Professor, we shouldn't

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

"Savannah, give me four shots pronto!"

Margot exclaimed as she hurried behind the bar, beginning to look through their order of hard liqueur and mixers.

Savannah, another bartender at the club, looked at Margot baffled at her sudden urge to get tipsy, but without question, she found four shot glasses and poured them to the brim. One with plain vodka, one with schnapps, tequila, and a sambuca shot.

"One of those nights huh? Who do you know?"

Savannah asked but Margot just shook her head as she downed her first shot. Tequila. The burning feeling in her throat cleared her airways while her body shivered with goosebumps at the taste of it.

Savannah laughed at the anxious girl who downed the last three shots in a hurry, she knew exactly the feeling of having to dance and serve someone you know, especially in very little clothing.

Taking a deep inhale, trying to remove the bad taste of burning alcohol in her mouth and not to say the least; trying to build her courage up just to go back into that red room.

How his gaze lingered on her the same way hers did on him, made Margot's stomach fill with butterflies. Why did he have to be so very attractive?

Picking up the ice-filled bowl with a bottle of rum and vodka, along with some cola and orange juice, Margot made her way back to the gentlemen. She could already hear them laugh loudly, probably hyping each other up, which was a normal reaction coming from bigger groups of men in a strip club.

"Alright, here we are hun,"

Margot spoke putting down the bowl, instantly pulling out the two bottles wiggling them close to her bosoms, letting the condensation of water drip down her body. Thanks to the shots, the feeling of boldness were starting to show.

Keeping the men company, while pouring them drink after drink, she caught herself looking up at her professor from time to time, only to be met by his brown eyes and a smirk that got wider and wider the more he drank.

Sitting right next to the birthday boy Pedro had an awfully good view of his younger student. The red lace-up was suspended tightly around her breasts and it wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

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Margot, doing her job, entertained them. Touching their thigh, caressing their broad shoulders, or even letting them smack her ass when she went to pour them another drink. They were getting pretty wasted as time went on, and it had only been an hour and a half, and it was getting hotter and hotter in the little room. Let's just say that the birthday boy didn't need anymore to drink.

Mr. Pascal had small beams of sweat dripping from his face unto his chest, he was in a way; glowing.

"Hey, aye, miss cherry,"

Margot's stage name.

"What should we do, for you to get up onto this table and swing around a lil?"

One of the sweaty guests asked with a tone that screamed lust, the others were licking their lips at his question hoping for the best.