Classic Novel
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Busty Teacher’s Stripper Secret
It’s prom night at the junior college, so of course a nerdy shut-in like Kristen is at home.
She has no interest in prom. If some boy had invited her, she would have said no. Her best friend, Natalie, was too giddy with the event to even ask Kristen if she was going. In fact, Kristen hardly remembered the last time they spoke.
It didn’t matter. Natalie would have an important role in the story Kristen is penning. She’s about to reshape reality again and has no idea what her pen is doing. She’s just eager to write her next naughty story, consumed by her selfish sins.
Isolated. Alone. Vulnerable.
Just the way the diary wants its maker wants her to be.
* * *
Natalie Bishop
I smiled as I stared around at the auditorium of the community center. Stars hung from the ceiling, gleaming silver and catching the lights. They twinkled, splashing prismatic hues across the floor. I spun around in my dress, laughing in delight.
I was on the prom committee, so it was so wonderful that it had turned out like this. It was perfect. I smiled and headed for the door. I had to greet the students as they came in. Made sure they bought their tickets. Check that the sluts weren’t wearing panties.
Normal things like that.
I smiled as the first couple approached, so glad that there were no hitches.
* * *
At the last minute, the Community Center had to cancel holding prom. A disaster with their sprinkler system. The building is unusable. The prom committee is in a panic, but one of their members knows just where to hold it.
After all, her mother dances there. Natalie makes the call to the last venue left in town: Paradise Strip Club. In a short time, it’s settled. The Cum to School Prom will now be held at the strip club. Of course, there wouldn’t be any dancers there, but one teacher has a wicked secret that’s about to be exposed.
* * *
Natalie Bishop
I was so glad that the strip club could host us. My mom working there was a big help. She was still dancing there, making lots of money as her belly swelled with her baby. It was probably my wonderful boyfriend Carter’s baby.
But there were no dancers. The owner wasn’t about to pay his girls out of his pocket, and we couldn’t afford to pay for them. The prom committee had to dig deep into our coffers just to throw this together at the last moment.
Luckily, there were plenty of sluts at our school who could be amateur strippers and lap dancers.
I had Ms. Kwon, the school’s guidance counselor, helping me out. She was the leading expert on sluts attending our college. She knew each one by sight. That was why I had a box of ribbons. White for the good girls, and red for the bad girls.
This would be such a wild prom.
“Here you go,” I purred to Veronica, one of the girls on the volleyball team. “Your red ribbon.”
“Oh, so I get to have a lot of fun,” she purred. All the girls on the volleyball team were sluts according to Ms. Kwon. “Why else do they were bikinis and play volleyball if not to show off their bodies?”
I could not dispute that logic.
Next up was a cute, Black girl named Evayne with her boyfriend. I handed her a white ribbon. “Have fun.”
* * *
Ms. Agnes August
I had to chaperon the dance. This might be a junior college, but that didn’t mean we could trust the students.
I had been here many times. My cheeks burned with the fear one of the staff would recognize me. They didn’t know that I was a respectable teacher by day. And, of course, my coworkers and students couldn’t know what I did to make extra money. Paying off my college loans was killer.
Who would have thought that Ingenious Interpretive Dance wouldn’t help me get a well-paying job? I had to get my teaching certificate and strip. Well, at least I used my dance experience as my alter ego. So not a complete waste.
A hand grabbed my ass. I gasped and glanced back at one of the few students who knew my secret. Carter Miller. His girlfriend, Natalie, also knew. Her mother, it turned out, danced here. Carter and Natalie had come in on a date and seen me.
“Why aren’t you on the stage,” Carter said. “Ms. July.”
I shuddered at him using my stripper name. “I’m not working that job tonight. Besides, there are plenty of girls wearing the red ribbon. Isn’t that what they’re for?”
“Doesn’t mean they don’t need the encouragement,” he said. “A teacher to show them how to do it and inspire them to shake their asses. You have to do it, Ms. July. For the sake of the school.”
