by Teri Kay
During that first week, I had the guy all the girls warned me about. He seemed harmless enough when I approached up to the booth. Older gentleman, I’d put him in his sixties, balding, gold chains, and to top it all off, a baby blue track suit. A track suit hides nothing. The old guy was the first customer I had that I could actually see his erection growing under his pants. I would love to say that was the worst of it, but it wasn’t. I took my top off and danced topless across his lap. Three grunts later, I unfortunately felt the old guy all over my leg. It was horrible. It’s all about “paying your dues” as the new girl, as Ashlynn put it to me.
Each night I kept my eye out for Nathaniel, but he hadn’t come back to the club all week. I wasn’t not sure if I was disappointed or relieved about that. He seemed like a nice guy the night of my birthday. Well, what I can remember of it. He started following “me” on social media that same night, yet has never messaged me. I think guys can be just as complicated as women sometimes. I resisted the urge to Google him, even though it was killing me not to. But something about the way Vanessa told me it was his story made me want to wait.
I had the next two days off, and being the obsessive kind of person I was, I began looking up every strip tease video I could find on the internet. Even though I’d been dancing for a while now, I had never actually taken off my clothes while doing it. So this was all new to me. I decided if I was going to make money I needed to get my ass up on stage and make “Vaughn Haley” come to life. Vanessa and I had been working on my first signature character stage dance. Knowing I was still battling a bit of nerves, we decided to do a duo dance.
We were scheduled to go on at ten-thirty on Friday, and were backstage getting ready. “Holy shit, the house is packed out there,” Ashlynn said as she came running in the dressing room. “Somehow word got out that you were doing a special performance, Nessa.”
“Hmmm. I wonder how that could have happened,” Vanessa raised her eyebrows at Ashlynn.
“Dunno,” she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Damn baby, you look hot tonight.” Ashlynn commented as she kissed Vanessa. It’s wasn't something they usually flaunted at work, but there was no reason to hide in front of me. Vanessa had on a skimpy as hell leather bondage dress. It was almost completely open down the front, covering just enough boob to make it sexy not slutty, connected down the middle by only a couple of spaghetti straps. With the six-inch thigh high vinyl hooker boots, the outfit definitely was complete.
We heard the D.J. call us to the stage and I knew this was it. I could feel the nerves sweeping over my body and all I wanted to do was puke. Despite what you might think, even experienced girls still felt this way before heading on stage. You'd think that information would have calmed my nerves, but it didn’t. It was like my first time having sex all over again but worse. Much worse. All I kept thinking was don’t fall. Don’t make a fool out of yourself because living with mom and Stuart would be much worse.
The music cued, the stage was completely dark, which was Vanessa's idea. She thought it would calm the storm of the shock of what I was about to do. Not sure if I'd thanked her for the brilliant idea, but I would because it worked. When the crowd started to hear the guitar and drum beats of Van Halen they went crazy knowing what was about to come next. I knew every man out there had that one hot teacher they fantasized about—and that night I got to be part of their fantasy. I was in awe as I watched Vanessa walk onstage with such grace and ease, yet so sexy and confident.
The spotlights came down and focused on Vanessa in her crazy leather outfit. She was sitting on a teacher’s desk with a long whip in her hand. Vanessa makes me hot and I wasn’t even into girls. But she also gave me a smile letting me know I’ve got this. She had a way of making you feel comfortable being up there next to her.
The lights came to me next. I was wearing the classic short little school girl outfit. We went with the long brown wig to perfectly match my eyes, done up in those yankable pigtails. I didn’t want to wear contacts my first night on stage because I wanted to see everything clearly. My glasses clearly fit the theme better. It was a fast paced song so Vanessa told me to have fun with it, reminding me that our theme was "hot for teacher with a rowdy student." Our plan was for me to be the little brat and she to be the teacher who makes sure I got what was coming to me.
