Teach me, p.1
Teach Me, page 1
Teach Me
Alexa Riley
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Coach
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Teach Me
by Alexa Riley
Heidi Miller is desperate. That’s the one thing that keeps drumming in her mind as she walks into the strip club looking for a job. As a cocktail waitress, she’s only supposed to serve drinks, but when a hot stranger flashes a stack of cash, how can she turn it down?
Reese Davis has never been to a strip club, and it’s his cousin’s fault he’s here tonight. All he wants to do is sit in a corner until it’s over, but the hot little waitress dressed as a school girl is enough to send him over the edge.
Warning: Does he end up being her professor on her first day of college? What do you think? Pull out the knee socks, because class is in session.
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Chapter One
Heidi
“Are you sure you put the right address in?” the driver asks as the car rolls to a stop in front of Heaven's Door. The parking lot is almost empty, but the building doesn't open for another few hours. By then the parking lot will be overflowing with cars. Especially on a Saturday night.
“Yes,” I respond but make no move to get out of the car. How am I ever going to pull this off? I remind myself that I’m out of options and there’s no one else that’s going to take care of me. It’s scary to feel so alone in the world.
“You know this isn't a church, right, darling? It’s a strip club.” If my stomach wasn’t in knots I’d laugh.
I suppose the dress is a bit churchy, but it’s all I have. It’s a bit snug because it’s a few years old, but in my haste to leave my childhood home I hadn’t been focusing on dresses when I packed my few belongings.
“I know.” I swipe my tongue against my dry lips. I’m not out of the car yet and I’m already freaking out, and the driver isn’t helping. Even he knows I don’t belong here.
“You have to be twenty-one to get in,” he points out.
Good. That will help with the odds of me running into anyone I know. The last thing I need is someone from school finding out I’m working at a strip club. If I even get the job.
“Only if you’re a customer. It’s eighteen to work.” That’s what the man on the phone said at least.
“Darling—”
“Thank you.” I cut him off before he tries to talk me out of this.
The gravel parking lot has me wobbling in my heels as I hurriedly make my way toward the side entrance I was told to use. I’m already not good in heels, but at five three I’m going to need them for a place like this.
I glance back over my shoulder to see the driver sitting there watching me. Not wanting to be spotted by someone I know who could be driving by, I open the door and quickly slip inside. I’m not sure anyone would actually recognize me all dolled up or believe I’d be in a place like this, but with my luck lately, this would be the time.
“You lost?” a soft feminine voice asks. I blink a few times as my eyes try to adjust to the dimly lit hallway.
“I’m here to see Marks.” I reach up and pull my glasses off, wanting to be as attractive as I can be. It's the main requirement for the job, and I’m guessing my glasses don’t scream sexy.
“You’re the interview? Heidi Miller?” she asks with a confused laugh.
“Yeah.” I shift on my feet. More of her comes into focus as she closes in on me.
She’s tall, easily towering over me with dark hair and killer curves. I’m getting why they call this place Heaven’s Door. I bet she’s every man's wet dream.
“You sure you don’t dance?” She cocks her head, eyeing me up and down.
“I thought the job was for a server.” I’d heard you could make really good money here serving drinks. But if you’re willing to take your clothes off and they let you on the stage, you’ll make a fortune.
I’d love to have the money, but there’s no way I could strip in front of anyone. Serving them in the tiny uniform I’ve heard they have for their cocktail girls is going to be hard enough.
“We are, but there’s no way you’re not going to get requests for lap dances.”
“I…” I can’t think of what to say. Honestly, I thought it was a stretch to get a job serving drinks here, but I had to try. No way do I think they might want me to dance.
“Put the glasses back on. I want Marks to see you with them. Follow me.” She motions. “I’m Sadie, by the way. Marks’s right-hand girl.”
I slip my glasses back on my face and follow after her. I have to walk fast to keep up with her long legs.
“You’re eighteen, right?”
“Yes, I have my ID.” I reach into my bag and pull it out. She takes it from me before knocking on a door and opening it without waiting for someone to tell her to come in.
“Happy birthday,” she says, handing it back.
“Thanks.” I glance around the big office that has a small bar and even a lounge area. My eyes are drawn to the window that looks down into the strip club. This office is a small club of its own.
“Your interview is here,” Sadie says. The man behind the desk lifts his head, and his eyes widen as they land on me.
