Hot for Teacher

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 7: The Fourth Session: Bearing it All

"You want to what?" Cheerilee exclaimed, sure that she hadn't heard Colgate quite right.

It was a week after the disastrous Nightmare Night party, and it had been hectic for both of them to say the least. For Cheerilee, it had meant having to answer constant questions about the night and sticking with the party line of 'I don't remember.' It had been very clear that the school board wasn't happy with the answers it got from everyone who had attended the event; large collective memory gaps tended not to go down well in the education department, especially when children were in the care of people who were liable. Fortunately most of the children who had attended had been more than happy to attribute the events of the night as a sugar coma, something that a maniac pink girl had said was absolutely a real thing while Colgate had been exploring the back of her mouth with a mirror and probe, nearly causing her to nick the girls gums.

For Colgate, as much as the week before had been slow and empty, this week was filled to the brim with concerned parents bringing their children in for a check up. Now that the candy fuelled holiday was over, it was all hands on deck at every dental clinic in the city and even though she was technically just an intern, Colgate was expected to participate fully on the days that she was at Minty Fresh.

As such, when the weekend rolled around, they were both a little tired, cranky, and more than ready to get down with a little lovin'. And Colgate had spent the week working out exactly what she wanted to do for her turn.

"I want to strip for you," Colgate said simply. There was no other way to say it.

"Strip? As in a strip club strip?" Cheerilee still didn't believe her ears.

"Yep. As in a strip club strip exactly. I want to get up on a stage, strut around to the music and put on a show for you."

"Have you ever done this before?" Cheerilee asked. "You know that there are going to be other people in a strip club, right? It's not just going to be watching."

Colgate nodded. "I know. I don't care if a bunch of horny guys are ogling me while I'm up there; I'm not doing it for them. I want to do it for you. I want to put on a show while you watch me. Not them; you. I've thought about stripping before, even nearly actually did it once when a club was running an amateurs contest, but I didn't go through with it. But I want to now. It would be such a rush, exposing myself to all those people, but especially to you."

When she put it like that, Cheerilee could hardly refuse. Colgate sounded so sincere, and truth be told, there was a small part of her that would enjoy watching Colgate up there, shaking her ass on a stage. "Alright, if that's what you want to do, then let's do it." She paused, and fluttered her eyes at Colgate, something suggestive on her mind. "And I think I might know just the place for you."

A short taxi ride later, both Colgate and Cheerilee were standing outside one of Canterlot's most well known unofficial establishments. Practically everyone in the city had heard of this place

Madame Jubilee's House of Ill Repute.

Part adult entertainment store, part strip club, part bordello, Madame Jubilee's was regarded as something of an oddity among the smut world of Equestria; a strip joint that was run by the strippers, for the strippers.

It was to this place that Cheerilee took Colgate.

An unassuming building, its walls were covered with the usual selection of signs and posters one would expect to find on the outside of such an establishment. Neon signs advertising 'girls, girls, GIRLS' were flickering on and off, while posters of silloetted women spinning around poles.

"This place has an interesting history, if you are interested in that sort of thing," Cheerilee started, paying off the taxi cab, who had been giving both her and Colgate openly suggestive looks ever since they said where they wanted to go. "The owner, Cheery Jubilee comes from one of the wealthiest families in all Equestria. Originally she worked here as a dancer and prostitute, but now she owns the place. I've heard that it's one of the most well regarded establishments of its type in Canterlot and they have an amateurs evening tonight."

One poster on the wall did in fact claim that every Saturday towards the end of the evening, the management would open up the stage to anyone who wanted to get up there.

"You sound like you've been here before," Colgate remarked as they entered the building.

"I...may have been here before," Cheerilee admitted, blushing. "Once."

"Really? Oh do tell."

"I think I can tell that story," A voice rang out from deeper in the store. Both Colgate and Cheerilee looked up to see an older madam walking towards them from behind the counter. Around them were rows and shelves filled with every kind of marital aid; read sex toys, imaginable. From the plain solid glass dildos to fuzzy pink handcuffs, to a full body gimp suit and restraints, it was all there.