As I started to dance, I glanced up in the VIP booths and there he was. Nathaniel was in his booth, leaning over the railing watching us. He hadn’t been there all week and picked tonight to show his ass back up. What the hell was his thing with keeping his distance? And why did it seem like he was watching me? Maybe he really was one of those creepy, stalker guys. He wanted a show? I was going to give him a fucking show.
“Let’s do this,” I mouthed as I moved around the desk. I threw all the papers to the ground, and started to crawl across the top of it on my hands and knees. Slowly I stood up and started undoing the buttons of my white tied up shirt. I revealed the green plaid bra that matched the micro skirt I had on. The fish net thigh highs with the garter straps made me feel sexy as hell. All my nerves were gone. I felt like a pro, like a real dancer. Vanessa began to play her role as teacher and ordered me down, and of course that meant one of my magnificent squats right in front of her. I decided to play it up a bit and snagged my fingers down her straps. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the desk and ordered me to bend over. I knew if I wanted to make money out here tonight I was going to have to let it all go. I made direct eye contact with Nathaniel. The heat coming from his stare made my insides coil.
“You wanted to watch, buddy,” I whispered to myself. I gave him my back, reached around and unclasped the bra I was wearing. I pulled it off and threw it to the side. Feeling totally vulnerable, I looked to his booth, to find he was gone, nowhere to be seen. What the fuck? This fueled me even more. I continued to dance around stage flaunting myself more now than I thought I would have before. I made my way back over to the desk and bent over, leaving my tits completely exposed. Vanessa took the whip and gave me the spanking that I deserved. I liked—no I loved it. The crowd went nuts. It really amazed me at how much money was being thrown on stage and how much fun I had. A girl could get used to this!
After the song ended, we grabbed what we needed and ran off stage. “Oh. My. God. That was amazing!” I yelled as I hit the dressing room. “Did you see the attention we were getting?”
“You were getting, my dear,” Vanessa corrected. “I was merely a background prop.”
“Background prop my ass,” I laughed. “So, did you happen to notice Nathaniel up in his booth? But he disappeared as I was taking my top off. He was up there watching and then just poof. Gone. It really fueled my fire tonight.”
“Is that what happened out there? Well, whatever it is, keep it up. You made over a grand out there tonight,” Vanessa informed me.
“We made a thousand,” I reminded her.
“This was your character dance, you naughty little student. It’s all yours, Vaughn.” She handed me the money. “But don’t let this thing with Nathaniel get under your skin. He’s a regular, and friends with Damon, so figure it out. Put back on your naughty little schoolgirl uniform and get your ass up to his booth and go talk to him.”
I went to Rose, grabbed a Flaming Doctor Pepper and took it up to his booth. I sat down next to him, lit the shot on fire and dropped it into the Stella. I watched him carefully as he drank the shot back. You couldn’t help but notice the well-defined muscles in his tattoo covered arms. Damn the man was hot! Too bad I had to meet him as Vaughn and not Ryann. “Hi, Mr. Sims. I’m Vaughn, I believe we’ve met. A few times actually,” I laughed. “Thanks for making sure I got back to the hotel the other night. I enjoyed my birthday a little too much.” Damn, I was rambling.
“My pleasure. Gotta make sure Damon’s girls get home safe right?” he said with a smug attitude.
“Well, I actually wasn’t one of Damon’s girls then. I’m new to dancing. Actually, I’ve only been dancing
a week,” I informed him.
“Hmmm…I didn’t realize Damon was now hiring women in their thirties. Must be a new MILF thing,” Nathaniel said looking me up in down. That one hit hard.
He was an asshole. Definitely not the sweet man that carried me to bed the other night. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes. I needed to get the fuck away from him before he saw me cry. I’d be damned if I let another man take my power from me. “Goodnight, Mr. Sims. Enjoy your night here at The Cave,” I snapped right before I got up to walk away. I knew there was an obvious hitch in my tone.
Nathaniel put his hand on my leg as I started to stand. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re just not who I thought you were. And, please, my friends here at the club call me Nathan.”
