After Sergei left, I felt sad. Those last memories from the night — his touches, my own uncontrollable moaning, and that sorrowful goodbye — haunted me for days. I was confused and felt a little guilty.

I decided it was time to put an end to all the complications. I focused completely on my work with the difficult-to-manage boys’ class, organized extra lessons, and poured all my energy into teaching. And strangely enough, everything started going well. The boys attended classes regularly, became more active, and it seemed my efforts were finally bearing fruit.

I deliberately kept myself away from any dangerous situations — no late-night cocktails, no flirting, no risks. I wanted to be the innocent and proper young teacher I had intended to be when I first arrived in the city.

When I got home, I immediately sensed that something was wrong. The apartment was quiet, but from the kitchen came a soft clinking sound. Laura was sitting at the table with a glass of wine in her hand. Her dark brown hair was messy, and her eyes were red from crying.

“What happened?” I asked worriedly, putting my bag down.

“We had a fight with Markus… It's not working out between us,” she muttered, her voice trembling. “I want to get completely drunk tonight and forget everything.”

I walked over to her and stroked her shoulder, trying to comfort and support her. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Come out with me, Stella, please. You haven’t been out once since Sergei left two weeks ago. It would do you good, and I really need company tonight.”

I shook my head. “Laura, I don’t want to get into any trouble again.”

“No trouble, no men, just two best friends!” she interrupted quickly. “I found a bar that’s women-only tonight — we’ll have a girls’ night. We can talk, and you can comfort me.”

I thought about it for a moment. She was my best friend, and I didn’t want to leave her alone.

“Alright,” I finally nodded, though my voice shook slightly. “But you have to promise it’s really just girls,” I added firmly.

Laura smiled weakly. “I promise.”

The evening was warm. We walked along the streets, Laura’s black dress fluttering in the wind. My tight dress, which ended just above the knees, hugged my figure a bit more than was necessary for a simple girls’ night. We stopped at a small café with wooden tables and red chairs under dim lighting. I ordered a glass of wine, while Laura ordered two tequilas.

“Try it!” she said, pushing one shot toward me and explaining how to drink it with salt and lemon.

I shook my head. “I’ve never had tequila before.”

“Then it’s time! Bottoms up!” she laughed.

I drank it all in one go — it burned my throat, and the lemon and salt lingered on my lips. Laura talked about Markus, her voice still full of worry. We moved on to the next bar we came across. I had another glass of wine, and Laura ordered us more tequilas. I felt a buzzing in my head, and my body began to relax.

“No temptations,” I reminded myself as we walked toward the bar.

The bar was large. On the wooden door hung a sign: “Women Only Tonight.” Inside, it was packed — women were laughing, chatting, and loud music was playing.

“Phones are not allowed. You can leave them in this locked locker,” the bouncer said.

We left our phones there. “Weird,” I thought. Laura giggled.

“We don’t need them anyway,” she said, and we both laughed. We sat in a corner, ordered cocktails, and Laura ordered us more tequila. I drank half my cocktail and the shot. I could feel my body starting to heat up.

“That’s enough now,” I told Laura when I felt the tequila affecting me in a strange, overly liberating way. She agreed. The bar was full of feminine energy, and I felt the tension inside me melting away as my mood lifted.

Suddenly, a woman in a red dress stepped onto the stage — slim and confident. “Tonight at 11:00 PM, the show begins — Dancing Bear!” she announced. The women screamed.

“What is that?” I asked Laura, my heart beating faster.

“I don’t know,” she replied and raised her glass.

We continued chatting, and then it started.

At 11:00 PM, the lights in the bar went out and powerful spotlights lit up the stage. The music changed to a rhythmic bass that made the whole room pulse. A man in a police uniform stepped onto the stage — a black cap pulled low over his eyes, his uniform shirt stretched tight over his broad shoulders and muscular chest, and black pants that accentuated his strong thighs and firm ass. He stood still for a moment, letting the female audience admire him.

Then the music became more sensual. Women all over the room started screaming and whistling. Some stood up from their seats, and others waved their hands.

“Take it off! Take it off!” came from several mouths.

He began moving to the rhythm — slowly, confidently. His hips moved sensually as his hands slid over his body. The cap suddenly flew into the crowd. The man grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands and ripped it open with force. The fabric tore with a loud rip, revealing a perfect, smooth chest and six clearly defined abs that flexed with every movement. The women went completely wild.

