Chapter 4: Climax
There came a point, deep into Jake's struggle with Claudia, that he found himself planted in an empty lecture hall, knees bouncing nervously as he waited for her to arrive. The hulking space felt alien to him when there wasn't the constant rumble of students, the shuffle and scrape of chairs, or the grating grind of the professor's dull voice bouncing off the walls.
Alone, the room felt like an enormous mausoleum.
But instead of corpses, rows of empty chairs and desks stretched out towards a small platform where a professor would be. Here Jake waited, his palms leaving sweaty imprints on his jeans. But the anxiety wasn't only due to the looming Claudia; it was the uncertainty of what was to come.
His longing for her had reached the level of obsession. He often imagined her lounging around in her apartment, naked and confident, her lithe frame glistening with sweat while her perfect lips quirked into a self-assured smirk.
Alone in his own room or sleepless in bed, he'd fantasize about her silken thighs teasing him with the temptation of her ecstasy. The endless cycle of belittled desire fueled his every encounter with her.
As the sun sank into dusk, Jake's treacherous heart lurched, sensing her presence floating around the corner. Further down the dim, labyrinthine hallways, Claudia's form flickered from dim corridor light to lectern to Jake like a sultry predator.
Her brown hair cascaded across her shoulders, her body wrapped in a trench coat, tight against her wickedly curvy figure. With every step towards him, his pulse screamed with anticipation.
"Let's get straight to the point", Claudia began as she reached down to cup his trembling jaw, her index finger tracing his lips, dragging a nervous gasp from him. He was wired like a spring, completely at her mercy and she reveled in his submission.
"You want me. I want you.