Beth Anne Riley

You watch as Beth Anne Riley enters the doors of Shooters, a 21-and-older strip club.

A stunned Jennifer excitedly turns to you, saying, "Oh my god, Mr. Clarkson, you have to go in there and see what she's doing."

"But, but, but..." You start only to be cut off.

"Don't you see this is perfect, Mr. Clarkson? You catching Beth Anne in a strip club would give me the perfect leverage." Jennifer crowed.

A little taken aback, you blurt out, "****, isn't that more than a little wrong?"

"Any more wrong than a teacher fucking two of his students bareback," she countered.

She was right. You were deep in this, and it was only the second week of school.

Seeing your hesitation, Jennifer assured you, "Don't worry; if you catch her in there, you can get her to call her father off."

You were pretty sure Jennifer wanted more than to make her rival's father leave you and Maddie alone. But you haven't been able to tell this blonde no since she climbed into your lap. So you give the girls your burger order and find yourself walking over to Shooters.

Paying the cover charge, you enter the bar. Looking around, you didn't see Beth Anne immediately, so you sat down at a table. A waitress saunters up to you, her Double-Ds waving in the air.

Ordering a beer, you scanned the establishment looking for your wayward cheerleader. There were two bartenders and three topless waitresses for the 30 or so patrons.

The dancer on stage was down to her g-string. She was a good 10 years and 30 pounds out of high school. A good-looking woman if you liked the 12 tattoos she had. With one last flourish the dancer poses, and a voice over a microphone calls out, "Everyone, a round of applause for Lady G."

The stripper gathered up the 50 or so dollars on the floor, stuffed it into her g-string, and left the stage for the bar proper.

A few minutes later the microphone goes live, and the announcer calls out, "Did you ever dream of having a naughty little cheerleader? Everyone take a look at Cherry De-light."

The music wells up; it's an edited version of Gwen Stefani's "Holler Back Girl." Out from the curtains struts Beth Ane Riley in a cheerleader outfit that would never be seen outside a porno. Beth Anne grabbed the pole when Gwen said she's no holler-back girl. In her 4-inch heels, she started to swing on the pole when she locked eyes with you and almost fell flat on her face.

Despite being startled by your presence, she resumed her dance. As the song went on and the clothes came off, you had to admit she was talented. Towards the end of the song, Beth Anne was on her knees too. It's bananas when you pull out a 20 and put it on the stage. As the song ends, Beth Anne gathers up her cash—more than 200. Apparently, it pays to be 18 and illegally dancing.

Stuffing the cash into her G-string, she comes over, sliding onto the chair across from you.

"What are you doing here?" she asks urgently.

"I could ask you the same thing, Cherry," you reply.

You could see there was a lot she wanted to say but couldn't. She leaned forward, giving you a good look at her nipples, and laid her hand on your arm.

"Why don't you ask for a private dance?" she says urgently...