“Oh my God,” I whispered to Laura, my cheeks burning. “This is… a striptease.”

Laura’s eyes sparkled as she laughed loudly. “Yes, it’s awesome!”

The man continued. His fingers slowly moved to his belt, making teasing motions. The crowd chanted. Finally, he undid the belt and let his pants slide down slowly. He stepped out of them, standing on stage in only tight black boxer briefs, the fabric stretched taut around the thick outline of his half-hard cock.

But he didn’t stop there. He kept dancing, his hands sliding over his chest and abs, then grabbed the waistband of his boxers with both hands. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled them down. The fabric slid over his powerful thighs, and his cock sprang free — long, thick, and already semi-hard. A loud gasp and screams filled the room. The women shouted even louder.

My heart was pounding wildly. “He’s… completely naked,” I thought in shock, my eyes still fixed on him. Shame and a strange warmth flooded my body. I pressed my thighs together, but I couldn’t look away.

The man came down from the stage and began dancing between the tables. He approached the women and danced provocatively right in front of them. Some women were shy and looked away, while others reached out toward his body.

One blonde woman stroked his abs, another slid her hand along his thigh, and slapped his ass. A third woman grabbed his cock directly, stroked it a few times, then bent forward and took it into her mouth. The man groaned deeply, his hand in her hair, and let her continue for a while.

Then he moved on to the next table. Another woman immediately took him in her mouth, sucking eagerly while her friend stroked his ass. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had never heard of such events. At the same time, I couldn’t stop watching — the tequila had done its job.

The man continued dancing, his muscular body and cock glistening under the spotlights.

When he reached our table, he stopped right in front of me. His thick, hard cock was only about two feet away. I shook my head and raised my hands defensively.

“No… no, thank you,” I muttered, blushing, my voice trembling.

He smiled understandingly and moved over to Laura. Her eyes sparkled with drunken excitement as she giggled. The man reached for her hand, but Laura shook her head in refusal. When he turned his back to leave, Laura gave him a hard slap on the ass. Everyone around us screamed and laughed. The man turned, took Laura’s hand, and pressed it against his cock. Laura stroked it a few times, laughed nervously, and pulled her hand back.

Thankfully, the man moved away from our table, finished his round, blew an air kiss to the audience, and disappeared behind the curtain.

“Should we go?” I asked immediately, my voice shaking. My heart was still racing, and I could feel how the tequila and the sight had dangerously heated up my body. Shame mixed with arousal — I didn’t want to admit how much it had affected me.

“No, this is fun! It’s helping me forget my worries!” Laura said, her eyes sparkling, and raised her cocktail. “One more round!”

I finished my drink. My head was spinning, my body was flushed with heat, and I knew the night was far from over.

Some time later, another man stepped onto the stage — this time in a firefighter uniform. He wore a red helmet, a tight yellow jacket, and heavy pants that emphasized his massive, muscular body. He was bigger and bulkier than the first man — broad chest, massive arms, and thick thighs.

The show continued at full intensity. The firefighter moved down among the tables and playfully stripped off his clothes, ending up completely naked. His thick cock swayed rhythmically with the beat of the music. The women went absolutely wild — hands reached out from every direction, stroking his abs, thighs, and ass. Some boldly grabbed his cock, while others bent forward and took him into their mouths right at the edge of the tables. The air was thick with pleasure, moans, and loud music.

This kind of show went on for a while. The men kept rotating on stage, each one bolder than the last. Every time one of them approached our table, Laura and I fended off their advances — I shook my head, raised my hands, and whispered “No.” Laura was braver; she giggled and occasionally slapped their asses, but didn’t go any further.

One of the men wore a bear head mask and was completely naked. When he reached our table, he moved in front of Laura. He took her hand and slid it over his stomach, guiding it downward. Laura giggled but let it happen.

When he moved closer and tried to guide her head toward his cock, she shook her head and smiled mischievously. The man took a can of whipped cream, sprayed a dollop on the tip of his hard cock, and moved closer to Laura again. She shook her head, but he stayed right in front of her. I saw that Laura was conflicted and didn’t know what to say.

Then she glanced at me and said in a half-drunk voice, her cheeks flushed, “Stella, this stays here,” before bending forward.

