The Student : PJM

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Y/n didn't recognize me immediately; I was just one of the boys at the bar, but I knew exactly when she did. Her dance routine, which like all the dances included gradually removing what little she had on until she was naked, had a short stutter at one point. She'd just made a spin around the dance floor from brass pole to brass pole, until she'd spun by my position. Suddenly a bend in place, a gyration that turned her back and she looked directly at me. It was not just the glances and smiles that she did for every patron, but the look of recognition, the flash of "Oh Shit" on her face - Y/n's face - that said it all. Just that one flash and her face went back to that of "Grace, the Dancer" and for the rest of the routine there was no other sign that she knew who I was. She had her game face on -- and she performed well.

She was definitely a favorite; every seat at the ring side was filled, dollars were laid out and she collected them all. She used her breasts as every other girl did, pushing them together and encouraging the boys to hold the bills in their mouth for her. I was at the bar -- it would have looked funny if I'd not participated in the sharing of the wealth, so I did. When she leaned in to pick up the dollar that I was holding in my hand, elbow on the dance floor, I said, "Hello Y/n", just loud enough for her to hear -- if she was listening. I'd say it was a whisper, but that would be a lie. With the volume of the music and the hollering and hooting of the guys around us, it was at best a stage whisper, and in reality was really much louder than that. Her stage face disappeared momentarily then reappeared, and she moved on. 

"Isn't she just dynamite?" Beom Seok yelled into my ear as she moved on. "My god I'd bone that chick in a heartbeat."

"Yep, pretty damn hot," I agreed standing and beginning to move back to our table. 

I tilted the bottle of beer up to my mouth when he continued, "Yeah -- wouldn't you like to have a few co-eds like that in your classes?" 

I choked. I managed to make it appear that it was on the beer; I couldn't let Beom Seok know how close to the truth he really was. 

"Grace" came out front a few moments later, gradually walking around the room, moving toward our table. I had no doubt that she knew where I was, I also had no doubt that she was gradually working her way to us -- to me. I could see her being propositioned by lots of guys asking her for a private lap dance; at best she put them on hold, as she continued moving around the room saying "Thank You" to those who'd just parted with their money for a close up look at her naked body. I knew when she was at the table behind us; I'd purposely not looked at her as she spoke to them. I also knew exactly who it was when I felt her hands on my shoulders. I reached up to my left shoulder with my right hand, putting mine on hers. Her head dipped down to my ear, "Please, Mr. Park, I'm Grace here," she whispered, and then purred just a little louder so that everyone could hear, "Would you be interested in a private dance?"

"Hell yes, you're the only girl he's spent money on all night!" Beom Seok hollered needlessly loud in response, not giving me a chance to answer. I just squeezed her hand and nodded with a bob of my head. Finding that one of my star pupils, and the star of my most far out dream fantasies, was actually a stripper and volunteering to take her clothes off so that I could ogle her was a bit disconcerting, but I wasn't about to let it be known to my fellow partiers that this woman was actually someone that I knew. 

"Ok, just let me finish the room and I'll be back." 

"Jimin Boy, you are absolutely gonna love this broad. She's got tits and an ass to die for. She's pretty strict about the rules, but my god what a body. I'll bet I've dropped a grand on dances with her and every penny was well spent." Hearing my long time buddy extoll the virtues of Y/n, or rather in this environment, Grace, certainly didn't do anything toward easing the torment and questions in my mind. Had she played me? Had I done the right thing in adjusting her grade? Why the difference in dress, so shy and non-demonstrative in her school dress, here she wore practically nothing most of the time and regularly wore absolutely nothing but her heels while she paraded within inches of her customers faces. Our County officially has "no-touching" rules; I presumed that was what Being Seok had meant about being strict on the rules, but still -- my mental image of an angel had sprouted some horns to say the least. 

I picked up my beer and downed the last half of it, which drew comments from the other guys. "It was getting warm," I explained, catching the eye of the bar girl who was only a couple of tables away. She started moving my way. "Anybody else for a cold one?" I asked, looking around the table. Not unexpectedly they all were and I bought a round for everyone. Our new beers returned, and almost simultaneously, Grace did too.

Taking me by one hand, my brand new cold beer in the other, she led me toward the veiled doorway on the far side of the room. A hallway with multiple cubicles semi-hidden through transparent curtains was beyond. The curtains hid nothing from up close, anyone walking by would be able to see in, but they would have to specifically look. From a distance, all one could see was shapes through the veil. Some rooms were empty; there were dancers and guys in several others. I wasn't intending to peep, but as Y/n led me down the hall to the last cubicle I saw one girl wearing just her panties leaning over, her hands on a guy's shoulders, swinging her breasts across his face, his hands in his lap. In another the girl was totally nude, standing on the couch straddling her customer, her hands against the wall, her pussy inches from his face. His hands were on her bare bottom, if there was a no touching rule -- he certainly wasn't obeying it.

Entering the room, Grace pulled the veil behind us. I didn't sit, but rather turned to face Y/n. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Park," she said. I realized that this was  Y/n the student talking, not Grace the stripper. 

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