Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Professor - Ch. 2.3

“Dang, girl. You sure latched onto a Mr. Money Bags tonight,” Crystal said after closing the door to the adjoining room where they would freshen up and change.

“Yeah, I had to dance for nearly every man in the room just to get the four hundred I did get this last hour,” Raven inserted, eyeing Aurelia’s cash, too, but for a different reason.

“It’s all going towards school,” Aurelia replied, stating what her priorities were.

“School or not, I’m heading straight for the professor when I go back out there. I got mouths to feed,” Raven said, letting Aurelia know upfront that she now had some competition.

“You don’t have any kids.” Crystal sent Raven a disapproving frown.

The short blonde was always starting trouble among the girls with her competitive nature. If Dingo ever gave Crystal hiring and firing power, Raven would definitely be the first to go, despite how much money she made for the club with her Nordic facial beauty and alluring figure. A figure that suggested that she had a few ethnic roots in America’s melting pot.

“My boyfriend has six kids,” Raven replied, revealing just how young and stupid she was. No sensible mature woman would take care of a trifling man’s responsibilities. No wonder Raven’s boyfriend couldn’t keep a steady job. He didn’t have to with an enabler like her.

Paying haters like Raven no mind as usual, Aurelia secured her money in her portable combination lockbox, stuffed it deep into her rolling suitcase and then went to the bathroom to freshen up. Instead of just washing up, she took a quick shower.

The professor had really gotten to Aurelia with his handsome face, hard body, and gorgeous eyes that haunted her even now. A slow orgasm had been building while she danced for him. Had he moved his hips at all instead of just pressing upwards; she would have surely gone over the edge.

I hope he likes my next outfit, Aurelia found herself thinking, though she knew better than to get too fond of any customer. Yet somehow this particular customer seemed special. Real special.

© 2009 by Mi’Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier


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