She stroked the man’s abs and thighs, then took the whipped-cream-covered thick cock into her mouth. Laura’s lips closed tightly around it. Her head moved slowly at first, then faster and faster. The whipped cream mixed with her saliva and stayed on her lips. She licked the cream off his cock and took him back into her mouth. Her dark brown hair fell across her face.

I watched the whole thing with my mouth open, in complete shock. It was so close — Laura’s lips were sliding along the thick, glistening cock only a couple of feet away from me. My heart was pounding wildly. “This can’t be real… Laura is doing this in public… and I’m watching,” I thought. I stared, mesmerized, and unconsciously licked my dry lips.

At that exact moment, I noticed the man who had previously been in the firefighter uniform approaching me from the side. He was now completely naked and stood right in front of me, holding his hard cock in his hand and stroking it slowly.

I shook my head. “No… no, I can’t,” I whispered weakly, raising my hands.

The whole room noticed the situation. The women started chanting: “Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!” The shouts grew louder, cheerful, and demanding. My cheeks burned with shame. I shook my head, but the pressure was intense.

The man smiled warmly but confidently. He had a white sauna towel over his shoulder. He took it and wrapped it around his hips, then came closer and positioned the edges of the towel on both sides of my head, creating a private screen from the rest of the room.

My upper body and head were now hidden from the other women’s view, with his cock directly in front of my face. The tequila, the earlier scenes, the image of Laura sucking cock just a couple of feet away, and the crowd chanting

“Suck it! Suck it!” finally broke my last resistance.

I leaned forward, and my lips parted, trembling. I took him slowly into my mouth. It was enormous — it completely filled my mouth. My lips closed tightly around his thickness, and my tongue instinctively began swirling around the head. I started moving my head slowly, sucking and licking.

I heard the man groan deeply. He let me continue, but then suddenly dropped the towel.

Now I was completely exposed in front of everyone. The whole room could see me sucking his thick cock. Laura looked at me with wide eyes and screamed with excitement when she saw me like that.

I moved my head faster, taking him deeper. My hands rose to his strong thighs and abs. I made a few quicker movements with my lips, then pulled back. My hair was messy, my cheeks flushed, and I didn’t know where to look.

I smiled at him shyly. He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead, and moved on to the next table. I stayed there panting, my lips shiny and wet, my face burning red. Laura looked at me, laughing with admiration.

“Oh Stella… oh Stella!”

I felt shame but also a strange relief, and I was completely soaked with arousal.

The next man came on stage in a navy uniform — a white uniform shirt, dark pants, and a sailor’s cap. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and tanned. He ripped his shirt open so forcefully that the buttons flew into the crowd. His pants dropped with one powerful tug, followed immediately by his boxers. His cock was thick, heavy, and already fully hard.

He danced confidently, his hands sliding over his body, slowly stroking his cock in front of the audience. The women screamed.

The man moved between the tables and reached ours. Laura’s eyes sparkled. She quickly took a sip of her cocktail, leaned forward, and took the man’s thick cock into her mouth without hesitation. Her lips closed tightly around it as her head began moving rapidly back and forth. Her hands squeezed his strong thighs and ass, her dark hair sticking to her face. She took him surprisingly deep, muffled moans escaping her throat.

After a while, the man pulled out of Laura’s mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped directly in front of me. His thick, pulsing cock was just a few inches from my face.

I shook my head, my voice weak and trembling. “No… I can’t…” I whispered.

But it sounded completely unconvincing — more like a plea than a refusal.

The man smiled confidently, almost knowingly. He saw right through my weakness. He gently lifted my chin with his finger and looked deep into my eyes.

The room erupted in loud chanting, "Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!”

Shame burned inside me — “I shouldn’t… I’m a teacher… I promised myself…” — but my body had already surrendered. The alcohol, the heated atmosphere, what Laura was doing, and the pressure from the crowd were too strong.

I leaned forward. The man slowly pushed his thick cock into my mouth. It was huge — it stretched my lips and filled my mouth completely. I felt him pulsing on my tongue, salty and hot. My lips closed tightly around his girth as my tongue began to move instinctively. I started moving my head slowly, sucking and licking.

“Ohh… fuck,” I thought to myself. The arousal was so intense, and I hated how much I loved it.

Laura watched me from the side with wide eyes and laughed excitedly. “Yes, Stella… take him!”