The woman came to a stop before them, smiling broadly. "Somehow I just knew you would come walking back through my door. Welcome back, Cheery."

"Hello, Cherry," Cheerilee said, amazed. "You, you still remember me?"

The woman, Cheery Jubilee tapped a finger to her head. "I remember everything. And who's this cutie pie?" she asked, looking at Colgate.

"Oh, I'm Colgate."

"Well then, welcome to Madam Jubilee's, Colgate. Let me know if there is anything I can help you with"

Colgate turned from Cherry to Cheerilee, waiting for one of them to fill in the blanks.

Eventually it was Cheerilee who spoke first. "It was years ago now, my eighteenth. Some of my friends had dragged me out, telling me that they had a surprise planned for me. They blindfolded me and brought me to here. When the blindfold came off, they had bought me a private lap dance, and Cherry here was dancing in front of me, clearly in on the whole thing."

Cherry laughed slightly, remembering the night herself. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone so obviously embarrassed to be getting a lap dance before. She spent almost the entire time looking at everything except me. It was almost adorable."

She stopped and waved a hand around the store. "But enough about the past. Are you two looking for something special to spice up your love life?"

Both Colgate and Cheerilee blurted out denials at the same time.

"We're just friends."

"We're not a couple."

Cherry just looked at them, smiling broadly at the flummoxed pair. "Of course you aren't," she said it a tone that make it clear she didn't quite believe them. "Are you looking for something else then? Care to catch a live show or engage the services of some of our lovely ladies."

It was Colgate who spoke first. "Actually, I was hoping to enter into the amateur's show later."

"Of course you can," Cherry said, her tone quickly changing to a more formal business one. "You both are more than welcome to participate if you want."

"No, I'm just here to watch," Cheerilee shook her head slightly. "It's Colgate here who wants to do it, not me."

"In any case, all you need to do is fill out a couple of forms and go over a few things with me. It won't take long." Cherry guided Colgate and Cheerilee towards her office. She waved them in and sat down behind her desk, pulling out a couple of forms from a drawer.

Colgate scanned the forms she was given, trying to make sense of the formal legal language presented on each line. It must have been clear that she wasn't quite understanding it as Cherry stepped in and gave her a layman's overview.

"They are mostly just standard liability waivers. You acknowledge that you are doing this of your own free will and will not hold the establishment responsible for any injury you may suffer up there on the stage."

Shock spread over Colgate's face as she heard that. She hadn't considered that she might get hurt doing this.

Cherry gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. This place has a very strict policy that clients may not touch the dancers while they are up on the stage. Look but don't touch."

Colgate worked her way through the wad of forms until she came to the final one marked as 'reimbursement.' Again, Cherry walked her through the form. "Any tips that you may earn while up on the stage gets split with the house 60-40 your way, so as to cover the house's time and equipment costs. It's a fairly standard split, and if you are talented, you can earn quite a bit up there."

Visions of Colgate up on the stage, strutting around a pole while bits flowed onto the stage floated through her mind at the mention of money, but Colgate wasn't really interested in that. Earning a couple of bits would be a nice bonus to all this, but it wasn't the reason she was here. The thrill was the reason she was here, not the money.

Finally she finished signing her life away and Cherry took the stack and checked over it. "Alright, everything looks in order. The amateur hour starts in about half an hour from now, so feel free to stick around and watch a show or two in the meantime." She shot a look at Cheerilee, "maybe even order a VIP dance."

Cheerilee blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of her head. Cherry laughed at her discomfort. "Still the same, I see."

They both got up and left Cherry's office. Moving through the shop, they headed towards the doors leading into the strip club. A bouncer was waiting at the doors, clearly there to make sure that the patrons didn't get fresh with the dancers. Colgate nodded to him as they paid the cover charge and headed into the strip club.

