Alice couldn't deny it while she continued grinding on the pole. A small fire had ignited in her lower parts, and her body was warming up by the second. Now that she knew Mr. Thompson was looking at her, she didn't care about all the other guys in the room. She danced for him. For the despicable four-eyed teacher who mocked her so often in front of the whole class for not being able to answer the simplest questions.
Even though her show should have ended by now, Alice kept on going. Exposing herself to the view of dozens of lewd deadbeats, she had proven her mean professor right. Every time he had called her a screw-up, a failure, he had been right. She was plain trash, a girl only good for these kinds of shameful shows, and the humiliation felt exhilarating!
The young blonde was discovering a feeling she had never experienced before, and she couldn't help but want more...
She snapped out of it and finally stopped her strip tease. She made a small bow and went backstage, her face all red from excitement and embarrassment. Bill, Aphrodite's owner, had an impressed smile as she passed him by to get to the fitting room.
"You were on fire tonight, Candy!" he said, joyfully. "Keep it up and you'll make me a fortune."
Back in the changing room, Alice poured herself a glass of cold water to calm down. What happened out there was strange, she had never felt this way before. Losing herself in the moment wasn't like her. It was all because of him! Because of his troubling and unflinching stare. Because of what his presence here could entail.
Tomorrow, Mr. Thompson would be able to tell his colleagues he saw former high school princess Alice Thornwood performing an erotic dance in a third-rate strip-club. All her teachers would know what she had become! Would they be concerned by her situation, or would they share a good laugh? Word might spread even further than the teacher's lounge, to her former younger classmates, the same teenagers she ruled over only two years ago.
She would become the school's laughingstock! The schoolgirl who ended up selling her body after messing everything up, a cautionary tale all by herself. It was a nightmare, plain and simple. And yet, Alice's hand slowly lowered to caress the moist lips of her pussy.
Did the shame excite her that much? Or the exhibition, the humiliation? What the hell was happening to her? All of it was his fault! What was a high school teacher doing in a place like this, anyway?
"Candy, you have a client!" Bill said through the door. "Get your butt to room 4 for a private show!"
Great, and now she didn't even have time to catch her breath. Or to release some... tension.
"On it, bossman!" she answered, feeling tired in advance.
Alice got to room 4 after dressing up. This time, she wore fishnet stockings, a short pink skirt, and a flimsy see-through top with pink stickers on her boobs to hide her nipples. Men went crazy when she wore stuff like that.
She wasn't used to private dances yet, it had only happened a few times and she always felt a bit clumsy. But it was good she had been called, it would make for good practice and keep her mind away form what happened on stage. Furthermore, it meant someone out there appreciated her show enough to book her. It was encouraging, in a way.
However, when the teen blonde finally entered the room and saw the person who called for her, she understood she was wrong. Tonight wasn't going to be easy practice. On the contrary, this dance was gonna be harder than any she did before…
Him again. Comfortably seated on a leather chair, hands on his fat belly, smiling like she had never seen him smile in all her high school years.
"Well, if it isn't little Miss Alice Thornwood!" Mr. Thompson laughed. "I almost thought my eyes deceived me."
The young stripper hurriedly closed the door behind her, not wanting anyone to understand she actually knew the old man who called for her tonight.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Thompson?" Alice blurted out, panicking. "Why did you ask for me?"
"I'm here because I'm a regular customer of this fine establishment," he replied, calmly. "As for why I asked you to come, I think you know it full-well. I mean, look at this sorry excuse for a bra and those slutty fishnets, you're exceptionally dressed for the part! Though it would've been better to see you in this indecent schoolgirl costume you had on stage. A reminder of the good old days we've shared, if I may say."
The 55-year-old man gave her an evil grin, detailing her figure with his hungry eyes, taking in the curves of her almost nude breasts and the outline of her skimpy skirt.
Beyond the fact being half-naked in front of her former professor turned her stomach upside down, Alice was frightened by how much he seemed to enjoy this situation. Seeing his former student's decadence on stage wasn't enough. He called her here to see her fall from grace up close, to rub it in her face!
She knew Mr. Thompson was a cruel and spiteful man, everyone at Fowland High had that figured out, but to think he would go as far as to gloat from seeing a teenage girl disgrace herself to pay for her bills... Yikes, the guy was more twisted than Alice ever imagined.
"I'm not going to… to dance for you!" she said, getting pissed. "That's out of the question! I mean, you taught me in high school, it would be too weird. Could you just leave, please, Mr. Thompson?"
"Trying to get out of a work assignment, as usual?" the overweight teacher smirked. "Well, alright, I saw how to motivate a greedy girl like you back there."
The old man rose from the chair and took a $100 bill out of his wallet. Alice was too startled to react and, before she understood what was happening, her former professor shoved it in her bra, touching the velvet skin of her left breast. Afterward, he got back to his seat and looked at her with disdain.
