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{Everyone wants a male str!pper}
Ā©Johnny LĆ©gendary
Note: 18+ š adult contents ā not for re-aders un-der the age of 18
EPISODE NINE:
{TEDDY’S POV}
Standing before me was the woman I fvĀ¢ked on Saturday. The same woman who had an explosive Orgasm while I rocked her to escasity. The same woman who’s bĀ©dy trembled un-der my weight when I gave her the most savage S-x she’s ever received.
There she was, standing before me. I could ba-rely move a muscle. I couldn’t believe it.
What was she doing here in my school? I had thought I’d never see her again.
The students around us had left leaving just the two of us gaping at each other. My eyes went to her hands and sighted an English text book. She had a teacher badge on her brĀ£@st pocket and a cane on the other hand.
My eyes grew.
She was a teacher?!
I fvĀ¢ked my teacher?!
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{Bridget’s POV}
I couldn’t focus. My eyes kept wandering to where he sat by the window. He wasn’t paying attention to what I was teaching. His face and every being was staring outside the window. I guess he must’ve been too scared to look my way.
The SS.3 students realized my uneasiness while I teach. I was shaking all over like someone who just caught a cold.
This was too unbelievable.
Teddy was a student in the school I teach and not just any student, an SS.3 student. How come I’ve never seen him around here before? The reality of it all c@mĀ£ to me like a jabbing shock that I couldn’t recover from.
I can’t believe I was fvĀ¢ked by my student. An SS.3 student. A fvĀ¢king gorgeous boy. A str!pper in my school!
I was glad he wasn’t looking my way. I would have thrown up.
Finally, clas-s was over and I raced to my office and shut myself in, breathing heavily with my che-st heaving up and down.
God, no! Walking limply to my seat, I fell on it and placed my f!ngerson my temples.
I began thinking.
Teddy recognized who I am and I’ll bet he knows I knew who he was. He seemed frightened and shocked by our unexpected encounter today. Meaning he was secretive about his job. The more reason why he always wore that diamond mask. I thought of Lola and the disturbing fact that those girls had no idea Teddy was no other than their clas-smate.
Then I thought about him.
He’d given me the most expensive, yet satisfying S-x I’ve ever had in years. From what I’m getting at, his being a str!pper was to earn a living. I wondered if he had parents.
My mind began getting the jitters. Oh no, if his parents discovered I was sle-pt with their son, I’d not only lose my job but could also get arrested. I wondered if he parent knew he was a str!pper.
This was too much to take in. I felt really uncomfortable just thinking about it.
Teddy! Teddy! What will he think of me? Would he gossip to his friends about our affair? How can I ever stay in a school with the one guy who fvĀ¢ked me, being my own student?
I decided I was going to call him over and have a long talk with him. This was as bad as it is. If the school board of trustees found out about Teddy and I, I am dead.
And so, I sĀ£nt for Teddy. I wasn’t looking forward to this meeting but I knew if I didn’t go ahead with this, I’d be leaving it at a high risk that’d be fatal to my career and reputation.
I waited.
Ten minutes dragged away. No Teddy.
Twenty minutes…..no Teddy.
Was he coming? What’s taking him Soo long?
At exactly half an hour later, he c@mĀ£ into my office. I held my breath when I saw him.
Even in school uniform, he still looks Soo S-xy and beautiful. My heart was racing. Teddy stood before me, his arms behind his back, his muscles straining against his uniform, his blue eyes probing mine, his face set and expressionless, his chin up and chiseled jawline pointing at me.
He was soo beautiful I felt like jumping his bones right there and now.
We stared at each other without saying anything. His eyes bore into mine and so did I. I wasn’t going to be intimid@tĀ£d by a teenager but in honestly truth, I was Melting un-der those gaze.
Finally, my eyes were the ones to give way first. I took a sheet of paper and began scribbling on it. To my horror, I noticed my hands were far from steady.
The silence in the room was soffacting. I had to break it somehow.
” Teddy,” i began, not sure that was what I was supposed to call him. ” I had no idea you were a student.”
His eyes didn’t leave my face. ” I don’t un-derstand you, ma’am. Who’s Teddy?”
My head sh0t up from my paper to stare at him.
Seriously? Was he going to deny that p@rt?
” You’re Teddy,” I said.
His eyes ha-rd ened. ” I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name isn’t Teddy. My name is Marcel.”
” Marcel?” I looked away because his gaze was ma-king my head dizzy. ” I know you as Teddy. You work at a str!p club called k!ssES.”