Loud music assaulted their ears as they walked in. Throbbing base, combined with the various cheers and jeers from a cross section of the male population of Canterlot, though here and there, Colgate could see a couple of women mixed in. A large space, the club was built around the same basic design as a fashion catwalk, with a raised central platform leading out from a curtained off area. A thick shiny pole was firmly bolted to the floor and ceiling. Around the stage, chairs and tables were arranged so that everyone could have a decent view of the action. Arrayed around the walls of the club were smaller alcoves, curtained off. Most were open, but a couple clearly had someone behind them, presumably getting for more intimate and private lap dances from the girls working the shift.

Right now the stage was occupied by a dancer halfway through her routine. Spinning around the pole, one leg crooked around it for a grip, the woman was dressed in thigh high boots and little else. Pale purple hair and skin so fair that it almost looked porcelain framed a pair of deep purple eyes. She looked like she was enjoying the attention of the men currently throwing bits onto the stage around her, hands variously sliding down her body, or gripping the pole as she strutted around it. Whoever she was, she owned the stage as if it was her own, slinking around the pole and launching herself up around it and locking her legs tightly and slowly sliding back down, arms held out wide so that the audience had an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts.

Colgate watched, mesmerised at the woman finished up her dance, twisting and spinning around the pole, contorting her body in ways that Colgate was sure should have dislocated bones, but she was clearly used to it. Finally the music stopped and the woman gathered up the bits thrown to the stage before blowing kisses to the audience and then striding off towards the curtain.

"Fleur-De-Lis, Ladies and Gentlemen. A real Prench treasure, and in town for one week only," A voice came over the PA. "A star of some very special movies, she'll be here all night for your pleasure. Or if you would prefer to get a little more acquainted she will be seeing a limited number of fans upstairs. Now, get ready to show your appreciation for one of our most popular girls, an exotic beauty from far to the west. You know her, you love her. Give it up for ZECORA!!!!"

Just as Fleur was about to vanish behind the curtain, another woman walked out, trailing a finger along Fleur's collarbone as they passed. Skin the colour of molten chocolate, she had eyes that dripped sex appeal. Dressed up in a bustier and panties covered with a zebra print, her body was covered in paint and tribal tattoos.

"What a fine audience I see; Most generous I trust you'll be."

Quickly, she took to the stage, working up a tempo to the music. Where Fleur had been graceful and fluid, Zecora was far more rigid, muscular arms gripping the pole tightly as she leaned over and let the audience ogle her toned butt. Fleur had been sultry, letting her hands run over her body as if they had been a lovers; Zecora was totally dismissive of the audience watching her, face fierce and impassive, and Colgate could see that the audience was eating up the performance just as much as they had been before; bits and notes littering the floor.

Soon the bustier came off, revealing Hershey kiss nipples and more tribal markings over the body of someone who clearly took very good care of themselves. Colgate watched her, trying to remember various moves for her to try out later on, or planning a routine in her mind; though she knew that as soon as she got out there, she probably would just be winging it in the end.

A few minutes later, Zecora finished off her strip, teasing the audience with glimpses of soft pink between her legs as she hooked a leg around the pole or leant over and slapped her rear. Eventually though her time on stage ended and she slinked backstage, leaving the stage empty.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to open up the stage to all you lovely ladies out there. If you've ever wanted to strut your stuff, then now's the time. Anyone wanting to participate in the amateur night festivities please follow our stagehands backstage."

Colgate got up, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Cheerilee seemed to notice, and gave her hand a quick squeeze. "You don't have to do this, you know. I'm sure the shop would sell something interesting."

Colgate shook her head. "No, I want to do this."

"Then I'll be watching."

With that, Colgate walked off towards the door near the stage, following a couple of other girls who had clearly come for the same reason. Passing through the floor, Colgate got a good look at the people she would soon being strutting in front of nearly naked. Most of them seemed to be middle aged men, some clearly here in groups with friends, but there were a couple of desperate younger boys as well, too timid to engage the services of the hookers on the next floor up.

