Her Dirty Teachers - Mika Lane Page 0,1

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Zin patted me on the back. “Thanks, Senna. I appreciate it. It’s gonna be a good night, I can tell. You’ll make some money.”

And with that, she turned to find another girl who she could assert her dominance over. She never let anyone forget she was boss.

Zin was a woman of few words and shared pretty much nothing about herself, but rumor had it she’d been a dancer at the club when she was quite young, and when the owner was murdered during a hold-up, she’d slipped right into his place as boss.

Some people even said she’d set him up to take over the club. If that were true, and I’m pretty sure it was, she was crazier than anyone thought.

“What do you think of my new outfit?” Godiva asked, letting the curtain fall shut, curtailing our spying.

I had to hand it to Godiva. She had some of the classiest stripper clothes I’d ever seen on someone who took it all off.

See, at Club V, some of the girls stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits, showcasing their shaved lady bits and breast implants. Others, like me, kept our stuff covered. We were no less sexy in my opinion—in fact, I thought keeping a little on was more sexy. But I didn’t judge. More power to them for getting butt naked. Going that far just wasn’t for me.

Like most of the other strippers, Godiva made her costumes. She’d find something cute at the store, take it home, and find a way to copy it and make it that much more sexy. And her latest creation was outstanding.

For my upcoming act, I wore what would be considered a very revealing one-piece bathing suit. It consisted of a little triangle over my crotch connected to a slightly larger triangle over my ass, and two strips of fabric wrapping from back to front, over my boobs, and tying behind my neck. Godiva, on the other hand, preferred the bikini style costumes. Easier to get off, she’d told me.

She did a little twirl, her ass cheeks jiggling just the slightest bit from her movement, barely covered by her new sexy and glittery chainmail bikini. She’d somehow found matching gold chain and strung it around her hips for a belly chain. When the rest of her clothes were off, this little accent would sparkle nicely in the bright stage lights.

“You look amazing. Was it hard to make?”

She slapped her palm to her forehead. “Totally. I had to use metal cutters for the chain.”

So crafty.

Zin reappeared quietly. “You’re on,” she said to Godiva just as the DJ introduced her.

Godiva’s face blew up in a gorgeous smile. She parted the curtain and disappeared into the bright lights.

Chapter 2

SENNA

“Wow. Zin was right. This is turning into quite the good night,” Godiva said when she got back to the dressing room all the girls shared.

She opened the little purse she took onstage for the tips she got at the end of a performance. The bills—mostly tens and twenties—had been stuffed so tight inside it that half came flying out, scattering all over the floor.

I bent to help pick up her cash, returning a small stack to her. Jesus. Maybe I should consider ‘taking it all off.’ It seemed that dancing in your birthday suit earned a shit ton more tips than what I got for keeping my stuff concealed.

But that was fine. I preferred a minimum of coverage. If it cost me, I was okay with that.

Godiva rushed to put her street clothes on to get home to her little boy. I had a few minutes to kill before I was due onstage.

“Hey,” she said excitedly, “tomorrow’s the big day, huh?”

Ugh. She had to bring that up.

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yup. Should be interesting.”

She put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, her blue eyes a little tired now that she’d removed her false eyelashes and heavy makeup. “You’re gonna knock them dead. I know it. You’re at least as smart as all the other people who’ll be in your classes.”

Um, yeah. “Your words to god’s ears,” I laughed weakly.

Sadie, the girl on after me, sat at the dressing table opposite, finishing her own makeup. “Oh my god, Senna, that’s right. You’re starting college tomorrow, aren’t you?” She jumped to her feet and gave me a hug, which I half-heartedly returned.

I wasn’t a ‘hugger.’

But I did appreciate the sentiment. For the most part, the other dancers I worked with, particularly Godiva, had become like family.