” You must be mistaking me with someone else, ma’am,” he said, his husky voice growing ha-rd . ” I don’t know who is Teddy and I never worked at a str!p club.”
He was good. That was one smart move but I wasn’t stupid to accept his tale. I saw his face behind that mask. It was him. It was Teddy. He can’t fool me. I decided to use another tactic.
” What about your parents?” I asked
” I don’t have a parent.”
This shocked me. ” You’re an orphan?”
” More or less.”
” Since when did you begin schooling here?”
” Since my SS.1,” his frown de-epened. ” No offense ma’am but this sounds more like a police interrogation. Did I do something wrong?”
I was now electrified. I’ve been in this school for five years and I’ve never seen this boy in my life until now.
” It’s alright,” I waved my hands away. ” You can leave. I must’ve mistaken you with someone else.”
He seemed glad to leave and he left without giving me a second glance.
I knew he was lying to me. The fact that he doesn’t want to reveal himself to me shows he has no intentions of revea-ling our affair to anyone else. He looks tough and a gentleman. He doesn’t look like someone who talks too much.
Still, I nee-d to find out more about him.
The best way to do that was to book another pri-vate session and this time, I was going to take off that damn diamond mask from his pretty face.
gr-abbing my phone, I made a call to k!ssES and made a credit deposit for a pri-vate session with Teddy.
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{Teddy’s POV}
Mrs Bridget was not just my teacher, but also stays in my neighborhood. This was too bad and just after I thought she must’ve forgotten what I looked like behind my mask.
I have no idea if she believed the lies I tried using to disguise my true self. I hated myself for letting that mask fall to the ground. Now she knows what I looked like, she’d always have that knowing looks on her face whenever she saw me.
Walking out of the school gates, I took a commercial tricycle to k!ssES. Dada had sĀ£nt a message earlier to me last night to meet him at his home after school.
I wondered what was b!tt!g him but all the same, I had to be there by all means.
Dada owns a house at Victoria street. Victoria street owns large arces of beautiful estates lined up in an orderly fashion.
One of these days, I promised myself I’d have a house like Dada.
The cloud had darkened and little drops of rain pelted down from the sky.
I found Dada’s estate number, 056 and walked in. A pizza delivery car stood outside his gates. Walking past the car, I walked into the house. Dada was ma-king some bank transfer to a tall skinny guy in a pizza delivery uniform.
” You got the alert, Andrew?” Dada asked the pizza guy.
” Yes,” Andrew nodded. ” Thanks sir.”
” When next I’ll nee-d more pizza, I’ll call up your office,” Dada said.
Andrew smiled. ” I’m always re-ady to deliver, Mr Dada. And thank you for the ti-p.”
I saw him running against the little rain towards the pizza delivery car and drove out of the estate.
” Marcel,” Dada called out to me. ” It’s about time you showed up. Come inside I wanna talk to you. Don’t stand in the rain. You’d get a cold.”
Taking a de-ep breath, I followed Dada into his expensively furnished house.
Sitting on the couch, he dropped the carton of pizza on the glas-s table and wandered over to the inbuilt bar.
He returned afterwards with a bottle of henekein and placed it before me. ” Enjoy yourself, kid.”
I opened the beer and took a long pu-ll from the bottle, my eyes regarding Dada as he took the arm chair with a slice of pizza in his hand. He wore a long flowing robe cut clean with a gold wrist watch.
Dada waited for me to settle down before he spoke. ” How’s Simi?”
” She’s fine.”
” And her fever?”
” She’s stronger now. I took care of her medication.”
Dada reached from beside his stool and brou-ght out a packet of cigarette. ” Alright, I’ll cut to the chase. Look, kid I got a new job for you.”
I pas-sed my ton-gue round my driedl-ips. Holding my bottle of henekein ti-ght, I took a de-ep breath and waited.
plea-se let it not be a man.
Dada continued. ” It’s a woman. You might know her. She goes by the name Cas-sie.”
” Cas-sie Ajayi?” I asked.
Dada smiled. ” That’s right. You gave her a l@p dance last week Friday.”
” I remembered.”
” Well, she wants to meet you tonight at a h0tel lodge. So she c@mĀ£ to me.”
I took another pu-ll from my bottle. My mind told me something like this was going to pop up.
Dada placed a cigarette on hisl-ips and lit it up. ” Marcel, I really can’t tell why these married women are soo obsessed with you. I can’t place my f!nger in it. She wants you to stay the night.”
