●1~Clara●

Reading a smut in between the class, ah, risky but fun. I have not heard a word in this lecture.

"Clara, what is the dimension of the format?" I looked up hearing the question. Fuck. I stood up and sighed. The professor waited for me to speak while I had no clue.

"5 by 5 in meters." I heard a voice and answered without waiting. A wrong answer is better than no answer anyway. "Correct. Sit." He remarked and I sat down.

I looked around to find who answered and my eyes reached him. Tristan Norton, the nerd of the class.

Spectacles. Jade Green Eyes. Calm demeanor.

He was called the nerd. His round spectacles, introvert behavior and always-found-studying nature complimented his name. I looked at him and he looked up realizing my stare.

Uh huh! Smut is not helping with the kind of stare he gave me. I passed a small smile and he went back to his work. He was the only guy I was curious about.

He was the only guy I felt some heat with. But, I stayed quiet.

I finished the classes and went home. It was Friday and my part time job called me. I wore a short black tight dress that ended right below my inner thighs. I looked sexy.

I found a taxi and reached my job. The lady there had been very generous to me. She made sure I wasn't taken in by an old freak. I was assigned to young guys.

I was a part-time stripper.

I wore my mask and got ready. The club timings were about to start and I was all set.

"Clara, you'd take the center today." The makeup artist told me and I nodded. "Is Malyshka not here?"

"No, she is on leave." Malyshka was a more mature, more experienceddancer here. She always took the pole center. I was a little nervous, but I wassure I would do it.

What will happen at max?