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My first week at The Cave passed in a flash. My confidence was slowly building and I was really beginning to enjoy what I was doing. For the first couple of days, I just worked the floor and the poles around the club. Damon had been patient with me, letting me ease my way into it. I think Vanessa and Rose may have talked to him about my situation.
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?