Following behind one of the other girls, Colgate walked through into the backstage area of the club. Hidden behind the curtain, it was little more than a moderate sized changing room for the dancers. A couple of racks of skimpy clothes lined one wall, while along another there were several stations consisting of the mirrors with light bulbs fixed to them to allow a girl to fix up makeup or check her hair before going on stage. Over near the racks of clothes, Zecora was putting the bustier she had been wearing back in its place on the rack and gathering up her normal day clothes.

Fleur-de-lis was also there, having changed into a flowing skirt that covered her body. She was counting out her stack of bits that she had earned while up on stage. When she was done, she looked up and saw Colgate looking at her. "Enjoy the show?"

Colgate nodded, not quite sure what to say. Eventually she spoke, "You looked like you were clearly enjoying yourself up there."

Fleur put her earnings away into a purse which she stored in a locker set into a wall. "Stripping is liberating. All the talk of how we are being exploited is a lie. All I'm doing, all any of us are doing are revealing our bodies, and people will hand over hundreds of their bits. More if you are willing to go that bit further."

Colgate was about to ask what she meant but a stage hand walked over a called her and the others over towards the rack of clothing. "Alright you three, we'll be starting up in a few minutes. Feel free to pick out a costume if you so desire and remember that once you get on stage, how fast or far you go is up to you. If any patrons try to grab you, report them to management."

Colgate didn't need to get changed. She had dressed in a tight tee that she could rip off at a moments notice. She just shimmied out of her pants, revealing a dark blue thong that was secured with a simple pull knots on the side that covered just enough while revealing plenty of skin. She had brought a pair of 'fuck me' pumps with her, which she changed into, replacing her far more functional shoes with the stiletto heeled monsters, the heels adding in an inch or two of extra height.

"I-I'm good," the girl next to Colgate squeaked. Pale cream skin and deep pink and purple curls in her hair, she was dressed in a long robe of some kind, though Colgate could see she was dressed in little more than a pair of panties and a bra underneath it. Blue and yellow stripes with plenty of frill on the banding. She looked terrified at the idea of going out there; she was shivering under her robe and her eyes were wide with the thoughts of what was to come.

"You ok?" Colgate asked the girl. She clearly wasn't.

"I-I don't know," the girl replied. "I don't know if I-I can do this."

"Why are you doing it?"

"My girlfriend, she asked for this for her nineteenth birthday. I-I don't want to let her down, but I don't know if I can do this in front of all these...men."

Colgate could understand where she was coming from. "Is your girlfriend here?"

The girl nodded. "Y-yes. Lyra's out there right now, up close to the stage."

"Then do it for her. Forget about everyone out there and just focus on her. Just you and her, that's all there is."

"I-I'll try," the girl said, clearly still not comfortable with the idea.

Colgate shrugged a little and instead tried to focus on calming the butterflies in her own stomach. She could hardly be giving advice to someone else on something she had never actually done herself. Breathing steadily, she focused on what she was her for: Cheerilee. All the others around the stage were irrelevant; she was doing this for Cheerilee, and no one else.

"Alright," the stage hand said, cutting through Colgate's reverie. "We'll be kicking off in a minute. Who's first?"

Colgate looked at the girl she had been speaking to, but she was still shaking in her robe. She needed someone to go ahead of her; to show her how easy it was. "I'll do it," she heard herself say, striding up towards the edge of the curtain.

The stage hand nodded to her and walked over. "Any music you want?"

Colgate came over and looked at the selections that were available. Most of them didn't really excite her all that much; perfectly danceable, but lacking that certain something that she could really connect to. She was just about to let the stage hand pick whatever one she wanted when she saw one that just clicked.

An old favourite of hers, full of energy and so very appropriate for what she was about to be doing. A classic by Eddie Van Neighlen. The quickly pointed it out and the stage hand plugged it in. A moment later electric guitar riffs started playing over the PA system and the unseen announcer came back over the air.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to another round of The House of Ill Repute's famous amateur hour. We've got three fabulous girls up here tonight, all eager to get down, strip off and work it for your pleasure. So without further ado, let's bring out our first contender.