I moved my head faster, taking him deeper. Shame and pleasure mixed so strongly that I couldn’t think anymore.

Finally, the man pulled out of my mouth, stroked my cheek, and moved on to the next table.

I stayed there panting, my lips wet and shiny, my eyes glazed. My body was burning hot. I couldn’t believe I had gone along with all of this. Tonight was supposed to be just a simple girls’ night, and I had done something I never thought I would do in public.

The show ended shortly after. The men disappeared behind the curtain while the women continued screaming and laughing.

We grabbed our bags and phones from the locker and left the bar with flushed faces. “We need to calm down,” Laura said excitedly.

“Let’s stop by one more bar for a last cold beer.”

I nodded silently. My head was spinning, and the taste of tequila mixed with the man’s flavor still lingered in my mouth.

We stepped into a small, dimly lit bar — wooden tables, soft lighting, and quiet music. My body was still burning after everything that had happened. The arousal inside me kept reminding me of how I had publicly sucked a stranger’s thick cock. The tequila and the show had completely destroyed my resistance. I felt bold, hot-blooded, and dangerous — something completely foreign to the usual Stella.

We ordered cold beers. Laura took a sip and giggled: “That was absolutely wild! I can’t believe you did that,” she said, smiling at me with hazy, sparkling eyes.

At a corner table sat a young guy, about 20 years old, slim, with glasses and dark hair. He looked almost like one of my schoolboys — shy, clean-cut, and a bit awkward. That resemblance stirred something dangerously inside me.

Laura started talking to him, but this time I was the one who became especially active. I smiled at him wider than usual, tilted my head, and looked him straight in the eyes.

“What’s your name?” I asked in a soft, slightly playful voice.

“Paul,” he replied shyly.

I flirted more than I had ever allowed myself. I lightly touched his arm, laughed a little too loudly at his jokes, and held eye contact longer than necessary.

“You look so cute… like my students,” I said mischievously and gently bit my lip. Paul blushed but smiled back, clearly flattered.

When our beers were almost finished, I leaned closer, looked at him for a long moment, and whispered almost breathlessly, with a slight tremble in my voice:

“Hey, Paul… wouldn’t you like to walk us home? It’s already late and… we’d feel a bit braver with you.”

Laura looked at me, her eyes surprised, but then a wide, knowing smile appeared on her lips. She knew exactly what I was doing. She immediately supported me:

“Yes, you should definitely come with us! We’d be really grateful,” she said and winked at me.

Paul nodded, his cheeks red: “Of course… I can walk you home.”

We walked toward the apartment. My heart was racing. I knew this was a bad idea — a very bad idea. But the tequila and the events of the night had done their work, and this time I didn’t want to fight myself.

The apartment door closed behind us, and for a moment, a strong doubt washed over me. “What am I doing? This boy is barely 20. He looks like my students,” I thought.

Laura didn’t let my hesitation grow. She took control and said, “Come on.” She brought three cold beers from the fridge and put on sensual music. The rhythm filled the small room, and the lighting was dim.

“Come, dance with us,” Laura said playfully and started spinning around him, her hands on his shoulders. Paul was awkward, his glasses fogged up, his cheeks bright red.

“Uhh… I don’t usually dance,” he stammered.

“Oh, come on,” Laura said, moving closer. She put her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him, and they began to dance slowly.

After a while, Paul said he should probably get going.

“Oh, come on, you’re so cute, aren’t you, Stella?” Laura said.

“Yes, totally,” I quickly added. Laura looked him straight in the eyes with a sly smile and asked,

“Do you really want to go home?” There was a few seconds of silence, as if he was weighing his answer, and then he replied quietly,

“No.”

“That’s what I thought,” Laura said cheerfully and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Paul asked and took half a step back.

Laura smiled slyly and looked at me.

“Help me, Stella,” she said in a sweet voice. “He’s so shy. Hold his hands.”

I hesitated.

“Laura… maybe we shouldn’t,” I whispered, but my voice was weak.

Thoughts swirled in my head: “You’re completely crazy. Don’t do this. He’s too young. You’re a teacher.” But at the same time, I couldn’t hold myself back. I stepped beside Paul, took his wrists, and pressed them against his sides while Laura continued unbuttoning his shirt. I watched as his bare chest was revealed from under the open shirt.

I licked my dry lips and knew that the big city had won over me once again tonight — and I couldn’t stop anymore.