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The Lesson (Mark/Reader)

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“Trust me, it is super easy once you get the hang of it. This instructor is super nice. You have nothing to be worried about.”

“Are you sure? You know I get really nervous about this kind of stuff.”

“You won’t need to worry about that. You’re with me, remember? And like I said… super easy.”

After months of doing nothing but working at your job and studying for classes, you were finally able to request a week’s vacation off to relax and choose to do whatever you wanted to do. The classes didn’t start for another few weeks, so you weren’t worried about having to get ahead of the game. During you busy schedule, Mark was constantly wanting you to attend one of his pole dancing classes he had been going to for a few weeks now. You kept telling him you couldn’t because your boss was working you an insane amount of eight and nine hour shifts, but you were reluctant to go because you knew that you wouldn’t have the upper strength to life yourself up. Most importantly, you were afraid of what people were going to think of you. When someone thinks of pole dancers, not strippers, they immediately think of a fit person who has had plenty of practice and knew what they were doing. You, on the other hand, had no practice whatsoever and were very insecure about a lot of your features.
After thinking it through for a few days, you finally decided to get the courage to call Mark back accept his offer to go to one of his lessons. Might as well give it a shot just to say that you practiced how to dance on a pole.

Mark pulled the door of the dance studio open and let you go in first. As soon as you walk in, you see that the entire room is completely empty. Nothing but metal poles and mirrors surrounded the room around you both.

“Uh… I’m not gonna lie,” you spoke, “I was expecting this place to be a bit more full.”

“Normally, it would be bustling on a regular night,” Mark responded. “I wonder where everyone is. Sienna probably isn’t in her office, either.”

“Who’s Sienna? Somebody important? Not trying to be rude, by the way.”

“She’s the dance instructor. She was the one I did the videos with who taught me what I know now. I didn’t see her car in the parking lot, now that I think about it.”

You both sat your bags and your water bottles on the floor next to the wall.

“I guess she canceled classes tonight for some reason,” he said. Mark turns towards you and jokingly stands in sort of a superhero pose, with hands to his hips and chest puffed out. “Well, I guess I’m going to be your instructor for the day. Let’s start you out by doing some stretches.”

You followed him to the other side of the room as he turned on the boombox in the corner and played one of the CDs that was in the case next to it, which had belonged to the studio. You both spent the next few minutes stretching alongside Mark, working out your arms, legs and hips. Every once in a while as you were both limbering up, he would begin to make funny little noises just to make you laugh and help you feel more relaxed.

This is actually kind of nice, you thought to yourself. It’s just me and Mark with nobody else watching me embarrass myself. I think I could get used to this.

After about fifteen minutes, you both walk towards the poles of your choice and look in the mirrored wall in front of you. Even though you were still kind of nervous, you never thought in a million years that you would see yourself standing in this position at an actual pole, nevertheless getting ready to probably flip your body upside down on it, probably resulting in some sort of injury. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths. Mark looked over at you and noticed that you were even more nervous than before.

“[y/n],” he spoke, “it’ll be alright. I’ll be there to catch you if you fall. At least nobody else is here to see how silly and ridiculous we’re going to look attempting to do this, right?”
You laughed a little and nodded. I’m glad Mark is the one teaching me how to do this rather than someone else.

During the next half hour, Mark taught you the basics on how to work the pole on foot. He showed you how to properly strut around the pole for show, the poses you could do and how to present yourself in “a fashion that could be considered as an art form”. You were kinda confused, but you went along with it.

“Okay, now I’m going to teach you what’s known as the ‘Step Around’. This is a pretty basic one that I think you can do.” He then proceeded to demonstrate how to do the move, which consisted of spinning around the pole once, moving your foot to the floor and lifting the other one up on the pole itself, ending with a sexy hair flip. “Alright, let’s see what you got.”

Shaking a little, you walked up towards the pole and he showed you where to place your hands. He walked behind you and placed his hands on yours, moving them down slowly on the pole to the right position. You weren’t sure why, but the moment of Mark touching his hands with yours made you breathe a little heavier, but not to where it’s noticeable.

“I think that should be alright,” he said as he reviewed your posture. “Go ahead and give it a spin.” You laughed a little as you began to lean forward to give yourself momentum. You quickly spun around and set your foot to the floor, but didn’t raise the other leg up high enough.

“I think the raised leg could go a little higher,” Mark suggested. “Here, let me help you out.”

You looked down at the floor as he walked behind you again and placed his left hand on your hip to keep you stable and the other below your thigh, raising your leg up just a little higher to get the full effect of the so-called ‘sexy’ pose.

Curious, you looked from the floor up to the giant mirror in front of you, and Mark immediately noticed. You got scared and looked back down. In doing so, he moved himself closer towards your body, slowly pressing his chest against your back. You could sense that something was up with him, but you couldn’t put your finger on whether you were actually liking it or not. His right hand moved a little further up on the outside of your thigh, with his fingertips dragging along the outlines of the sides of your body. His left hand moved towards yours, which was still holding onto the pole. As he was reaching for your hand, he leaned down and began to plant small kisses onto your shoulders and neck. This caused you to let out a small moaning sound, which resulted in a quiet but deep laugh from Mark that only you could both hear.

Being unsure about how you felt this entire time, you couldn’t help yourself and decided to give in. He took your hand off of the pole and placed it towards the back of his head, moving your fingers slowly through his soft hair as he continued to use his hands and lips to explore every inch of your skin. As Mark continued to give you kisses while dragging the tips of his fingers all over your body, you closed your eyes again and sighed deeply as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder. He took one of his free hands and removed the hair tie, which let your long hair flow down onto him. You took your free hand and moved it back towards Mark’s sides, motioning him to move even closer towards you.

You moved your head on his shoulder to the side facing the mirror, opening your eyes. All of a sudden, this had went from a simple pole dancing class to what turned out to be a two-person private show. The music was still playing in the background and you were actually liking what you saw. All of your worries washed away and you weren’t feeling scared, embarrassed or insecure. In fact, you both were feeling a little more than comfortable. There was just something that made you feel more secure than you’ve ever felt before. Mark was the one who helped you to feel the way you do now, and you had an epiphany. You knew just how to thank him, in a not too sexual way.

You lifted your head off of his shoulder and turned around to face Mark. You placed your hands behind his head, closed your eyes and placed your soft lips against his. You gave him the deepest kiss that you could ever imagine to give a human being. He grabbed your waist and pulled your body in closer to his, feeling the heat getting warmer and warmer between you both. He moved his lips away from yours. Mark noticed the transformation from the beginning of the class to now. He looked down at you with a smirk on his face as he tries to regain his breath.

“Well,” he starts to speak in a deeper tone, “I guess tonight’s lesson is finished. What do you think?”

“What do I think?” you asked.

You moved away from Mark and walked towards the front door, locking it and pulling down the blinds, causing him to be curious and tilt his head a little. You walk back to him and pushed him up against the mirrors, with one hand on the wall next to his head and the other moving slowly underneath his shirt, dragging and scratching your fingernails along the surface of his chest.

“I think that I have some special moves I want you to learn…”

Mark gave you that evil little smirk and you knew exactly what you were planning to do.

I guess Sienna won’t mind if we do a little overtime on our lesson.
OKAY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST MARK/READER
IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SMALL FIC

This ended up being, like, a three and a half page story in Word.
It's going on 4:00 AM here.
I hope this was worth losing some sleep over...
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