Colgate gave the music another few seconds, listening as it shifted from the shredding guitar and drums to the bass plucking out a short melody. A moment later the vocals started, and taking a deep breath, Colgate stepped out on stage.

T-T-Teacher stop that screaming, teacher don't you see? Don't want to be no uptown fool. Maybe I should go to hell, but I'm doin' well, Teacher needs to see me after school.

All eyes in the club instantly turned to face Colgate as she strode down the stage, headed directly for the pole, legs strutting in time with the pumping music. All the while, she locked eyes with Cheerilee, sitting right at the front of the stage, just short of the rounded section containing the pole.

I think of all the education that I missed. But then my homework was never quite like this.

Colgate hit the pole and grabbed it with her left hand, letting it take her weight as she slung herself around it, crooking the pole in the bend of her leg as she had watched Fleur do earlier. Tightening her grip, she came to a stop, arms gripping the pole above her head and arching her back so her chest was thrust forwards. She could see her nipples poking out from under the skin tight material as she spread her legs and slid down the pole into a crouch, letting the audience, but specifically Cheerilee gaze up between her legs, still covered by her panties.

I've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, the gravelly voice echoed out from the speakers as Colgate spun around the pole, gyrating her hips in time with the fast paced guitar. Everywhere she spun, she could feel the gazes of the people arrayed around the stage watching her. It was such a thrill to know that she was the centre of attention.

Spinning around again, she let go of the bar and leant forwards until her head was hanging upside down between her legs. Through the gap she could see Cheerilee, eyes rapt with attention and mouth hanging slightly open as she watched Colgate strut around the stage.

I'm hot for teacher

Colgate wiggled her ass in time with the music, relishing the feeling of all the eyes watching her. Between her legs she could already feel a damp spot forming on her panties.

Got it bad, so bad. I'm hot for teacher.

Straightening up, Colgate gripped the sides of her tee with both arms and turning so that her back was facing the audience, she pulled it up and over her head in one swift motion. The stretchy fabric pulled at her breasts, causing them to bounce around as she ripped the shirt free from her body and spun around on a heel to face the audience, exposing herself to their eyes. Walking down the stage, slowly, deliberately in time with the music, she twirled her shirt around in the air above her, eyes half lidded as she made her way to the end of the runway and casually tossed her shirt into the crowd, angling it so that it landed in Cheerilee's lap.

Pausing a moment to look directly at Cheerilee, she blew her an air kiss and returned to gripping the pole.

Freed from her top, her nipples hardened even further, becoming solid bullets of flesh and pointing straight out as evidence of her excitement. Spurred on by the feeling, she pulled herself in close to the pole, slotting the cold metal bar into the cleft between her breasts and rubbing her panty covered crotch against it, relishing the tingling feeling it left behind. Exhibitionism, it was such a naughty thrill.

Over the PA, the music started on its second repetition of the chorus theme.

I think of all the education that I missed. But then my homework was never quite like this.

I've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad.

It was time to go full monty on this show. Colgate twirled around the pole and leaned over to give the audience in general, and Cheerilee in particular a clear shot of her butt. With one hand she pulled on the strings holding her thong together. The knots came free easily and Colgate grabbed the material and let it drop down to the ground.

I'm hot for teacher.

To an avalanche of cat calls and whoops of delight, Colgate was now fully nude up on the stage, not counting her shoes. Dozens of eyes were now looking at her fully exposed body, and it only made her more excited. One hand snaked its way between her legs and slid over her pussy, slick with her own juices, teasing herself and prising her lips apart.