And he had reason to... Having customers throw money at her as if she was some beggar was already humiliating enough, but having a man who had been her tutor, who had known her for years, do the same was so much worse. The 19-year-old girl had never felt as cheap as in this instant!
"Better now?" he asked. "Now that you've been paid, get to work, Miss Thornwood. I don't have all night."
Alice was completely stunned. Not only had Mr. Thompson, a high school teacher old enough to be her father, almost groped one of her breast, but he paid her for a lap dance in the most demeaning way possible. She would've felt less dishonored if he threw the dollar bill at her feet like everybody else. It was too much. She had to find a way to get out of here, quickly!
"Please, sir..." she almost begged. "I'll give you your $100 back. I'll ask my boss to give you your money back. Just... Please, get out."
The middle-aged man's smile disappeared and his face turned cold. When he spoke up again, his tone had changed. It was the stern and hard voice he used on troublesome students to make them fall in line. A tone Alice had heard too often in the past...
"I will do no such thing, Miss Thornwood. I paid good money to hire a professional! Now, are you going to act as a professional with me, or do I have to go and tell my good friend Bill his latest recruit is slacking off?"
The blonde stripper felt a shiver run down her spine and she looked at her feet, intimidated. That's why she never liked Mr. Thompson, he always made her feel like a helpless little girl getting scolded when she came to his class. And the same was happening right now. Despite how repulsive he was, there was no denying he had something unyielding, frightening even, about him. She was an adult now, and the older man didn't hold any authority over her anymore, yet she didn't dare contradict him.
Vanquished, Alice came closer and began to dance around the metal pole facing his chair. She moved her body to the tune coming out of the speakers, trying to focus on the music instead of on him. If that's what the dirty bastard wanted, fine! She would treat him as any other customer. At least, her private dances didn't last too long, this ordeal would be over soon.
"Good, Miss Thornwood, good," the middle-aged man said, watching the stunning blonde's slender body eagerly. "I see you've come to accept your place in this world. Turn around, I want to see you shake that ass."
His tone was imperious, it's like he was ordering around a trained dog. Yet, Alice turned around, unable to face him as she started to jiggle her butt.
She couldn't believe what she was doing, dancing in scanty clothes in front of the teacher she hated most back in Fowland High. What would her former classmates and the rest of the school staff think if they saw her now? What would her ex-boyfriends Sean and Nathan say if they saw her twerking in front of the professor she always complained to them about?
Her ass was now mere inches away from Mr. Thompson's face! Considering how slim her panties were, he was probably able to catch glimpses of her private parts. Fuck, it was so humiliating to do something like this in front of this gross old man.
She breathed heavily and tried her best to push these thoughts away. To hell with it, in for a penny, in for a pound! The elderly teacher had already seen her naked on stage anyway, what she was doing wasn't so different. Only more... Intimate.
"Thornwood..." Mr. Thompson mumbled, as he readjusted his glasses to look at the young beauty shaking her booty in front of his face. ""The thorn in my side", as I called you all these years. And here you are now, exhibiting your body for a few measly dollars. How the mighty have fallen. I Can't believe I have the hottest piece of ass our school has ever seen doing a private strip tease for me. It's like a dream come true. On the floor now girl, I want to see you crawl!"
The 19-year-old blonde shivered again, but this time not out of fright. The tingling in her lower parts was back...
She let go of the pole and got down on the private room's dirty rug, resuming her sexy dance. Without her noticing, her waists movements were becoming fiercer and lewder, as if her body actually wanted to excite him.
Alice was glad not to be facing him, otherwise he might have noticed how red her face was getting. She never imagined she would one day perform such a vulgar show for her old cranky teacher, especially with him bossing her around so dominantly.
This whole set-up was so sinful and scandalous. And the teen girl couldn't deny a tii~~~iiny part of her was finding it oddly exciting, even though she would never admit it out loud..
Are you happy with... with the show?" she dared ask, timidly, looking back at him.
"Oh, believe me, I am," Mr. Thompson smiled, from ear to ear. "Keep shaking that ass as you grovel in the dirt, you little minx. You've surely learned how to fire up a grown man. Congratulations!"
Alice blushed again, not exactly sure if she was offended by his rude comment or if she... actually appreciated receiving a praise from him, for once. Probably for the first time ever, come to think of it.
"Come closer," he commanded. "I never got the chance to see you so undressed at school, I want to assess the goods."
Without thinking, Alice obeyed. Maybe it was a reflex from back when Mr. Thompson was her teacher and that she had to do everything he ordered her to, no questions asked. Or maybe something else was at play in her mind, something darker...
The pretty blonde started dancing while facing his chair, giving him a full-frontal view of her almost bare breasts. The professor had the eyes of a wolf about to swallow a lamb in one bite. She couldn't believe Mr. Thompson was looking at her this way. He was 36 years older than her and he had been her schoolteacher, it was so wrong!
"Closer, Miss Thornwood. Closer." he kept on saying.
