It’s a scenario that has been played out in the media before: high-school student falls in love with a teacher and an illicit love affair begins. They would get caught, the teacher goes to jail, and all is forgotten later. Jaime never figured out how in the hell anyone could look at their teacher even remotely sexual. That is, until he met Ms. Kendrick. She was a young, History teacher who always seemed more passionate about studying the Cold War than she was about any pop culture events. Although it seemed she was aloof at times, Ms. Kendrick simply didn’t care enough about Perez Hilton and the like to give a damn.
Still, pop culture references aside, there was a secret about Ms. Kendrick that many—her colleagues included—have wondered about her. She drove a Mercedes that was splashed with candy-apple paint. She carried the designer label on her arms and always seemed to look she was worth well more than she was getting paid for. Everyone knew teachers didn’t get paid nearly their worth. Many teachers picked up second jobs and severely cut back their lifestyles just to make sure the lights stayed on. But Ms. Kendrick never really had that problem. Many assumed she came from a rich family or had a wealthy sugar daddy supporting her. If only it was that simple. Ms. Kendrick was hiding a well-kept secret from everyone, her students especially. She was a stripper. It was by accident that Jaime found out and it was a night he would never forget.
One night Jaime and his friends decided to hit The Lovely Kitten Gentleman’s Club for an evening of relaxation. What says relaxing better than having a stripper shaking her ass in your face? Ordering just soft drinks at the bar, the men sat at the front table to enjoy themselves. Every dancer brought something different to the table. Some of them were acrobatic flexible. Some of them were the bump n’ grind type of dancers. Some of them used their eyes to seduce. Nevertheless, all of the dancers were great. Until one particular dancer came on stage and Jaime thought he was going to fall out of his chair.
Her hair was a black bob cut. Her breasts were perfect due to a little knife sculpting. Her toned body was the result of many workouts at the local gym. But it was her face that really garnered the most attention. She had innocence about her, although her place of work and attire told otherwise. But it wasn’t just the look on her face that captured Jaime’s attention. He recognized her. It was pretty damn impossible to not realize who she was but she was one of those types who had a recognizable face no matter where she went or what she had on. It was Ms. Kendrick.
Wearing a black corset, fishnet stockings and five-inch stripper heels, Jaime found his mouth gasped open in shock. It was no question where she was getting her extra income. He didn’t know how long she was stripping but imagined it had been for a while based on her lifestyle. Now she was bumping and grinding in his face. She had a dancer’s rhythm, naturally moving her body to every beat and melody. It wasn’t contrived or practiced. She cupped her firm breasts and licked her lips, practically begging the patrons to spend just a few more dollars on her. When she did the splits on the floor and bounced her ass, Jaime felt his head nodding along with her.
His next move would be spoken about for many years to come. The end result would become the all-time greatest dinner story. Jaime was going to pay for Ms. Kendrick to give him a lap dance. Ms. Kendrick’s reaction to Jaime’s generosity would be classic.
*Above model is Jessica Drue; photography is by piratephotography*
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