I’d thought Marks would be some old man in a cheesy suit, but he reminds me of Bruce Willis with his shaved head. He’s in a suit, but it’s all black and simple. He opens his mouth to say something, but Sadie beats him to it.
“She doesn’t dance.”
“Unless you count ballet,” I joke.
“Really? If you do ballet you could easily be trained,” Marks says, standing from behind his desk.
“Honestly, I’m not sure about all this. I was hoping to serve drinks. I don’t think I can take my clothes off.” I grip my bag on my shoulder, needing something to hang on to.
“You never know what you’re capable of when men start offering you thousands of dollars for a private dance.” Sadie smirks. Thousands of dollars. Really? That sounds ludicrous. Someone would pay me that much to dance on them? I can’t even wrap my mind around that.
“I’m not shaped like a stripper.” I look down at myself. Aren’t strippers supposed to be tall and skinny with big boobs? I’ve got okay boobs, but I’m chubby.
“Stripping isn’t all about a woman’s body. It’s about the sex appeal they send out,” Marks says, coming around his desk to lean up against it on the other side. He kicks his feet out as he looks me up and down.
“Sex appeal?”
“You scream innocent virgin.” Sadie fills in the blanks for me.
Heat rushes to my face because there’s a reason for that. I drop my chin, trying to hide my blush. I’m supposed to be confident and sexy. At least that’s what I thought.
“Let’s start with serving,” Marks says. “We’ll see how that goes, but you’ll get offers for dances. They would be private because stage dancers must have experience.”
“I just want to serve.” The idea of getting paid so much money to dance for someone in a private room is tempting, but I’m not sure I have that in me.
“We’ll see about that,” Sadie says with a smirk.
“I’m down a girl. Can you start tonight?” Marks grabs a folder off his desk.
“Tonight?” I squeak.
“Is that a problem?” He lifts a brow, pulling back the folder he was about to hand me.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not at all.”
“Fill this out, and Sadie will help you get ready for tonight.”
“Thank you,” I rush to say in shock.
I didn’t know I could be both happy and terrified about something. Then again I clearly don’t know a lot of things when it comes to men and what they want.
Chapter Two
Reese
I’m going to kill my cousin.
It’s Saturday night, and he’s getting married in two weeks. I’m his best man, and I’m in charge of his bachelor party. I had everything planned out for a poker night at my house with his buddies, but that wasn’t what Tino wanted. As soon as the guys got to the house, they started p ounding liquor and talking about going clubbing. I’d had a chef come in to make wings to order and some carved brisket. I’d spent weeks making sure everything was perfect, then an hour into the party and Tino was calling around for a limo.
We’re both only children, so the two of us grew up basically like brothers, but we couldn’t be more different. He’s five years older than me and still acts like he’s in college. We were all surprised when he said he was getting married, but if anything, I’ve learned Tino is unpredictable.
“Now this is what I’m talking about.” Tino stretches his arms wide outside the strip club, and his friends start cheering and slapping him on the back.
I’m the one talking to the limo driver and giving him an exorbitant tip so that he’ll hang out in the parking lot until we’re ready to go. I could stay in the car and probably get some work done, but before I can complete that thought, my cousin is coming up behind me.
“Come on, Reese, don’t be a bitch,” he teases as he squeezes my neck.
“Fuck off, Tino.” I try to shrug him off, but he leans in close.
“Seriously, cuz, come on.” He looks over his shoulder to make sure his friends aren’t close. “I haven’t told any of the guys you’re a virgin.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes.
“Come on, this will be fun.” He lets out a long sigh and smiles at me. “This is my bachelor party.”
“I know. I was supposed to be in charge of it.”
He’s already shaking his head. “Look, I love you, Reese, but bachelor night means titties in my face. I appreciate what you tried to do, but this is what I told you I wanted.”
“Yeah.” I feel like an idiot.
“Let’s go inside, have a few drinks, and let me see some pussy.”
“I don’t think this place shows pussy,” I argue, and he laughs.
“They’ll show anything with enough paper.” He winks and pulls out a rolled-up ball of cash. “Here, take this one.” He tosses it to me as he begins to follow his friends in the club. I stand there watching after him and then he looks back over his shoulder. “Come on, Reese, let’s see some tittaaaaaaays.”
They all laugh as they walk into Heaven’s Door, and I sigh. We both grew up never wanting for anything, and yet the two of us took very different paths. Where I kept my face in books and graduated with honors, Tino partied until someone gave him a degree to leave college. Money never mattered to me, but I think Tino is trying to spend every bit of his inheritance before he turns fifty.
