The $eductress – Episode 37

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

©Youngicee stories

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST

Chapter 37

Anastasia p.o.v

People get me so self-conscious when they say stuff like that to me.

I don’t know how to tell people not to stare at my a$s, but my job is literally people staring at my as$.

That’s all it is.

I mean, I learned how to “dance” and “twerk” and shake my a$$ for any drooling idi0t who will watch, so I know I’m good at that, but Jennifer’s comment is still ringing in my ears.

I don’t know what happened, maybe it’s what I’ve been eating or something. Or maybe it’s because of the job. I’ve never noticed before, and it wasn’t till I started this job that people tell me things like that.

I wanted to put trousers on and call it a night.

“You’re lucky I’m thinking that’s a compliment.” I told her.

Because it’s Jennifer, I won’t say anything.

“What?”

“Don’t stare at me!” I said and turned away, wanting to hide my body.

But she punched my a$s.

I smacked her hand away from me and pushed her to the side.

“Whatever, Anastasia.” Jennifer laughed.

I lifted the skirt again and flexed my hip out.

Obviously, I’m not going to look like some hot girls with banging bodies but I should definitely be proud.

“I should eat healthier.” I said.

I haven’t put in weight, but again, I get a little self conscious sometimes.

“That’s expensive. We’re on a budget.” Jennifer reminded me.

That’s also true and I hate that it’s true.

Jennifer stares at me, and I stared right back at her.

I was going to ask her to go somewhere healthy with me tomorrow for lunch.

She would say yes, but then we would never wake up on time.

The job is draining.

I sighed and so did she.

“Well, I’m going to do my job in this direction.” Jennifer said, gesturing to a group of men who were here for a good time.

That’s what she’s good at.

Just flirting and having fun.

men love that.

I was bored.

Arnaldo said he was coming to see me. So until then, I would just have to wait until he gets here.

I wonder if he would like what I was wearing. He never said anything about things that aren’t lingerie.

And I was wearing something special underneath.

I didn’t want to show it to anyone.

I hadn’t realised how lost in thought I was while trying to do my job.

I’ve been distracted lately and I know why.

All I can think about is Arnaldo.

I know it’s a problem that he takes up most of my thoughts. And it’s not a good idea to be distracted so much that he’s all I think about.

I couldn’t show that much interest for anyone tonight even if I was being paid, so I stayed up on the platform and pole dances. It’d be easier than faking my interest. It’s getting harder to do that now that I had my mind on someone that I actually liked.

I need to get that under control.

Arnaldo is everything which I think is hard to find.

He’s funny, he’s nice, he’s séxy. And I know that I’ve only seen his good side, but I just had this feeling like there wasn’t a bad side, that’s there was nothing wrong with him.

That he was perfect.
I wonder what his flaws are?

Sometimes he can be a little detached and nonchalant, even when talking about something that might matter to him. But that’s rare, only because he rarely talks about himself. I obviously know not to get too close to him, he’s probably doing the same. But when he’s not detached, he’s so nice. And I know he can be affectionate. There’s a part of him that’s sweet, and that’s the part I liked. I liked his detached part too, I thought that side of him was funny.

He’s always presenting the best side of himself.

And that might be because he’s rich and has a profile to keep up. But he does that here, in a strip club, where no-one cares as long as money is being thrown around.

I wanted to know what he thought of me, if he liked me, if he wanted more than what we have now. And it’s a forward thought, and it’s forward of me to assume that there might be something more.

What we have now is fine.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t realized how excited I was. Arnaldo just gets me so turned on that I couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. It showed too, and as much as I wanted to hide it, I couldn’t.

It’s the job.

It’s better when it looks like I’m interested.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Arnaldo was here.

It’s easier to pick him out from all the other faces. He dressed better than everyone here, too. I bit the inside of my lip I softly moved against the pole, he was looking right at me, and he knows I was staring at him.

TBC