Stripper Teacher - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The new one

I drive and drive despite the pouring rain and dark sky and, out of nowhere, I see a huge neon sign who shows the worlds Sexy Ladyy. I never go to bars, especially since I've began this job, ESPECIALLY where I am, but I don't know, I really want to. I turn right before parking my car on the grainy driveway of this shabby bar. In order not to look too teacher-y, I flap down my sun-visor to look at myself in the mirror; I remove my bun, toussle my hair; I also remove my blouse to reveal my tight tank top; I now look like a 24 year old that wants to have FUN. Ready to enter, I go through. With no windows, it feels like entering another world! The music is very lourd; instantly, I feel at peace, it's fun! I go see the barman, tryna see where the stool and counter is despite the coloured lights. I am not very sure what to order, it's been so long since I've drank alcohol!

- A shooter, please.

- Aren't you too young?

I think that, at this moment, my facial expression was as confused as his. Trying not to have an attitude, I contented myself by saying, while (fakely) laughing;

- Not if they let me in...

It's then that he realized his mistake, while laughing at his own self. He asked my age, adn didn't believe me when I told him. He asked what shooter I wanted, I said surprise me. It was vodka. I drank it as if I was a regular at doing shots, hiding as best as I can the disgust on my face from the terrible bitter taste. My head spins, but this didn't stop me from drinking more; I don't even know how many! Someone, I don't even know if it was a man or woman, took my hand and attracted me to a table where I dansed on. My sweaty hair was in my face, my discreet makeup now smeared all over my face. My bra was showing and we could see my string underwear; I had, at that moment, absolutely no class; hoping nobody from the school board or parent saw me - or at least, noticed it was ME! At the back of the bar, I noticed a man, young but older than me, maybe in his fourties, watching me from his beautiful blue eyes. He is attractive, but the lines on his forehead tells me he might be too old for me; with alcohol, I wouldn't be able to even go ask his name. I drank whatever people gave me, I'm terrible! At least I had fun, right?

***

Very big blackout on my hend when I wake up, at a random table, my neck hurting that I've slept in this position, in front of multiple empty shooter glasses, some of them having a little bit of alcohol left in them. My head hurts so bad; I watch the Molson clock; it's 4h30 am. The music seems much quieter than yesterday even tho it's the same beat from yesterday; do they ever change tracks? How long have I stayed here? Seems to be no one nearby, except a janitor that slowly sweeps the floor.

- What time is it? I ask him, my speech slured. What am I doing here? What happened?

- Oh, my little lady... someone offered you the shot that makes everyone here go crazy! And you took more than one, let me tell you that! Then, you fell asleep on this tool. Also I think the owner wants to see you, he tried talking to you but you weren't in the right headspace.

- Where is that desk... wait, is there school today?

He looked at me weird.

- You go to school?

What a stupid question on my part!

- Yeah... no... complicated story, I slurred. Let's go see that boss! I said, tryna convince myself in front of this total stranger.

- First door on your right.

- Thanks, I...

- Good luck... uh, break a leg!

We laughed nervously while I went into the boss' desk, who looked at me and instantly seemed to know who I was.

- Wow, your dance yesterday! You had some in you!

He was mindblown.

- Well yeah, I said, shy, seems like it's thanks to that shot..

- Yeah, they tend to do that on people. Hey, hmm... I wanted to ask you if, hum...

He seem like he didn't know how to manage his own... question, I assume?

- I wanted to ask if you... you could.. dance? For me... I mean, for the bar!

- Dance?

- Strip.

- Why would I accept...

- Because I'd pay you high enough and give you a high percentage of tips. People adored you last night, I think you have a lot of potential and, for a young girl like you, it would be good money!

He shut me up quick. My thoughts were blurry in my head, I mean it's true I do well for myself even thought my salary isn't that high... but it would pay some debts like the implants... Anyway, who goes to that stupid bar, except old perverts? Nobody from school would know I work here! He seemed impatient waiting for an answer, so I asked, being sure of what I heard;

- So you want me to be a... stripper.

- Yup!

That's a strange idea! He smiled and, while leaving his office, he asked me what was the name for suck a beautiful... whore... 

- Selena...

- Perfect!

He pointed a pole, saying it's mine, as if I accepted already.

- Tomorrow, seven, here, you dance. Put whatever sexy on.

- Okay!

I didn't know what to say other than that; I was going in extremes in terms of jobs! Smiling but a bit out of it, I opened the heavy door to go to my car - who've I'm surprised I haven't lost the keys. Me, Selena, stripper, come on! If there's one thing I didn't thought I'd do, it's that... that and parachute.

It's now 4 am : at home, I checked my drawers to see if I had something good to wear then remembered the gift my ex gave me for my birthday a few years ago; a beautiful laced two-piece black lingerie ensemble that I never wore except for that night; once tried on, I noticed it looked beautiful on me - maybe too much, and I was wondering if I would dare to show myself that much. I admired the lace on my body; I'm often harsh on myself but now, I thought I was kinda pretty. On top of it, I decided to wear a jeans mini skirt and a red tight tank top. Right now, I was naked under a big ugly rope. After grading papers, fueled by coffee, I watched some tv and napped a bit to compensate for my wonky sleep at the bar. At night, I had eaten and was ready, wearing the clothes I chose earlier. I put a bit of makeup on top of the existing makeup I had; disgusting, I know, I'll have pimples; what can I say? I looked at myself for the second time in the mirror, realizing how alone I truly was.