Show me, Masters

01

I was late.

It was something that always happened whenever it was time for Mr. Brooks' or Mr. Davis' class. I wouldn't blame myself for it; I would blame him. Them.

His classes were always early, at 7:00 am, and I wasn't one to wake up early, especially after the stressful days I went through before their classes. "Shit," I muttered under my breath as I hurriedly passed a few students.

The door to the lecture room was closed, and I sighed. Of course it was. I slowly pushed it open, cringing at the sound it made. When I looked around, most of the students' eyes were on me, as well as Mr. Brooks.

He paused his lecture and pushed his glasses up as he watched me take a seat. "Sorry," I mumbled and brought out my laptop while avoiding Mr. Brooks' gaze.

The class came to an end, and I released a breath and grabbed my things. "Miss Sawyers, I would like to see you in my office, now."

His voice sent a cold chill through my body, and I straightened my spine and raised my eyes to him. He was standing in front of me, and my eyes widened at how close he was.

"O-okay," I stuttered, and he wasted no time in walking away, expecting me to follow behind him.

Fuck, I knew this day would come, but I never expected it to be today. Not now, not when I had a job to do.

He unlocked his office door and took a seat behind his desk while I stood, rolling the balls of my feet uncomfortably.

"Have a seat, Miss Sawyer."

Fuck, his voice. Hearing him up close was so much better and hotter. I tightened my hands around the strap of my bag, shook my head, released it, took a seat, and then placed it on my lap.

"Miss Sawyer," he started, taking his glasses off and placing them carefully on the desk. Then he raised his head to look at me.

"I noticed that you've been missing my classes or interrupting them with your lateness," he said, smacking his lips together and eyeing me.

"Mr. Brooks, I can explain—"

"And on top of that, your grades have dropped," he glared at me harder and licked his lips. My eyes followed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brooks..." I muttered lowly and lowered my eyes to his glasses, and he sighed.

"I don't want you to be sorry, Ashley. I want you to do something about it," he stated sternly, and I gulped.

"The next time you come to my class late, you might as well teach."

"I'm sorry," I said again, and he sighed.

"I really wouldn't want you to fail my course, Miss Sawyer. I see potential in you, and I wouldn't want that to go to waste," he whispered the last part lowly, and I raised my head to look at him, clearly shocked.

He relaxed his back in his chair and cleared his throat. "That would be all."

I quickly got up and grabbed my bag from the floor and walked towards the door. My phone fell from my hand, and I cursed as I bent to pick it up. When I turned, his eyes were on me, on my rear end that was sticking in the air.

My cheeks turned red, and I quickly stood straight and grabbed the handle of the door. As I pulled it open, I heard his voice. "Have a nice day, Ashley."

My eyes were wide, and I held my phone tightly to my chest. "Did my lecturer just check me out?"

I couldn't help but grin as I skimmed through the crowd of students to my next class.

I read the text that popped up on the screen of my phone. It was from my landlord, reminding me of my rent that was due since two months ago.

I sighed and tucked the phone in my front pocket, then looked at myself in the mirror. I was going to get the money today. I was finally going to pay my bills, at least half of it.

The club was fully packed, and the loud music seeped through the walls of the dressing room while girls walked around in the lingerie that the boss provided.

I was nervous.

"You look like you're seeing a ghost, Ashley," Raya's hands rested on my shoulders, and I looked at her through the mirror. "Relax, you've got this. You've been training for two weeks now; I'm confident you can do it." She smiled and then brushed my dark hair with her fingers, the curls bouncing around my shoulders.

A girl walked over to us and dropped a white set of lingerie, white shoes, and a mask on my lap. "New girl, get ready in ten. You're up next, you too, Raya," she said and walked off with her ass literally slapping together.

Raya tapped my shoulders once more and walked off while giving me a thumbs up. I puffed out a breath and walked to a room and changed out of my clothes.

I walked out, fully dressed—or rather undressed. I took a deep breath at the same moment the boss walked in.

"That's what I'm talking about, Chico," he grinned and slapped his hands. "Now go out there and make 'em milk out their money."

I smiled uncomfortably and walked beside Raya, who was buzzing with confidence. I can do this. I kept chanting those words to myself, and with one last glance at myself in a mirror close by, I pulled the curtains over my head and walked out with Raya.

Here goes nothing.

All I could hear was the sound of my breath that drowned the blasting music in my ears. I could literally feel my legs shake as I walked across the color-changing floor.

Raya was taking the lead, walking seductively while I tried to follow her lead. The lights were upon my face, making it hard to make out the audience.

When I got to the pole, I plastered a smile on my face and weakly grabbed onto it and rolled my ass to the men, getting an exciting cheer out of them.

I remembered all Raya had taught me for the past two weeks. I jumped high, grabbing the pole firmly and slowly skywalking in circles, showing off my thin waist and wide hips. They all cheered again, this time making me smile, and I began to enjoy myself.

I let go of the pole and walked around the stage while touching my body in a seductive way. The men threw a few dollars onto the stage, but it wasn't enough.

I needed more than that.

I walked back to the pole and danced around it, moving my body to the beat of the music. Raya was long gone, leaving me alone to the eyes of hungry men, but I needed to make them hungrier. I needed what they hid in their pants.

Money.