Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 33: Milf Curriculum: Special Lesson With Miss Kelly 3 [+R18]

Chapter 33: Milf Curriculum: Special Lesson With Miss Kelly 3 [+R18]

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Miss Kelly said as she walked to the kitchen. "I just had to shower first."

"No, it’s fine," Liam replied, forcing himself to look at her face and not at how the bathrobe clung to her body.

Miss Kelly opened a white cabinet above the counter and pulled out two glasses, setting them down with soft clinks.

"What would you like to eat?" she asked, turning back to him. "I actually made something earlier, as an apology, but it’s cold now. I could heat it up in the microwave, or if you’d rather have something else, there’s—"

"I’m good, thanks," Liam interrupted. "But could I get something to drink? I’m actually really tired."

’I biked all day, then after hearing she made a delivery, I biked like a madman to get here. Add sex on top of that? I’m surprised I’m still awake.’

Between the frantic bike ride over and the literal marathon they’d just run on her floor, he was running on the system assist.

"Alright." Miss Kelly opened the stainless steel fridge, the light from inside casting a glow on her face as she looked through it. "I have apple juice, orange juice, water, iced tea—"

"Apple juice sounds great."

She pulled out a bottle of Martinelli’s and poured a generous amount into one of the glasses. She walked over and handed it to him. Their fingers brushed for a brief moment when he took it.

"Thanks." Liam brought the glass to his lips and took a long drink. The cold sweetness hit his throat and he realized just how thirsty he was. He drained half the glass in one go.

Miss Kelly stood there watching him, about three feet away. The silence stretched out between them. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her arms crossed over her chest, then uncrossed. She bit her lower lip, like she was trying to figure out what to say.

Finally, she broke the quiet.

"So, Liam," Miss Kelly said, her voice carrying genuine curiosity. "Why did you ask for answers for the next exam? You’re a bright student. Top 10 percent of the class. Your essays are consistently good. I don’t understand why you’d even need them."

Liam nearly choked mid-sip.

’I was only joking. What do I even say now?’

He set the glass down carefully on the wooden coffee table and rubbed the back of his neck, that nervous habit kicking in.

"Oh, uh... it’s for a friend, actually," he said, trying to sound casual about it.

"Ohh. Kelvin, I see," Miss Kelly said flatly. There was no shock in her voice, no disappointment—just quiet confirmation. The difference between Kelvin’s essay and Liam’s had probably made it obvious from the start.

Another silence fell over them.

Liam picked up his glass again just to have something to do with his hands. He glanced toward the window. The sky outside had shifted to a darker shade of blue, evening settling in properly now.

This time Liam felt like he was the one who needed to fill the quiet. The awkwardness was getting to him.

"Kelly—" He caught himself immediately. "Sorry, Miss Kelly. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." She moved to lean against the padded arm of the couch, her bathrobe shifting slightly with the movement.

"What would you be if you weren’t a lecturer?"

"I would be a stripper," Miss Kelly answered immediately. No pause. No hesitation. No embarrassment in her voice at all.

’What?’

Liam’s brain completely stopped processing for three full seconds. He just stared at her, his mouth falling slightly open. The glass was frozen halfway to his lips.

Then he burst out laughing. Real, genuine laughter that came from deep in his chest and made his shoulders shake. He had to set the glass back down before he spilled it.

"What’s so funny? Why are you laughing?" Miss Kelly demanded. Her face flushed a deep red, the color spreading down her neck. "Do you think I wouldn’t be able to make it as a stripper?"

"No, no," Liam gasped, looking her up and down, her heavy swaying breasts under the silk, the curve of her hips.

"It’s the opposite. You’d be a world-class stripper. Guys would go broke watching you. But... performing for a crowd? That’s a lot different than just looking the part."

Miss Kelly’s blush deepened even more, but something shifted in her expression. She looked almost pleased by his assessment. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"But are you sure you could actually do it?" Liam added, picking up his glass for another sip. "Like, really perform? Get up on stage in front of a whole crowd? That’s different from just looking the part."

Miss Kelly’s eyes narrowed. That competitive spark appeared—the same one she got in class when someone challenged her during discussions.

"I can prove it to you," she said firmly.

"How?"

"I have a stripper pole," she said, as casually as if she was talking about owning a bookshelf. "Professional grade. Chrome finish. I bought it six months ago. I just haven’t gotten around to installing it yet."

Liam blinked. Then blinked again.

’Definitely wasn’t expecting that. But at this point, should I even be surprised anymore?’

"Okay," Liam said slowly, setting down his now-empty glass on the table. "So... you want to install it? And show me?"

Miss Kelly’s expression turned determined. Her chin lifted slightly. "Yes. Help me set it up, and I’ll prove it to you right now."

"Alright then," Liam agreed, pushing himself up from the couch. His legs felt more steady now. "Let’s do this. Where is it?"

"Closet in my bedroom. Come on."