What was that supposed to mean? Pulling myself together, I stood up and peered down at him. “Well, Mr. Sims,” I replied scathingly, “we're not friends. And all I can say is that the same goes for you. You are definitely not who I thought you were.” I walked downstairs, and grabbed a shot from Rose at the bar. I needed to dance. I would not let this jerk get the best of me.
Jade came and grabbed me, telling me there was group of football players at one of the VIP booths that were smoking hot. They were a bunch of NFL guys from back east and one of the players who was apparently into strippers and porn stars had requested the presence of the naughty new student at their table tonight.
“Oh this should be fun,” I said to Rose before being dragged away by Jade. I had always been more of a baseball girl myself but it was time to discover some new passions. I looked up and saw that the football players were in the booth that was adjacent to the asshole’s. This might be more fun than I thought. A pro NFL player had to be better than some sleazy old guy in a tracksuit, right?
The men introduced themselves, and of course I didn’t recognize any of them. Unless you do an insurance commercial I probably didn’t know who you were. But I could tell that these guys were money. That was my whole purpose, to come here and make money, not to get all flustered by a hot tattooed poker player. Jade, Ashlynn, and I hung out with them for the rest of the evening. Surprisingly, for the most part, all they wanted to do was have a decent conversation. But after more and more alcohol kept flowing, the more the guys kept talking about what they came to see.
Jade and Ash began kissing and touching each other and most of the guys seemed to be pretty into that. For me, I was just not quite sure how far I could actually go with another girl. Don’t get me wrong, women are beautiful and tits actually turn me on, but I have yet to actually make-out with another woman. The ringleader, “G” as most of the other guys called him, seemed to be more focused in on me. He pulled me down on his lap and whispered in my ear, “Is there somewhere more private we can go?” I instantly felt myself get wet between the legs. I knew he was paying me, but damn this man made me feel sexy.
We stood and I grabbed his hand. The only way into the private rooms was to walk right in front of Mr. Sims’ booth. Well, there was another way but that would mean walking downstairs and across the dance floor. I smiled at G and we sauntered right past Nathaniel and into the rooms. I could almost feel the anger coming off his glare. Again, something about that man almost fueled the naughty streak in me.
G and I found one of the private booths, and again it seemed like mostly just conversation. I'd take talking with him any day. But damn this guy was fine; I could help but admire his tall, muscular frame, dark eyes, and long hair. Vanessa told me some guy are like this. Almost out of nowhere, G scooped me up in his lap and unhooked my bra top in one quick move. Smooth. I slowly shimmed the bra off of my arms exposing my girls completely to him.
“Are these what you’ve been waiting to see?” I asked in what I think is a seductive, sexy voice.
“Damn, Vaughn from a distance your tits look good, but up close they are beautiful,” G said to me in his Boston accent as he ran his finger down my chest attempting to touch my breast.
Even though I knew he was a VIP, I politely pushed his hands back down away from me. “Ah ah ah,” I swiped my finger at him. “We don’t do the hands on thing here, G.”
“This is VIP, I was told that anything goes up here in these rooms,” the football player argued back with me.
“Maybe with some girls, but not with me, hot stuff. I can go get you someone else if you like or I can I can give you one hell of a dance with these beautiful tits,” I sassed while rubbing my already fully erect nipples.
“Mmmm, baby. Let’s see what you’ve got,” G whispered back to me.
Thirty minutes later, I escorted G back to his table and thanked him for a wonderful time. It was almost closing time and I was ready to start finishing my stuff up for the night. I look around for Nathaniel and of course, he was nowhere to be found. Typical, disappeared again.
Scars
I’d avoided the club for the past week because I knew I couldn’t handle seeing Vaughn dancing there. I'd just been wasting my time in different poker games around Vegas. When I met her the night of her birthday, I didn't peg Vaughn as a dancer. There was just something different about her. I knew I couldn’t avoid the situation forever but I wasn't ready to deal with the fact that the woman I'd been dreaming about for the past week was a fucking stripper. That must have been where I'd seen her before when I got the feeling I knew her from somewhere.
