Misty meets Jack

"Misty, a nice name for a stripper," Jack said as Nora walked backstage to clean herself.

"Huh," she said and tried to sort her mind. What was going on here? She wasn't a stripper or was she? "What going on?"

"You made a client really happy," Jack said, giving the teacher/stripper a clap on her ass. "Nice performance, you sucked him really clean."

"Thanks ... boss ...," Misty said. She liked the name much better than that boring old name of hers.

Jack grinned. The whole system he had set up worked really well. He reached for the small remote in his pocket and the music started to get a little louder, helping the former teacher to slip into her role. Then he pushed her over a table and Misty groaned as she could feel a really big cock pushed into her wet pussy.

"Oh my god," she screamed as Jack hammered her on the table. Thoughts rushed through her mind about how much better it was as a stripper at an exclusive holiday resort. It was probably been better paying than her teacher job. She groaned and moaned as he came into her pussy, leaving the exhausted stripper on the table.

"I have to go, dear," he said and gave her a slap on her ass. "Give yourself a rest, a shower and then have a nice evening with our guests. The club opens at nice."

"Sure, boss," Misty mumbled.

When Jack headed back to the reception to see who was where, he came across Mike, who was slowly wondering down the hallway, trying to make sense of what happened. Miss Miller, no, Misty, had just gave him a top blowjob, something he might have imagined in a dream before. But this was real, or?

"Hey, everything alright, fella?"

"Oh ... hi," Mike responded. "Yeah ... I just ... need to clear my mind."

Jack grinned. Some of his fellow classmates clearly would get their minds cleared in the upcoming days. But this young man seemed to have some potential.

"You all done with school soon?"

"Yeah, we actually are. Exams written. This is sort of a graduation class trip."

"Perfect," Jack said and Mike looked a bit confused. "I was thinking, a young man like you, wouldn't you be interested in working at a holiday resort? Hot ladies around to take care of. A lot of suns and a cool beach. And not bad paying, both in money and pussy."

Mike blinked with his eyes. Did the guy just say pussy? He wasn't sure, after the events from just before he could just have imagined that. "Maybe, Sir."

"What if you come by my office and we can talk about it? If I am nowhere to find it, you can ask the receptionist to page me."

Mike nodded and Jack left him there in the corridor.