With a long sigh, I tuck the cash in my pocket and follow the group of guys into the club. There’s a couple of big bouncers at the door, and as the guys get in line,
“I’ve got a few friends looking for a special seat in the house.” I take out several crisp hundreds and slip each of them a few. “Think you could point me in the right direction?”
“Right this way,” one of them says as he unclips the velvet rope, and I nod to Tino.
I might have never been to a strip club, but I know exactly how the world works and what it takes to have access to the VIP. Tino and his friends follow the bouncer, and I fall into the back of the line.
Inside, the club is loud, dark, and smells like perfume. On stage straight ahead are two women on poles doing the same dance at the same time. There are men sitting next to the stage throwing bills and cheering them on. I glance around to the bouncer ahead, opening another velvet rope to a sectioned-off part of the club. When I get to him, I slide him another bill and ask for bottle service. He nods and turns toward the bar to make sure we get taken care of. Once that’s done, he tells me our waitress will be right over.
There are ten of us in the private tables, and right away half of the guys take a seat closer to the stage, away from us. Tino and two of his friends spot a dancer walking around, and after a quick exchange she takes them by the hand and leads them away. The other two guys decide that their wives wouldn’t be happy about them being there and leave within the first five minutes. So there I am, sitting alone, when our bottle service arrives.
The waitress walks right in front of me and nearly falls over as she steadies her full tray. I reach out to catch her, and she squeaks like a little mouse.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” She sets the tray down on the table, and it’s then I finally get a good look at her.
“Goddamn,” is the only thing I can manage to say as I look her over.
Her dark eyes are wide as she swallows hard and then stands up straight. Her dark hair is in braids, and she looks like she’s just rolled out of bed after a night of fucking. But somehow she looks innocent and untouched, and my brain and cock can’t figure out which they like more.
My eyes travel south, and I see she’s got on a white crop top that’s tied in the front. When I look lower, I see she’s wearing a plaid skirt with knee-high white socks, and I groan at the sight. She looks like a dirty schoolgirl, and my dick begins to throb.
The sound of me moaning must have made her shy because she grabs the edge of her skirt and tries to wiggle it down. It’s no use; that skirt is too fucking small for thighs like hers. I thought I’d seen beautiful women before, but not after tonight. She is gorgeous, but more than that, she’s got a body made for sinning.
I don’t have an excuse for still being a virgin other than I haven’t had time for women. Or better yet, I never made the time. It never bothered me until this very moment, because right now I’d do anything to be inside her.
I’m sure some of the girls here would be willing to do a little more than a lap dance for the right amount of money, but maybe I should start with that and see where it goes. There is something about this little curvy mouse in front of me that makes me so fucking hard that I can’t stand even the small distance between us.
“How much?” I say over the music, and even in the dark I can see her cheeks flush.
“Umm…” She looks around and then back at me.
“Whatever it is, I’ll pay it,” I say and stand up. “Name your price.”
Chapter Three
Heidi
I open my mouth, but no words come out as I stare up into the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I didn't really believe Sadie and Marks when they said men would offer to buy dances, but they proved me wrong rather quickly. What’s even crazier is I want to do it.
All the men that have come in tonight have blurred together one after another. Except this one. He caught my eyes from the second he stepped into this place. Like me, I thought he was a bit out of place.
His eyes didn’t linger on the beautiful women on stage or any that passed by him trying to snag his attention. He’d merely glanced around but nothing held his interest. In fact, as I watched him, he looked sort of bored and kept checking his watch.
A few of the other girls commented on him, saying they didn’t spot a ring on his finger, but he didn’t look like he was the buying type. They said something about how all the handsome ones never are. Handsome is putting it mildly. I think a few of the girls would give him a dance for free if he asked. He looked right though everyone, not ever acknowledging an individual other than the bouncer. I’m sure he’s used to women staring at him.
Everything about him is appealing, from his handsome face to his tall, well-built body. I might be short, but I'm curvy. Next to him, I look small and delicate, and I enjoy that more than I should. At least right now anyway.
Cindy, the girl who helped me with my makeup, said he was probably gay. Not only because of his lack of interest in the other girls but also because of how well-groomed he is and the custom suit.
In the short time I’ve gotten to know some of the girls, they have blown me away with how quickly they can size up men. It really is an incredible talent. Being the new girl, they’d sent me over to handle him since there was no money to be made. I guess they were wrong about him after all.