I made my way up to my reserved booth and kept my eyes open for Vaughn. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her but I needed to say something. After a half an hour, and already too many drinks, I still had yet to see her anywhere. The stage lights went dark and the D.J. called Vaughn and Vanessa to the stage. No. Fucking. Way. Just thinking about those two insanely hot women, that I've had multiple dreams about, dancing together was making me hard. Hot for Teacher by Van Halen blasted through the club. That little school girl outfit Vaughn had on was incredible. I would love to shove my hands straight up that skirt and grab her ass as she wrapped those pretty little legs around me. We kept making eye contact and my dick had totally forgotten she was a stripper and we don’t fuck around with strippers anymore.
“Wait a second…Van Halen. Vaughn Haley, Really now?” That shit almost made me laugh until I realized I was pretty damn positive someone had lied to me. It was at that moment, Vaughn reached around to unsnap her bra. There was no way the first time I’d see her tits was the same as three hundred other guys. I was too pissed to enjoy them anyways at that moment. Better time than any to go take a piss. When I heard the song had finally ended I made my way up to my booth to hopefully spend some time with Ashlynn. If nothing else, at least I could get a massage. But it seemed like all the regulars were booked with some big shot VIP party. Shit. But I guess that’s how we made money.
As I sat back down, I saw Vaughn making her way toward me, drink in hand. The last thing I needed was another drink. She tried to talk to me but only asshole spewed from my lips. I felt lied to, and humiliated by her and Rose. Rose knew how I felt about dating strippers. The more she tried to be nice the bigger of a jerk I became. I knew I crossed the line when I said something about her being a MILF. I hated to see Vaughn fight back the tears. But I wanted her to hurt the way I was hurting.
Not long after, I saw Jade go to the main bar, talk to Vaughn and drag her up to the VIP party she was catering to tonight. Did they really have to be right next me? I guess I could have just gotten up and left, but there was no way in hell my jealousy would have let me do that. I could tell Vaughn was being extra flirty with the guy. I could actually hear her. Was she doing this just to get to me? When she stood up with Mr. NFL, I recognized him immediately. Though he was great on the field, off the field he had a dirty reputation with the ladies. I couldn’t believe Vaughn would actually go into the private rooms with anyone so soon. That was it for me. I needed some air.
I walked out to my bike and grabbed a joint I kept hidden in on the side compartments. Some may not agree with this method to control my anger, but it was better
than hitting a wall. I took a few hits and it was all I needed to feel my body relax. When finished, I returned to Damon’s office and started scanning the security monitors.
“Something you’re looking for I should know about?” Damon asked, curious.
“Has Vaughn come out of the private room? She’s in there with G and I know he has quite a reputation with the ladies and she’s new to this,” I asked trying to act more concerned than pissed off.
“I have no idea. But there’s security in there if anything goes wrong and Vaughn knows how to handle herself,” Damon answered. His brow furrowed and his eyes squinted, showing me he was both irritated and perplexed by my attitude. “What the hell is going on with you and Vaughn?”
“Nothing. I was a dick to her and I need to apologize. She went off with G and I got concerned. These are my girls too, Damon,” I reminded him.
Damon knew there was more to it than that. He’d known me too long not to. “I lost two good girls because of you once, don’t go fucking around on me again. Even if she is only here for the summer.”
“That was a long damn time ago, will you stop bringing that shit up? And both of those girls weren’t any good and you know that. Plus, you know how I feel about strippers,” I continued to argue with him. What did he mean she would only be here for the summer? My mind was fucking racing now. Even though my head kept telling me to stay away, that she’s no different than any other stripper, every other part of my body was completely drawn to her.
I waited in the back office until I saw Vaughn starting to make her way to the parking lot with Bobby, our security guard. Now that I’d sobered up, I needed to apologize for what I said to her earlier. That wasn’t me. That was anger and disappointment, mixed with way too many shots.
