My Naughty Minx | Alan Rickman Affair
Working at a restaurant was so different compared to the strip club. You see so many different people coming to both of them. I even see some of my customers from the restaurant come to the strip club. This weekend I am not working in my regular position. I was working the floor and not the bar this weekend. I hated dressing up or should I say dressing down? I am thicker than the rest of the dancers but I still got decent tips. At least at the bar, I could wear anything I wanted plus a push-up bra. Not like I needed the push-up bra but it did make them look better. I would much rather wear a cute dress that I usually wear but my attire for stripping was a high-rise thong and pasties, tape, or a bikini top.
I finished up my shift at the restaurant around 9 pm and made my way to the club at 11 pm. I knew I would be exhausted from working and hoped to finish my assignments for classes next week. I hope at one point I will be able to drop the restaurant or the club to have a life. Work, school, work, school. I don't have a partner because I am always working or going to school. People have been interested but usually, those are booty calls. I packed up my things and made my way to the club.
I got to the club and passed Earl, our security guard. "Evening Jaz," he smiled.
I waved and shot him a little kiss. "Evening, Earl."
He nodded and opened the door. "There you are," my manager Faye said.
"I am not late, Faye," I said while making my way back to the dressing room.
"I know," she nudged me, "how's my college girl."
I laughed, "I have been a college girl for almost three years."
"I know," she said, "you will make it though. I believe in you. I am so glad you came in, thank you."
"What do you want?" I put my bag on the counter and sat down in my chair. I started to take off my top and put little pasties on my nipples.
"I need you for the next two months to strip for us," she smiled.
I looked at Faye in the mirror, "I can't."
"Please," she begged, "I need you to work late shifts on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Those are the days I have classes," I said as I was putting glitter on my chest.
"I know," she said, "but one of the girls quit and we need you."
I groaned, "I told you my schedule and I cannot come on those days."
"I will pay you, double," she said.
"You don't pay me," I paused, "the customers do."
"I will pay you the bartender amount," she blurted, "when you are stripping."
"Now go shake those money makers for me," she turned on a heel and walked away.
"What do you mean you have to work more?" Kat was sitting on the couch with her legs to her chest.
"I was asked to come in more on Tuesdays and Thursdays," I sat down on the couch next to Kat, "I'm getting double paid and I will get tips from customers."
"I thought you hated stripping," she said.
"I do," I paused, "but I like money."
She rolled her eyes and paused the tv.
"Have you finished your homework?" she asked while putting her book down.
"Oh my god," I paused, "I have not."
"You do realize it is due tomorrow?"
"I know it is," I grabbed my bag and pulled out my book and a piece of paper.
"I heard that Professor Rickman is a tough nut to crack if you don't have your homework done."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Some of the other students in his Monday and Friday classes," she said.
The next morning I got up and grabbed my bags. I ran into Kat's room and woke her up. "Let's go," I said while wiggling her awake.
She opened her eyes, "did you finish your homework? I thought you wouldn't want to go."
"I'm paying for school," I paused, "I can't miss classes, even if I haven't finished all of my assignments."
"He's going to lose it," she said.
She got up and we made our way to the car. The drive was not relaxing and I was freaking the fuck out. What sort of punishment would happen? Or would he yell at me in front of the whole class? My mind wandered way too much and worried about the most random things.
We made our way to the building, got on the elevator, and went to the classroom. We both sat in the second row and waited for more people to pile in.
"Stop shaking your leg," Kat put her hand on my shaking thigh, "stop worrying about it. Just own it."
I nodded and she lifted her hand from my thigh.
Doors swung up rather fast and Professor Rickman appeared. Why does he have to make such an entrance? I rolled my eyes and he sat on his desk. "Homework," he pointed his finger down on the desk right by him, "here after class."
"Good afternoon everyone," Professor Rickman said.
We all nodded, "use your words," he spat.
"Yes, Professor," we all said in sync.
He smiled and started talking about his next lesson. Not like the last class was very engaging with lessons. "Hey," I heard someone behind me whisper. I turned around slightly to see a man around my age with a smooth spade-shaped beard. His eyes were the color of chocolate that you could just lie in. "Yeah?" I asked.
"Would you like to go out sometime?" He asked.
My heart skipped a beat. I have never been asked out in a classroom setting before. What would I say? Was everyone in the classroom watching us?
"I don't even know your name," I replied.
"My name is" he was cut off, "You dare talk in my classroom as I am teaching?" I turned briskly around to find Professor Rickman standing in front of me with his palms on my desk. But he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the man above me. "Listen," he spat, "when I am talking."
I could hear the man above me gulp at Professor Rickman's comment.
Professor Rickman stood up and brought his hands together. "As I was saying," he trailed off and I turned around to look at the man above me. His hand was out and he was holding a note inside. I grabbed the note from him and opened it.
Would you like to go out on a date with me?
I smiled at the note and turned around. I nodded yes to his question. He smiled and we both turned back to Professor Rickman. Who almost looked like he was eyeing us. I shrugged it off.
"Class dismissed," he said, "drop your papers off now."