This time, once the blonde stripper got near, the middle-aged professor reached out and put both of his hands on her bottom. He playfully slapped her bum, making her squeal feebly, but it might have passed for a cry of excitement.
"God, the ass on you, girl!" he growled. "You've always looked like jailbait, you wouldn't believe how glad I am you're finally legal."
"Hey, no touching! House rules!" Alice said, taken aback by how brazen he was getting.
But Mr. Thompson was only getting started. He pulled the 19-year-old blonde to him and made her sit on his lap as if she was a little girl. It made her feel even more powerless and juvenile.
"Don't play innocent with me," he replied, sternly. "All the strippers in here earn a few bucks on the side with this kind of thing. Grind on my cock, you little tease!"
"I'm not lying! There's a camera on the wall, Bill will be pissed if he sees you molesting me."
"I told you, I'm a regular here. Bill is an old friend, he turns off the camera when I take a private room, and he doesn't ask questions afterward. I come here too often, that's probably why my wife divorced me and took my daughter with her. But to hell with them! If it means I can have you all to myself tonight Miss Thornwood, I'd do all this lawyer bullshit again."
The blonde girl tried to escape his grasp, but he grabbed her neck and pulled her toward him. Seeing him from up close, Mr. Thompson really wasn't a pleasant-looking man. Well into his fifties, balding grey hair, thick glasses, wrinkles on his face and on his hands. But the way he handled her like a helpless doll, the roughness in his eyes. Alice couldn't help but be subdued... And horny. Shamefully horny!
"Now, like I said, grind on my cock, slut! That's the only thing you're good for."
Even though she resented the insult, Alice obeyed. She started moving her hips on his black pants, rubbing at the bottom of his prominent belly. Crystal's words came back to her mind, "milk that cow!"
Eventually, she felt something poke against her rear, something that was growing harder and thicker by the second... She couldn't believe the situation she was in: giving an erection to Mr. Thompson, a man her father's age! The same awful teacher she and her classmates made fun of behind his back, mocking his balding head and his dated clothing style. The professor whom everyone despised for his demeaning attitude, but whom no one dared to cross when he threw a tantrum.
The old teacher Alice had been glad to get rid of after leaving Fowland High was back, indeed… And he was hard as rock while grabbing her shapely buttcheeks. All of it felt so taboo…
"That's it, little whore," Mr. Thompson whispered to her ear. "Grind on me! Feel how excited it makes me to see my worst student in this sorry state! Defiant and pretentious Alice Thornwood, the blonde high school princess who looked down on everyone from her golden pedestal. Look at you now, giving your teacher a hard-on for money!"
Alice bit her lower lip. His verbal abuse didn't revolt her any more, it had the opposite effect... The divorced teacher wasn't the only one getting aroused from all this. Which is why needed to put an end to it ASAP!
"Old man, I really think we should stop," she replied shyly, without stopping her movements on his crotch. "This is a bad id…"
Alice couldn't finish her sentence as he seized her by the neck again, this time more forcefully. She couldn't get away, even though he didn't go as far as to choke her. Still, with her throat in his grasp, she suddenly realized how much stronger than her he was, despite his age and his corpulence.
"Still the unruly little brat you were in my class, I see!" Mr. Thompson said, menacingly. "A girl your age should respect her elders, especially if they're her clients. You'll call me "sir", is that understood?"
The 19-year-old girl knew she should've stopped the ill-tempered professor then and there. She should've asked him to let her go and told him to get BENT before storming out. Bill would surely side with her if he knew the old man dared lay a hand on her, and Crystal would protect her. But Alice didn't do any of that. She didn't flee, nor did she call for help.
And it wasn't out of fear. For all his aggressiveness, the former schoolgirl knew Mr. Thompson enough to be convinced he would never actually hurt her. No, she stayed because some kind of instinct was urging her to, telling her to comply, to submit to him. His assertive hand around her neck felt less like a threat than a scolding, as if she was a pet being reprimanded after behaving poorly.
After all, she did call him "old man". Mr. Thompson wasn't completely in the wrong, demanding to be addressed properly. He was out of line, but she was the one who started it with her impoliteness. He was his senior, his customer. She needed to respect him...
You're right. I'm sorry for my insolence…" Alice replied with pleading eyes, while an odd feeling ignited in her knickers.
"I'm sorry, who?"
"I'm sorry... sir."
"That's better."
Without asking, Mr. Thompson started to fondle her boobs and caress her belly, making the cross-shaped stickers fall from her tits. The dirty bastard massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples to see them get hard. His hands were so forceful and resolute, it made Alice tremble all over!
However, she didn't dare stop the grouchy professor. Strangely, a part of her didn't want him to. Seeing him get so dominant inexplicably made her breath accelerate. She bit her lower lip to hold in a moan while her body got warmer and warmer.
God, what was wrong with her tonight? It was the first time she had such a strong reaction to a man's touch, even cuddling with her previous boyfriends never aroused her like that.