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Hard love to me

Girls like me don't get happy endings. I know what I am. . I set boundaries between myself and my past, only to end up with a low-quality nightclub. Even my excuse to work there is as bad as it can be: I work here to pay for college, get my technical degree from the most prestigious university in Montreal. Although baffling, in the daytime: I'm just a student and at night a stripper! But the inevitable happens and collides with my life. And now there's one woman who knows all of my characters: the quiet Alaskan student, anti-social, and cruel Heaven stripper. This woman is beautiful and complicated. It comes from the other side of life, where this side does not want me and does not accept me. But she does amaze me and her hot and warm hands on my skin make me feel things I gave up long ago. So what's the problem! The problem is, this woman is a teacher in my classic photography lessons at university!

Roan2099 · LGBT+
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29 Chs

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Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. 

How horrible is that, to be twenty years old and wish you could just fast-forward your life? 

Thursday night. The club is packed.

I do my stage set and a guy is throwing bills at me, fives and tens. I lower myself down from the pole, onto my knees, and crawl over to her. Remembering the last time, I swish my fake hair out of the way, gracefully flipping it over my shoulder, and lean in. I shimmy my shoulders, squeeze my boobs in her face, prop myself up on my elbows so she's facing my smooth flank to tuck a twenty into my G-string. I gather up the rest of the money and fold it behind the strap of my sandal, making sure to run my hand seductively up my leg, all the way to my crotch.