Teacher by Day: Stripper by Night

Excerpt
Cassie Jared stood high above the audience at the Diamond Club in a little southern town in Illinois wearing next to nothing as the music beat out the old familiar stripper tune. Once she started gyrating, her curvaceous hips sent out a sensuous message to the avid customers eyeing her most intimate parts and what they paid admission to see. Her golden tan added just the right setting for her next to nothing G-string and pasties of black covering her full breasts and barely covering her pink slit. There was a huge crowd for a Thursday night, almost filling all the tables and chairs near the stage.
She often wondered what her high school students would think if they could see her now. There was also the concern what the school board would do about her job as a teacher if they were aware of her second job. The school board had certain rules and Cassie knew she wasn’t conforming to any of them with her late night stripping.
Her students were seniors and not the impressionable grade school age of some in the elementary school. But she had no other choice in taking the second job since her salary as a teacher didn’t cover all her expenses especially since she supported her parents in another state.
Her parents were in ill health and had caused a strain on Cassie’s budget, so she found extra side work. At first she hated the job of stripping, but now, looked forward to the nights she performed the shows. There was no explaining her attitude when it came to giving all a special look at her equipment minus clothing.
She swept her hand through her long tumbling blonde waves brushing them away from her cheek as she felt the heat of the building closing in on her. This was her last dance set for the night and she felt grateful that an end was in sight since she’d spent a long day at the high school.
To her, stripping was just another job, but a little niggling doubt filled her head. She loved stripping in front of an audience and realized she must be an exhibitionist at heart. Her straight laced upbringing was a thing of the past as she smiled inwardly remembering how she wouldn’t say a curse word if her life depended on it. That had all changed in the last couple of years for her due to a financial dilemma.
While moving provocatively near the metal pole reaching the ceiling, her green eyes narrowed as she saw how the men were watching her with a look telling her she pleased them. This was all she needed to see to put more energy into the swaying movements of her hips. They came for a show and she intended giving them one.