Liam followed her down the short corridor, past the bathroom where steam still clung to the mirror visible through the half-open door, and into her bedroom at the end of the hall.

The room was surprisingly neat.

A queen-sized bed with dark gray sheets pulled tight. A wooden dresser with only a small jewelry box and a framed photo on top. A closet with white sliding doors taking up most of one wall. No clothes scattered around. Everything in its place.

Miss Kelly slid the closet door open and pointed to a long cardboard box leaning against the back wall, tucked behind hanging dresses and blouses.

"That’s it," she said.

They maneuvered the box out together, angling it carefully through the doorway.

It was heavier than Liam expected, it was solid, maybe forty or fifty pounds.

The cardboard was thick and sturdy, with some brand name printed on the side. They carried it down the corridor, moving carefully to avoid banging the walls, and back into the living room where they set it down with a heavy thud.

"Where do you want it?" Liam asked, straightening up and scanning the room.

"There," Miss Kelly pointed without hesitation to an open space near the window, positioned between the couch and the kitchen area. "The ceiling joist runs right through there. I measured it before I bought the pole."

Liam tore open the cardboard flaps.

Inside were chrome pole sections wrapped in protective foam, mounting brackets, a plastic bag of bolts and washers, and a tension mechanism for the top. A folded instruction sheet sat on top with diagrams.

It looked straightforward enough.

"Hand me that top bracket," Liam said, unfolding the instructions and scanning them quickly.

For the next twenty minutes, they worked together in focused silence.

Miss Kelly held pieces steady with firm hands while Liam lined up brackets and drove screws into place.

She retrieved a small toolkit from under the kitchen sink—surprisingly well-stocked with multiple screwdrivers, a compact drill, measuring tape, and a level.

She handed him tools as he needed them without him having to ask.

They didn’t talk much. Just simple directions. "Hold this here." "Hand me that wrench." "Is it straight?" "Little more to the left."

Both of them were focused on getting it right.

Finally, Liam tightened the last bolt at the top mount and gave the pole a hard shake with both hands, really putting his weight into it to test the stability.

It didn’t budge even slightly. Solid as if it had been built into the apartment.

"That should do it," he said, stepping back. The chrome pole stretched perfectly from floor to ceiling, catching the light from the apartment fixtures and gleaming.

"Perfect," Miss Kelly said. She ran her hand along the smooth metal surface, testing it with a few gentle tugs and then a harder pull. Satisfied, she turned to look at Liam.

A slight smirk played at her lips. "Now I can prove it to you."

Liam settled back onto the couch, his heart rate picking up slightly.

’This day definitely didn’t go how I expected when I woke up this morning.’

Miss Kelly stepped up to the chrome pole, her fingers trembling slightly against the cold metal. She was nervous.

Her professional reputation didn’t belong here, not in a room still charged with what had just happened, but she wanted to prove him wrong that she wasn’t just someone who looked like she could do this. She could actually do it.

She began to move, keeping it simple.

She circled the pole with slow, heavy steps, her hips leading the way.

The dark blue silk of her robe brushed against the chrome, the fabric pulling tight across her ass with every turn.

She wasn’t a professional, but the way her breasts swayed under the silk, moving with each step, was more than enough.

Liam sat back, heart pounding. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He couldn’t look away.

The robe kept riding up, showing more of her thighs and the curve of her ass.

His dick was already hard again, pressing painfully against his jeans.

He shifted, but there was no hiding it but the bulge was obvious, and honestly he didn’t even care anymore.

’He’s watching me like I’m the only thing in the world,’ she thought, her breath hitching as she caught his predatory gaze. He wants to devour me. He’s not even trying to hide that bulge... god, it’s huge.

Seeing the proof of his lust, the way his eyes followed the movement of her ass and breasts sent heat flooding between her thighs.

She was getting wet.

Miss Kelly let’s go of the pole.

She didn’t need it anymore.

She walked toward him, a slow, deliberate prowl that put the full scale of her wide hips and heavy chest on display.

She stopped directly in front of him, her scent, expensive soap mixed with the musk of their earlier encounter... clouding his senses.

"You know," she whispered, her voice dropping into a husky, broken register, "in a strip club, you’re not allowed to touch the dancers."

Liam looked up at her, but his gaze caught the number hovering above her head. It was ticking up with frantic speed—85, 92, 98—until it slammed into a solid 100.

’The number hit a hundred on its own?’ Liam’s mind raced. He could feel the heat coming off her in waves.

"But luckily for you," she breathed, her eyes dark with a craving that mirrored his own.

She leaned forward from the waist, the movement causing her breasts to hang heavy and low within the silk.

She placed one firm hand on Liam’s knee for balance, her face inches from his. With her other hand, she slowly hooked the edge of the robe and slid it aside.

Her breast spilled out, pale and heavy, the pink nipple swaying just inches from his lips.

"The rules don’t apply here," she finished, her voice a low moan.