I gulped and saw Kat drop off her assignment. Professor Rickman looked at me, "you too," he pointed at the tray.
I bit my lip and shook my head. He sighed.
"Miss. Evans will be right out," he paused, "shut the door when you leave," he said to the last person that left the room. As soon as Kat left the room he gestured for me to walk toward him. My anxiety was through the roof which made it hard to move my legs and walk toward him. "Why didn't you finish your assignment?" He crossed his arms and waited for an answer.
"I'm sorry, sir," I paused, "I was busy with both my jobs and spaced it on the assignment."
"Just spaced it?" He questioned.
"Use your words," he said.
"I spaced it," I said while putting my hands behind my back.
"Come here," he gestured to me closer.
We are 3 feet apart at this moment. "Are you going on a date with that boy?" He gestured towards Lewis' desk.
"Do you think that boy can give you what you want?" He bit his lip slightly.
"You heard me," he brought his hands to his thighs, "You think that boy can please you?"
"Honey," we heard a screech from the doors that just swung open. Professor Rickman cleared his throat and got off the table. "Sweetie, what are you doing here?" He walked up to the loud lady and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"I brought you lunch," she squealed, "you left it on the counter this morning. We have to make sure you are eating greens."
He chuckled, "yes of course."
I was still stunned by the question he asked and wondered if I heard him right. "I thought you didn't have a class right now?" She gestured towards me. He turned around and faced me, "Yes, I just got done with my class, and Miss. Evans here. She didn't turn in her assignment and I was talking to her about it."
"Did you let her know what you were going to do to her?" She asked.
I gulped, does she know what he does?
"I was just about to," he smirked and squeezed her from behind. She smiled, "I will see you at home," she pecked him on the lips and made her way out of the classroom.
He sighed, "always ruining my conversations with my students," he shook his head and walked to his chair. "You may go," he shooed me out.
Maybe I didn't hear him right. Maybe I am just making up things in my head. Maybe I'm just exhausted.
I smiled and turned on my heel. I walked towards the door, "let me know if he pleases you," is all I heard after I opened the door.
What the fuck? Is my professor flirting with me? And saying he could please me better than any other 'boy' as he stated. I'm going to hyperventilate.
Kat had gone off and done other activities while I decided to call Lewis.
"Hi," I paused, "this is Jasmine from biology class."
"Oh hi," he said, "I was wondering if you were going to call."
"Your thighs are so huge," he said as he was taking my pants off and throwing them to the side. He brought his face back up to mine and kissed me deeply. I wondered if Professor Rickman got into my head because he was the only one I could think about. Lewis slightly bit my lip and flipped me on top of him. He grabbed my breasts and started to squeeze them as if his life depended on them. I brought my hands down to his pants and started to unzip them. "Yes please," he moaned.
I haven't even done anything?
I got his pants and boxers down to his ankle and brought myself back up to him. I started to stroke his cock a couple of times. "I'm going to cum," he stated. After he said that he instantly came into my hand and onto my stomach. I didn't even get any pleasure out of it. Who cums that quickly? "You want to lick it off?" I asked him hoping he would help me finish.
He shook his head and started to put his clothes on. "I would never lick up my sperm much less lick your spare tire of a stomach," he chuckled.
"Seriously?" I was insulted and annoyed.
"I can check you off my list of fucks," he chuckled again, "I saw you at the club and the boys said I couldn't get you. Didn't realize you were a chub though."
I grabbed my brush off the table and threw it at his eye. "Ouch," he grabbed his eyes and made his way out of my room. That will leave a good bruise, I hope.
I laid down and looked at my stomach. It was chubby but toned. I wanted to cry.
I decided to get up and finish my assignments in my classes. Especially biology class. Why was he right about that? Why would he say that he couldn't please like him?
I never told Kat what he said to me. She would tell me to report him but on the inside, I wanted to know what he meant. I wanted to know if my mind was playing games with me and thinking that is what he said.
We made our way to the classroom and opened the door. To nobody's surprise, he wasn't in here yet. I gulped and sat far away from Lewis who was talking up other women. Boys. "How come we aren't sitting next to Lewis?" Kat asked, "did the date not go well?" Did I mention that I didn't tell Kat either?
"That didn't go well," I said as Professor Rickman came strolling in. "It was the worst experience I have ever had," I said louder than normal so Professor Rickman and Lewis could hear. Professor Rickman turned to me and smirked. I looked up at Lewis who was bothered by my comment. "Why so loud?" Kat asked.
"Because I am upset, "I paused, "I will tell you after class."
"Today we are going to talk about the distribution of living organisms," he said as he pulled up a PowerPoint.
So boring. All I wanted to know was what he meant and of course, turn in my paper.
After he got done with the PowerPoint, "class is done, now get out," he said as he was cleaning up his paperwork and sat on his chair.
"I will be right out," I said to Kat as I looked at Professor Rickman.
She nodded and made her way out of the classroom. Professor Rickman was still writing on his paperwork when I walked up to his desk. "Professor?" I said softly.