I swallowed, my pussy clenching. Dancing before my students was such a turn-on. I had masturbated many times after a night of shaking my ass thinking about stripping during my lessons or an assembly. Just showing the sexy, young men how hot I was. My cheeks blazed hot. This was insane, but… He was right. The prom was already having a hard enough time being in the strip club. It wasn’t ideal. I had to do my part.
“Fine,” I said and headed to the DJ.
He glanced up at me and blinked. “Ms. July… You really are a teacher, huh? Those glasses you wear aren’t for show.”
I shook my head. “I’m going on stage.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he said. “Inspire those sluts to get out there and shake their young asses. I want to see me some barely legal tits and coed cunts.”
I rolled my eyes. He was such a pig. I headed for the stage, glad I had worn something I could strip in. Pencil skirt. Blouse. Thigh-high stockings. Panties. Bra. High heels. Oh, yes, I would kill it. I moved to the stairs on the side and mounted them.
The music cut off and the DJ cut in, “Boys and girls, the first slut of the night is taking the stage. And she’s no amateur. She’s Paradise Kiss’s own naughty teacher, Ms. July!”
The students turned and stared at me as one of my favorite songs to strip to thundered through the air. Van Halen’s Hot for Teacher. My hips swayed as the students rushed to the stage. Well, the boys did in their handsome tuxes, their youthful faces lighting up.
“Ms. August!”
“That’s fucking Ms. August!”
“I had her for social studies last semester!”
“God, we’re going to see her huge tits live! I’ve spanked to those milkers so many times!”
“Ms. August, sit on my face!”
“On my dick!”
“Show us those big knockers!”
I loved it. My pussy burned with the delight of this moment. My hips swayed as the music thundered. I spun on my heels, deftly unbuttoning my blouse. They didn’t have singles to rain down on the stage, but they did have lust in their eyes.
I yanked open my blouse, showing off my tits clad in my silky, purple bra. They groaned as I threw off my blouse. My tits jiggled in the top as my pussy clenched. I soaked my panties as I wiggled my hips. I ran my hands down my sides and over my ass. I slapped my cheeks through my skirt.
“TAKE IT OFF!” the boys shouted. “TAKE IT OFF!”
I unzipped my pencil skirt and thrust my arms over my head. I wiggled my hips slowly from side to side, working my skirt down my legs. They fell off and landed in a puddle around my feet. I wore a pair of satin panties, purple to match the bra, that hugged my butt-cheeks.
They cheered as I reached the stripper pole. I grabbed it and swung.
They thundered with applause as I spun around it, scissoring my legs outward to flash the soaked crotch of my panties. My breasts bounced in my bra. They were salivating for me. They wanted me so badly. They wanted me to dance on their fleshy poles.
I spun off the stripper pole as I unhooked my bra. A new song played. Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm. I loved women singing metal. The song pulsed through the air as I ripped my bra off and let it fall.
The boys groaned at the sight of my big breasts. They were soft and delicious, jiggling as I swayed to the music. They all drooled over my tits, and now they could see them in person. I pushed up my glasses and winked at Ben, a boy from my third-period class.
I spun around and bent over, thrusting my rump at the boys. I hooked my panties.
They groaned.
The ones before me watched my swaying tits as I shoved my satin panties off my rump. The cloth rolled off my ass and down my thighs. I flashed my bald beaver at Ben and the other students. Their groans were just audible above Halestorm.
I grinned from ear to ear as I straightened and stepped out of my panties. I bared my shaved twat to all my students. They groaned in delight. Girls wearing red ribbons were watching, too. They had such envy in their eyes.
They were sluts like me and craved all the male attention.
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I hugged the stripper pole, my tits engulfing the smooth metal. My pussy rubbed against it as I wrapped my legs around it. I spun around it, releasing it with my arms and leaning back. I spun around it, holding it just with my thighs. I spun, my tits heaving, my twat rubbing on the rod.
I added some natural grease to it.