Beth Anne afterwards

"Ooohhhh weeee, girl, that's your best night yet." The older woman said.

"Yes, it is," Beth replied absently. Looking at the money, after the club's cut, it came to 1850 dollars. That was more money than she had ever had at one time before, especially for a night's work.

The older stripper, after taking off her costume, was drawing her gold hot pants up her luscious mocha legs. Looking at Beth Anne's contemplative look, she sensed something was amiss.

"Did something happen to you, baby? Tell Miss Cleo all about it." She asked.

Sighing, Beth Anne looked at the older woman. "Have you ever done something that you couldn't decide was either epic or the dumbest fucking thing you could think of?"

Laughing, she said, "More times than I can count, baby girl, more times than I can count." Cleo pauses, studying Beth Anne closely. "You finally did it, didn't you? Fucking a customer."

Beth Anne looked over at the Black woman and just nodded.

"And you take it; you liked it?" Cleo theorized.

Beth Anne snorted, saying, "I liked it too much."

Cleo finished wrangling her K-cup tits into her bra before saying, "I warned you after Vitto asked me to look after you this could happen."

Beth Anne shrugged as she put her street clothes on.

"You'd done good staying away from that side of this business. What Happened?" Cleo asked.

Sitting down on a stool before the dressing table, Beth Anne started, "I was doing my first dance when I came face-to-face with my homeroom teacher."

Cleo stops, staring at the teen. "You mean the new guy who chose that other girl as team captain for your cheer squad." Cleo shakes her head saying,"Ain't that the luck."

"I know, right?" Beth Anne paused. "After the dance I asked him why he was here, and he parroted it back at me."

Beth Anne grabbed her purse, putting the cash away before continuing, "I took him to one of the private rooms, and he asked how I was here."

The Black woman cocked her head, asking, "Well, what did you tell him?"

Leaning against the wall, she tells the stripper, "After some back and forth, I told him that my friend's uncle Vitto got me a fake ID and the job."

"Um hmm," Cleo nodded.

"There were 500 dollars on the table for answers and a dance." Beth Anne finished.

Cleo's eyebrow rises. "That's a lot of money for some conversation and a lap dance."

Beth Anne closes her eyes, narrating the memory, "I had told him the club policy for touching us. I had my back to him, and I was twerking when he clasped my hips, drawing me onto his lap."

Cleo nodded as Beth Anne continued, "I could have screamed for George right then, but when I felt Mr. Clarkson's cock against my ass…"

"You wanted to ride it," Cleo guessed.

The teen nodded, saying, "I have a boyfriend, but when he told me to lose my g-string and, oh gods, his fingers..." Beth shivered, adding, "He made me cum so hard."

Cleo smiled, telling the teen, "A man who knows what he's doing is a hell of a ****."

"When he had me fish him out, he had to be at least 8 inches. And, oh god, I've given Luke the odd hand job before. But when I saw Mr. Clarkson pre-cum…"

"Just had to taste it, didn't you, little girl?" Cleo said, stating the obvious.

"God yes, I can still taste it." Beth Anne admitted. "He then told me I could only taste it because his cum was going into my pussy."

Cleo sat back, asking, "Did he at least use a condom?"

Beth Anne shakes her head, and Cleo sighs, saying, "Girl, that is dangerous in a place like this."

"I should have ended it there, but I was scared and horny." She shrugs, "But I wanted it so much it still scares me, feeling Mr. Clarkson's cum filling me knowing there was nothing...."

Cleo places her hand on the teen's shoulder, advising her, "Beth Anne, Is this your last night as planned?"

"It was, but my dad can't pay for college, and it can be hard getting a cheer scholarship." She confessed.

Cleo shakes her head. "Girl, it's one thing to do this for a couple of years to pay for school, but not for you."

"Why," asks the teen.

Cleo sighs, "Everyone has kinks, girl—you, me, even Tina. Some it's feet, some it's smoking, some it's even fat people, etc., etc., etc. For you, it sounds like you have the most dangerous one of all for a sex worker risk."

"You really think I should quit?" She asked.

"Girl, unless you're willing to be a kept woman, mistress, or have a sugar daddy. You'll end up 22 or 23 with 3 children by as many fathers." Cleo advises her.

Just then there was a knock at the dressing room door.

Opening the door, George looked in, saying, "Cherry, your Uber is here."

"Thanks, George, I'll be right out." Beth Anne says while gathering the last of her things.

Cleo hugs Beth Anne before saying, "I hope I don't see you in here again. Also, I would stop off at a CVS and get some Plan B, girl."

Heading out, Beth Anne hopped into her Uber for the hour ride home. As the miles ticked by, they passed a couple of all-night drugstores, but she didn't ask to stop. Instead, she kept going back to that dangerous moment when she felt him seeding her again and again. Beth Anne felt her nipples harden, fighting the need to stroke herself.

Arriving at home, it was close to 3 am when the teen snuck in through her bedroom window. Opening up her bag, she began stashing away her outfits when she paused at the green g-string. Pulling it out, she stared at the strip of cloth. It was still damp, and lifting it to her nose, she breathed deep, smelling Mr. Clarkson's cum. The same cum that was swimming around inside her.

Looking at her calendar, it was three weeks till her period, so unlikely but possible. Beth Anne got into bed knowing tomorrow would suck when her phone rang. Checking the number, she gasped; it was a number that hadn't called her since their falling out in freshman year.

Picking it up, Beth Anne answered with a hesitant "Hello?"

"Beth, it's Jen; we need to talk.