He looked up from his paperwork and smiled, "did you finish your homework?"
I nodded, and started to hand him the papers, "did you have a good time with that boy?"
I cleared my throat, "obviously, not."
He shook his head, "You can go," he grabbed the papers from my hand and went back to his work.
I gave him a confused look and turned around. Not like he noticed my confused look since he didn't look up from his papers.
I made my way to the door a slightly pushed it, "Let me know when you are done with boys," he said, "I will be here." I turned around to see him with his feet up on the desk and with his arms crossed.
I gulped and pushed the door out. I made my way to Kat who was sitting on the car waiting. "Did you give him the gluck gluck 5000?"
I was shocked, "What?" I started to laugh, "where did that come from?"
"He wouldn't stop staring at you when you looked at your papers," she said, "how on earth did you not see it?"
"Im oblivious," I shrugged my shoulders.
"I am so sick of working on school days," I said to Kat as we made our way into the building. We decided to stop to get food at the mess hall before biology class. We had an hour and a half before class. Not much has happened with Professor Rickman besides shared glances. "You have been getting good tips though?" Kat asked.
I nodded, "Faye just keeps telling me to shake my money makers at the customers that come in," I paused, "running out of outfits for the strip club though. I should go get new outfits," I grabbed a small bowl of Mac and cheese and turned around to see Professor Rickman. He smirked, "Ladies," he said while glancing down and back up. He walked passed us and made his way to a table in the mess hall.
"He wants you," Kat giggled.
We started to walk towards him. I looked over to where he was sitting. He was sitting across from another Professor. "Sure why the hell not?" I asked. I don't think he would say anything to another student or Professor there. "You sit by him," she said, "is it okay if we sit by you two?" Kat pipped in and looked at the two Professors.
Professor Rickman looked up from his food and glanced at me. "Certainly," he smiled. I sat down by Professor Rickman and put my food on the table. "Hi," I sheepishly said.
"Have you two met Professor Brock?" Professor Rickman said.
Kat smiled, "I am in her Wednesday astronomy class."
"She is a great student," Professor Brock said with a smile, "and who is this young lady?"
I felt blood rush to my cheeks, "I'm Jasmine Evans," I smiled.
"Nice to meet you," she smiled and went back to her food.
It was silent for a couple of minutes while everyone was eating. I felt so strange sitting next to my Professor in the mess hall. Who sits next to their Professor? I looked at Kat who was giving me a look, a look that anyone would make to push you into talking to someone. 'Why?' I mouthed. I rolled my eyes and continued eating my lunch.
"Hey, Jasmine," I looked up to see Lewis standing over me. "Check mark," he smiled and walked away.
I shook my head, "What was that about?" Kat asked. I still hadn't told her about the horrible sex. I wouldn't even call it sex for that matter. "Yeah I would like to know two," Professor Rickman piped in.
"It's nothing," I fake smiled, "Just helped him check something off his list," I didn't lie but I didn't tell the truth.
Professor Brock says, "I have to get to class but I had a great time eating lunch with you Alan. I also had a great time eating lunch with you two young ladies," she smiled and got up. "Good talk, Penny," Professor Rickman said. She squeezed Professor Rickman's shoulder and walked away.
"I will meet you in class, Jas," she paused, "I am going to go powder my nose," she coughed and got off her chair, and made her way to the restroom.
"And then there were two," Professor Rickman says.
I giggle a little, why the fuck am I giggling? Not done eating yet so I shift in my chair and cross my leg over the other.
"You look nice in that dress," he says as he slurps his almost nonexistent soup.
"You should wear dresses more often," he pauses, "not in a creepy way."
"I do like to dress up a little," I smile, "better than my usual attire. Sweatpants and a cute top."
"You look nice in those also," he smirked.
"Thank you, Professor," I said.
"You can call me Alan," he says, "I only like being called Professor at certain times."
"When are those times, Alan?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," he winked and stood up from his seat. "See you in class," he grabbed his tray, turned on his heel, and walked away.
I made my way to Alan's classroom and sat down in my usual seat. To my surprise, Kat wasn't in there yet. How long does it take to powder your nose? Dumb question. Forever.
"There you are," Kat sat down in the seat next to me.
"Where else would I be?" I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, "So what happened with Lewis?"
"Can we talk about this later?" I snapped.
"God," she paused as the doors to the classroom swung open and Alan appeared, "you're being a bitch, you need to get laid."
Alan turned his head around as he passed. He cleared his throat and sat on top of his desk. "I'm going to pass your graded papers to you. Some papers are great others need help," he got off his desk and grabbed a stack of papers off his desk. He walked around and gave everyone their papers.
I grabbed my paper from his hands and looked over his grading. At the top, there was a B+. Seriously?
At the bottom of the first page, there was writing in purple pen, 'Only because it was late. Other than that, amazing work. -Alan :)' I looked up to see Alan looking at me. I gave him a small smile and bit my lip. I looked through more of my paper and noticed there was another note. 'Lewis failed this assignment.'
I looked up again to see Alan smiling at me. I smiled back and he gave me a quick wink.
