The $eductress – Episode 43

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 43

Anastasia p.o.v

“Age is just a number.” She said.

I don’t know why that resonated with me so much.

It’s like I felt that on a much deeper level than I needed to.

Age is just a number.

I’m sure that won’t apply to all cases.

I wasn’t going to say anything about that.

“I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t do something for your birthday.” I said as I lifted the bottle of champagne from the bucket.

I popped the cork of the champagne and didn’t wait for the foam to spill.

Just as I felt the clear liquid spill over my hand, I lifted the bottle to my face, taking a gulp to fill the inside of my mouth, but I didn’t swallow it.

I waved Beth closer so she could lean forward.

It wasn’t much of a surprise, but she wasn’t expecting me to kiss her.

Though, she did keep her lips open so I could pour the alcohol in her mouth.

One kiss wouldn’t hurt, but it turned out to be more than one.

Most of the champagne spilled between our lips. I didn’t swallow any of it, but I know she got some.

Even after there was no more to pour into her mouth, I continued to kiss her. It was wet and sloppy and dirty, but the best part was when she didn’t stop me. I knew when she was shocked. She had stopped moving for a second as i licked the inside of her mouth.

I didn’t want to ki*ll her.

I pulled away and licked my lips as I watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Just swallow my face, why don’t you!” She muttered as she took napkins to wipe her neck.

She was blushing.

“Well you can’t say I didn’t do anything tonight.” I sat back in my chair and got comfortable.

“You should do a little dance for us.”

“That will cost you.”

“How much?”

“You know my fees, ladies.” I said and closed my eyes.

“How many times have you made me dance for the fun of it?”

“A$s is a$s.” Jessica said.

I opened my eyes slightly to look at her.

She isn’t wrong, I will give her that.

I didn’t say anything though.

“Come tomorrow night, it’ll be more fun.” I told Beth, but Jessica and Tania clearly heard me.

“I will think about it. I have an exam on Thursday.” She said, but I knew she wanted to say yes.

I just smiled at them as I got up.

Tania was kind enough to hand me some money before I left.

Sometimes I forget that I can get paid to do anything here, even sit and have a conversation with people.

I liked the girls, they were kinder and less demanding.

They only grab a$s and are less appropriate.

I liked that.

I was planning on not doing anything for a much longer period of time, but I saw Arnaldo walk in and that meant we were going to get close.

Again.

I walked over to him immediately when I saw him. He looked at me, staring at what I was wearing but he knows where we are. This is a strip club. I’m not going to wear jeans and a shirt to do my job. Tonight I was wearing a black jersey with gold numbers on the back. It was short, and exposed my b00bs.

I have gotten into this habit of wearing body jewellery so I had to put that on, and my naval piercing was gold to match.

I also wore regular black pants but they were thinner. I would have worn lingerie underwear but tonight wasn’t the night to be fancy.

“You going to come every night I work?” I asked him.

“I wouldn’t have to come and find you, if you stopped disappearing in the morning.” He said back.

He knows I don’t like staying over.

Waking up in someone else’s bed is bad news, and I don’t care whose bed it is.

I disappeared earlier this morning because I didn’t want to sleep. The fear of waking up next to him is what makes it hard to sleep and I was lucky that I wasn’t tired, cause if I was, my worst nightmare would come true.

It’s not my fault that I slipped away without him noticing.

I don’t feel bad.

“Why don’t you ask me to dinner first before you get mad that I don’t stay the night?” I said as I counted the money I had gotten tonight, which wasn’t a lot.

He has this expression like I shouldn’t test him.

He would ask, and he would make me go out with him.

He has no idea how much I want to go out with him, but I know better.

He knows how I feel about this.

The fact that I’m actually thinking about staying with him is a problem.

We are not together, and we shouldn’t be doing things like we are.

Arnaldo doesn’t seem like the friends with benefits type of person.

I know that based on the time I have spent with him.

The way he looks at me gives me chills.

It’s almost like he would risk everything for me.

It wasn’t like that at the beginning and I want it to go back to that.

TBC