A Private Dance For The Professor

Gabriella could tell she’s in trouble. That night at the club Inferno where she worked as an exotic dancer was kind of chaotic. Their manager or rather the lady who was in charge of the dancers at the club was being unnecessarily rude and made them rehearse for over two hours.

She claims there are men of important caliber and high social status who would come to the club for business tonight. Gabriella was specially picked on because she had the nicest body and was the best in the group, she fetched them a whole lot of money but her pay was still little just like the rest.

It was midnight at the dot and the time for the girls to perform, Gabriella was dressed in a Stripper Slingshot Outfit Fishnet See-through One-Piece with adjustable String Straps embellished with Rhinestones while the other girls were wearing bodysuits with strings sides, thong and a closed back.

Gabriella got to the stage and swayed her hips from right to left in rhythm with the music and her hands on the pole firmly. She stretched one leg out and bent down with a hand in line with the legs to give the men a good view of her ass. “Whao !! So sexy!” They yelled and sprayed more dollar bills on her.

Then she climbed the pole slowly and in a very sexy manner with her legs wrapped around it she threw her head backward and used one hand to fumble with her breasts a little, while the other hand held the pole firmly.

After the show on the pole, she came down in front of the men, opened her legs widely, and sucked her thumb in a seductive manner while touching her breasts in a circular motion. One of the men couldn’t resist it, he stood up and fixed as many dollar bills as could in her outfit close to her breasts.

The men were tempted to touch her because of the seductive moves she pulled but that’s why she was the best… she was so good at what she did but the club had a rule, you can’t touch anyone without permission, and if you must then request for a private session which costs extra cash.

So, they kept spraying her the money and fixing it in her clothes but they couldn’t touch her. After the round, she was done for the night and went back into the changing room. Some of the men sent their boys to ask her for a private session but she never did that.

Gabriella has never agreed to a private session because most of the time, the men lace the girl's drink with drugs and end up sleeping with them against their wishes. Someone walked up to her again. “My boss wants to speak to you.” He said. “Don’t you get it? I’m not interested.” She yelled, already frustrated, she had to deal with this almost every night but this night was different because regular customers knew better than to ask her for a private dance.

After a while, she was about to leave but the manager stopped her. “Everyone, please keep still. This man just complained that his boss’s ring is missing and it could be one of you girls.” She said pointing at the last guy Gabriella told off and the girls murmured, “No need for that, I told him that my girls don’t steal and that’s against our policy, whoever steals leaves but we would like to search y’all.”

That raised another side-talk from the ladies in the room. “I would be the one to search you girls.” The guy said in his very deep voice. He searched all the girls in the room and once it got to Gabriella’s turn another man walked in, dressed in a more expensive suit, and said. “I’d search her myself.”

A remarkably tall and undeniably handsome young man, standing at an impressive 6 feet 4 inches. His commanding height accentuated his confident demeanor, making him a noticeable presence in any room he enters.

His entrance was nothing short of magnetic; his towering height and striking looks effortlessly drew everyone’s attention. As he moved through the room with an air of easy confidence, heads turned instinctively, capturing the gaze of those captivated by his commanding presence.

A collective hush fell, and subtle whispers followed as the girls couldn’t help but gawk at his tall, handsome figure. Their eyes lingered, subtly tracing the lines of his stature, and smiles exchanged between them betrayed the shared admiration for this captivating presence.

In the dimly lit room, his black hair glistened, accentuating the honey-brown eyes that, under the right light, revealed a hazel depth. His lips, a full and inviting pink, carried a subtle charm that drew attention in every conversation. Gabriella rolled her eyes because she was sure he wasn’t gonna find anything on me.

She might be anything but she’s not a thief, never been, and never would be. He started with her upper body, he touched her breast lightly, down to her stomach, and bent down to her legs, he ran his hands in between her thighs smoothly then down to her high boots.

“I told you I’m not a thief - -“ she was cut short because he pulled out a ring and held it up in her face. “Then explain this.” To say Gabriella was dumbfounded was an understatement. “How could this have happened?”

She asked herself. Gabriella was so embarrassed and she tried to defend herself but no one believed. How could they? The ring was brought out from her boot. “You’re fired, Gabriella. How could you?” The manager said and shook her head in disappointment. “You have to trust me, I didn’t do it.” Gabriella tried to explain but no one was having it.

The other girls were side-talking, they were in support of her being fired because she was always the center of attraction and they were jealous of her, she had no friends among them. “I don’t think there would be a need for that. On one condition though, I get a private session every day I come here else I’ll also sue her for theft.” The hot man said. “It’s your choice Gabriella, either you do this or you’re fired.”The manager said.

Gabriella was confused, she despised the private dances with everything she believed in but at the same time, she had school bills and siblings to take care of with her job.

She didn’t want to do it, she thought about getting another job but it wasn’t easy these days and most clubs don’t pay strippers enough even though the money she’s been paid here isn’t enough that she had to take a day job after school, this club still paid more than most clubs in the city. “Alright, I’ll do it.”