good and bad but before you start you should know I struggle ending things so this may be long. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me any ideas on what you think should happen. 

I sighed as I walked up to the shimmering curtain. The curtain separated me clad in fish nets, lace bra and panties, and garters, from the pole that I would display myself for all the guys and lesbians in the strip club. The act before me, Pearl had just finished off, “As always Moonglow leave them moonstruck.” I had known Pearl since I was 15 and I started working at Mystic. She was always very supportive of my choice to dance, as long as I didn’t take her schtick of being the only girl to go totally nude. I smiled back at her as I waited a silently adjusting my bra and fish net stockings.  When I heard, “Please pull out your money out, and welcome to the stage the beautiful, exotic, sexy, Moonglow.” The announcer drew out my name; I smiled at the name I had given the announcer those few years ago. The name came from one of my friends.  Annie is really into old school TV and started calling me that when she found out my real name was Luna.

I walked out as if I were Jessica Rabbit. I began climbing, twisting, twirling and tempting. I know what I had to work with DDD breasts, a small waist, and long smooth creamy legs. Unlike Pearl my schtick was to treat my dancing with grace and flexibility and treat my stripping closer to burlesque, in that when articles came off you never saw any of my naughty bits, just around them.  As I went on tempting and drawing out lust from I audience I caught a glimpse of a familiar face I froze trying to process it when I heard somebody shout, “Why’d you stop?!” I shook my head clearing it and got back in the right frame of mind and blocked everything out as I continued to dance.

As my set ended I walked off the stage smiling. If only these guys and girls knew the truth. The fact that the way I looked wasn't me. All of a sudden I heard Marge the club owner shouting; “You can’t go back there!!” the shouting pulled me out of my own world and stopped me from fixing my smudged eyeliner. I heard a gruff, “The hell I can’t.”  I turned to come face to face with the familiar face from the audience.

“Mr. Kindred… what are you doing here?” I was face with my 9th grade world geography teacher. Pearl walked out of the bathroom in her white satin kimono, looking between Mr. Kindred and I cleaning her nose. “Moon is this man hassling you?” I shook my head. “Okay good because he’s a cutie, and I’m gonna go up  to the loft to chill before the next set.” Pearl left Mr. Kindred and I alone what was this man doing here. This was the man that I had my fist crush on, the man who made me wet for the first time. Granted he was unaware of this crush but my body was fully aware and responded without my say so. The close proximity made be pool between my legs immediately.

“Taking you home.” He was furious. I felt his strong grip on my upper arm pull me toward the back door I tripped in my heels. Expecting to hit the ground I put my hands out. His arms encircled my waist keeping me from falling, “You get your damn hands off of her!” Marge had her shot gun pointed at him. Once I was balanced he let go of me and held his hands up in surrender.

“Marge, don’t worry he won’t hurt, rape, or kidnap me…” I looked at him with a questioning look. “Right?” He smiled at my joke. “Yeah, you’re safe with me.” Marge looked between us and smiled, “Y’all are a cute couple. Why haven’t I met him before Luna?” I looked at him then back to her I let out a small laugh. “No we are not a couple, he’s my teacher.”

“Doll, should I be worried your teacher is looking at you like he wants to eat you and protect you… and he’s seen you borderline naked.” I looked down blushing at her southern drawl. Mr. Kindred grabbed me again roughly.”Ah, Ah, Ah, you ain’t gonna be grabbing this girl or looking at her until she’s in something more than nipples stickers and a thong.” I looked at him and he was looking annoyed and angry, “M-m-mr. Kindred just close your eyes for two seconds.” He shut them and I quickly put on my bra and the underwear I had on that covered the thong but didn’t cover much else, nor did my bra, but it’d have to do. “Okay, I guess you can open.” Marge had left us in the dressing room while I was getting “dressed”.

He looked me over shaking his head, “Luna we’re leaving grab your things your 17 you shouldn't even know about places like this.” I quickly grabbed my flannel and purse. My instincts and body wanted me to do whatever he said. I wanted to please him instinctively for some odd reason. Marge peaked in to the dressing room smiling from ear to ear, “You have fun you two.”

He pulled me through the alley in the back to the parking lot. Him guiding me by arm made it difficult to button my flannel. But I had buttoned it to the base of my bra while walking quickly in heels, and not falling when we reached his car. It was a beautiful vintage spyder, He opened the door and practically threw me in. The loss of his touch made me realize how badly I wanted to feel it again. When he got into the drivers sear I could feel my heart accelerate from how close we were.

I tried to steady my breath as we sat in his car. But, my stupid body had a mind of its own it was thriving with the close proximity to Mr. Kindred. “What were you doing there?” I could tell he was still seething in anger but I couldn’t help but be snarky.

“As you can tell by my formal attire I was there for a ball.” He turned to me and I could tell all I did was piss him off more. “Fine, if you must know I work there from time to time.”

“Why would you work at a place like that you go to an all girls school that promotes feminism and there you are striping in front of strange men. Your better than that, you are smart use your brain not your body to make money.”  He took a deep breath and I could tell his anger had turned in to disappointment.

 I felt bad for disappointing him. A sudden wave of sadness came over me and all of my insecurities flooded back. Along with the insecurity all the memories of when I was inadequate flooded back.  Tears began to brim, “I’m sorry, but I was pretty enough for the job. It made good money, and I was tired of being groped when I worked at Hooters. At least there if anybody touches or comes near me and makes me uncomfortable they have to stare down the barrel of a shot gun... just like you did earlier.” I covertly wiped a tear that slipped out I tried to convert my insecurities into anger. “Besides if that place is so bad why were you there? it probably wasn’t so bad until I came out.”

“An old friend of mine is getting married. He said he wanted to go to a strip club and I googled one and Mystic popped up. I read the reviews said everybody there was hot especially…” his jaw tightened as he continued. “a girl called Moonglow, who turned out to be you.”

I couldn’t hide my smile it was nice to be thought of as a beautiful entity, a goddess of sorts. “What did you read about me?”

“I’m gonna ignore that question. Where do you live I want to ask your mom if she knows what you’re doing?” I looked over and smirked.

“Do you really think I’d be able to stay out this late if she were here? She’s in Ireland or something with a friend she won’t be back till thanksgiving break.” He looked at me curiously.

“You’re going to be alone for four months? That’s not safe especially when you work dressed like that. There are creepers everywhere. They can follow you home and you could be in a lot of danger.” I smiled at him. How could he be so kind after being so mad at me?

“I’ll be fine I own pepper spray and Marge drops me off usually. Besides I have no one to stay with.” He looked at me.

“What about your friends?” I looked down at my fishnet and garter clad legs and  thighs.

“Everybody’s out of town so I’m alone. Worst part is I’m turning eighteen tomorrow and I’m going to be alone. Oh well I guess I’ll just get pierced and buy lotto tickets.” I looked up and over at him his tousled brown hair and his stubble covered chin to his lips that made my body heat up and crave his touch. His left hand moved and settled on my lap.

“I would feel better if you stayed with me.” I couldn’t respond all I could concentrate on was his hand on my thigh. When he looked over and down he swiftly removed it.

“Mr. Kindred I can’t you’re a teacher, I’m a student people could find out and you could lose your job.” I shook my head, “No I’m not going to stay with you.”

“No you are staying with me no further questions and you’re quitting that job.” I looked at him angry.

“No that is my job, I make good money and you can’t take that away tomorrow I’m going to be a legal adult and you can’t stop me from working.” His hand traveled back to my thigh and patted it.

“I’ll get you to quit somehow.” I looked at him and smiled images of him between my thighs naked flooded my brain. I bet he could convince me of doing anything. 


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