I stared at my beer as Dada blew smoke towards me. That was exactly the same thing Tarma had said to me last night.
” Now, as you know, we have some S-x policies and rules governing our business. I do things in a way that wouldn’t get me involved with the police or the press. Usually, we don’t give S-x services to our customers when it comes down to pri-vate sessions but Cas-sie is a woman from what I’m observing, nee-ds that S-xual service so she paid me some reasonable amount of money for all the services necessary to keep her satisfied. I want you to give her your best. The money is good but that doesn’t make it an excuse to leave her unsatisfied.”
Picking up a slice of pizza, I ni-bbled on it but my mind was busy.
This was a jam. I had collected a hundred thousand from Tarma. We’d agreed to meet tonight but now with my boss engaging me with a new job, I realized the impossibly of meeting up to my agreement with Tarma.
” Marcel, are you listening to me?”
I snapped out of my thoughts. ” Yes.”
” Then why are you soo mute?”
I kept quiet for a while. ” Sir…. wouldn’t you be….umm… troubled that I’m slee-ping with another woman?”
Dada stĀ©pped smoking. He brou-ght down his cigarette and gazed at me.
For a while, nothing was said between the both of us. I heard shuffling of feet and the next thing I knew, Dada’s feet were approaching me.
I winced and waited. He drew out a stool and sat before me.
Outside, the rain had build up, trick-ling down the window slowly, setting the mood in the room cold and gloomy.
” Marcel,” he reached out for my face. I saw his red painted nails stro-king my cheeks. His hand raised my face to his and he slowly re-moved my spectacles.
Dada’s eyes held mine and he brou-ght hisl-ips to myl-ips and crushed it with a light k!ss.
Outside a flash of lightening outlined our faces in each other’s eyes.
I allowed him, feeling his cigarette breath running down my nose. We remained like that for a long while then Dada pu-ll-ed hisl-ips slowly away from me.
We gaze at each other.
Dada smiled and k!$$Ā£d my forehead. ” Ofcourse, I’ll be troubled, Marcel but it’s strictly business. Despite the fact We’re this close doesn’t necessarily mean I’d keep you for myself. I do get jealous sometimes when you make another woman Ā¢v-m in the show. Sometimes I wish I would never share you but if I did, the business will suffer. You’re my star. It’s because of you this club is still alive. It doesn’t matter what I think or how I’m bothered. Customers comes first before my pri-vate affairs.”
I didn’t say anything. The only sound that c@mĀ£ into the room was from the rumbling thun-der in the sky.
” Marcel,” Dada la-id his head on my che-st. ” I’m sorry.”
” Sir….” I paused when his hands went round my nĀ£Ā¢k.
” Don’t say it kid,” he hvgged me ti-ght. ” I know I’m not the best lover and I’m definitely not your favorite person either but all I do, I do it because I like you. It’s funny how we should meet like this. Despite all our mistakes and misun-derstanding, could you at least forgive me? I’m sorry you got hurt. I never really wanted to hurt you.”
I remembered the pains in my bu-tt and I looked away. ” It’s alright, Sir. It didn’t hurt that much.”
Dada raised his head and studied me. ” Marcel, come home.”
I shooked my head. ” Dada, we’ve been over this. I can’t leave. My sister….”
” She can live here too,” Dada pas-sed his thumb on myl-ips. ” I wouldn’t mind if she stays. I’ve got enough rooms.”
” Never,” I pushed him away slightly. ” I’m not involving Simi in this sh*t! Whatever is going on between us, she must never ever know. I’m happy where I am with my sister, Dada. I’m not coming back. Never.”
Dada watched me closely. The next moment, he slowly stood to his feet and returned his cigarette back to hisl-ips. ” Have it your way then.”
He tossed me an envelope. ” There’s your cut from the deal with Cas-sie as well as your salary.”
I stared at the envelope then at him. Dada had never given me a cut before from any deal? This was strange.
” Remember, Marcel,” he drew in smoke while he walked towards the bar. He gr@bbĀ£d a bottle of Scotch and turned towards the stairs. ” Whenever you feel like coming back home, the door is always open. It’s a tough world out there. Be careful.”
And with that, he left me for his room.
Tearing open the envelope, I stared at the two neat rolls of money. I brou-ght the money out. One roll was my salary for the wee, the other roll was my cut from the deal with Cas-sie.
Each roll was a hundred thousand each. I was expecting fifteen thousand for my salary as usual. Instead, I got a hundred thousand.
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