The Student : PJM

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She'd turned sideways facing me, one leg tucked underneath. I was still holding her hand.

"When we dance on stage, we're supposed to get topless on the first dance, naked by the end of the second dance, and do the third one totally nude." That had been pretty obvious; all the dancers had done the same routine.

"When we're done, we're not supposed to be nude in the main room unless we're dancing, so to get around the rule they want us to pick up our clothes, and carry them with us and get dressed again in the dressing room. That way we can legally walk naked through the bar." I'd noticed that also; except that some of the girls as they wandered to the dressing room had stopped to flirt with some of the patrons while still naked. Y/n had gone directly to the dressing room and then come back and worked the room dressed.

"And it's the same when we're in the private area; we're supposed to walk naked with the client back to the main room and continue to the dressing room so everyone else can see we were naked back here. Management thinks it's good advertising."

All it took was a question about her daughter, and her face lit up. She told me about how her daughter wasn't just the love of her life, she was her life. She told me how she had a baby sitter that would take her almost anytime, but she had to pay quite well for that privilege also. It made sense, having a babysitter that would allow pickups at 3 am when she got home from work had to be tough on everyone. But she trusted her, which for any parent is important. She told me about how tough it was going to school her, trying to make enough to live in a piece of shit apartment, pay for babysitting and food, and be able to make enough to save for medical school. She explained that although there were bars closer to school she didn't want her work to interfere with her university work, so she put up with the long drive.

"I have to put up with drunken slobs hitting on me every night, but by the time I graduate next year, I'll have enough saved to pay my way through medical school and not have to dance anymore." I thought about that for a moment, before I asked the next question.

"You didn't want to try student loans?" 

"I did." She nodded, released my hand and stood up again.

"But I would have graduated with enough debt that I wouldn't have been able to pay it off for at least 20 years. I've worked the minimum wage jobs, I know what it's like to have bills greater than your income. This way, I graduate and start a career without an anchor over my head." Her hands wandered her body, it was almost magic the way her top disappeared and suddenly her breasts, proud and beautiful, were unashamedly on display in front of me. Sliding into my lap, sinuously turning sideways, her arm sliding behind my head, I suddenly caught sight of a shadow in the hallway again. 

"How'd you know he was coming?" I asked.

"You just hear it after a while. It's all a routine; after a while you don't even hear the songs -- it's just a count. One, Two, and as the song comes to an end you know he's coming." I don't think I heard a word she said, I was busy admiring her beautiful body.

"My god, you're beautiful Y/... Grace," I again corrected myself.

"You're not so bad looking yourself, Mr. Park." she answered.

"You have to say that, I'm the client."

"No I don't. It's true. I've always thought that for a teacher you were pretty hot." 

Hmm. "For a teacher," I repeated, needling just a little, slightly offended. For a teacher -- I wasn't that much older than her, was I? 

"You know what I mean," she giggled. "I think you're the hottest teacher in our campus." I absently reached out and stroked her arm, not even thinking about the no touching rule. She didn't stop me. 

"You're not so bad yourself. Despite your damn sweatshirt, you're one of the prettiest girls in the campus." I suddenly realized that my free hand was no longer stroking her arm, I was stroking her side. My hand had of its own volition slid down her side and onto her panty clad ass. With a start I pulled it away.

"It's ok, I didn't mind," Y/n said.

"I, um, I was told that you were pretty strict about the rules."

"I am, but with you I didn't mind." I heard the song change in the background; Grace stood, casually slid her hand to her panties and slid them off. "Was it that guy you're with that told you?"

"Beom Seok?" I questioned. "Yeah -- he said you're pretty strict."

"He's a regular, he's made quite a contribution to my Medical School Education, but I won't miss him. He's all hands."

"That's Beom Seok," I laughed in response. 

Grace actually did her dance routine for me with that last dance. Now totally naked, she did her best to entice me with her body. She twisted and gyrated, rubbed against me, and as the music came to an end, she ended once again sitting in my lap, her legs across me. I reached out to touch her arm, my hand sliding off it to her naked hip. 

"You're a gorgeous woman, Grace." She thanked me and said we'd been half an hour and asked if I wanted to stay longer; I told her that we'd better go or the other guys might think something, but that I'd really enjoyed it. She walked me out to the door, said thank you to me once again before turning left and walking naked toward the dressing room.

"Is she hot, or what?" Beom Seok grinned lasciviously when I pulled myself up to the table. "Gees, I thought you were never going to come back. Did you get your hand slapped?" I laughed it off, realized my beer had gone back to the private room with me and had stayed, never touched. I ordered another. "Is she coming back? I want to go back with her."

Somehow that pissed me off.

As it turned out, Taemin was already three sheets to the wind. We'd been plying him with hard alcohol for several hours, and the others decided it was about time to move on. Beom Seok thought it was a little early, the stripper wasn't supposed to be to the hotel room until 1 am, but it seemed to be a unanimous decision. One of the other guys was in the private area, when he returned and my beer was almost gone we got up to leave. 

Grace happened to be near the entrance as we left, she stepped over to us and said thanks for coming. Beom Seok flirted with her, and she flirted back, but I felt her hand on my arm, sliding down, hooking my pinky finger. Looking at the guys she said "Thanks again" and squeezed my finger as she did. Nobody saw, but I felt it.

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