Bits and notes began littering the floor as she touched herself, hands gliding over her body as she moved around the stage. All her initial butterflies were gone; replaced by the rush of knowing that people were watching her most private moments, and she loved the feeling. Spurred on by the cheers and calls from the crowd, she sped up, really working herself around the stage, spreading her legs as she crouched down, arms gripping the pole as she had before. Everyone was staring at her, looking at her glistening vagina and aching nipples.

All too soon the music began to wind down and Colgate knew that her time on stage was coming to an end. Just as well, and it was only then that she began to notice just how tired she was feeling. Her arms and legs were sore from being worked in ways that she wasn't used to, and she was starting to sweat from the aerobic exercise. Giving Cheerilee one final up leg shot of her body, she picked up all the bits thrown onto the stage and walked back down the runway towards the curtain, strutting and working her ass on the way.

Stripping had been a rush unlike anything she had felt before. The feeling of all the eyes on her, knowing that they were looking at her, probably even imagining things that would have made her mother blush. She was smiling broadly as she walked through the curtain and entered back into the back stage area.

It had totally been worth it, and something she might even go back and do again at some point. Idly, Colgate wondered if Cheerilee could be convinced to give it a go with her. That would be something special to watch.

The other girl she had been talking to had shed her robe and was trying to centre her breathing, repeating "do it for Lyra," over and over under her breath. Colgate watched her for a few moments. If she had an experience just the one Colgate had just had, then she would be fine. It was just the first few moments that took the most courage; once you were on stage and in the moment, everything became so much easier.

"Impressive show, miss Colgate," a voice came from behind her, and Colgate turned around to see Cherry Jubilee walking in from the back stage door. Cheerilee was following her, holding Colgate's discarded tee shirt in her hands. Colgate could see the twinkle or arousal in her eyes as she looked Colgate's body up and down. Now that she wasn't up on the stage anymore, her first instinct was to cover herself, but she realised how pointless that was now; everyone here had just seen every square inch of her.

Colgate took the tee shirt from Cheerilee and got dressed again before handing the stack of bits she had picked up from the stage over to Cherry. "It was incredible, Cheerilee. The thrill, the rush, it was just something else."

"You certainly looked like you were getting worked up out there," Cheerilee said, drawing in close to Colgate.

"Mm-hm," Colgate said, leaning forward and whispering into Cheerilee's ear, "and I need a tongue inside me, NOW. Yours."

Cherry, who was busy sorting through the bits heard her whispered comments and looked up. "Just friends, you said?" Her tone was dry.

Colgate gave her a wry smile, "with benefits."

Cherry returned her smile, handing her a small stack of bits. "My office will be free for the next couple of minutes, if you two want some privacy." She pointed at the stack of bits Colgate was now holding. "Maybe you'd like to buy something from the shop along the way? A few toys, perhaps?"

Colgate looked at Cheerilee, who nodded at her. "Maybe we will."

In the main longue of the strip club, far off in one of the dark corners, and hidden behind a veil of cigarette smoke, a pair of cruel blue eyes watched the curtain. They paid no mind of the cream girl up on the stage now; she was very obviously doing this for the first time, first and last most likely if her jerky movements were anything to go by. The patrons up on the stage were starting to jeer her, as she very slowly unlatched the back of her bra, covering herself with her hands instead. Only one girl, right up near the stage appeared to be enjoying the show, cheering and encouraging the frightened girl up on the stage, calling 'Woo, go Bon-Bon. Work it baby."

Dykes, obviously; the place was infested with them.

He had only come here as a joke, really. This place was nothing short of a farce when you got down to it. Strippers and whores thinking that somehow they deserved dignity and respect? Madness. They were paid to do a simple service, and that was to entertain him, nothing more. The whores he usually visited knew their place. Whatever he wanted to do, they would do it, no matter how degrading so long as he paid them.

But here?

No, the girls here had pretentions of being respectable workers, with rights and dignity. It was almost insulting that he had needed to pay a cover charge to come in here.

Still it hadn't been a total waste of his time. He certainly hadn't expected to run into her here. She hadn't noticed him, it would seem, which gave him the advantage over her.

Slowly, the eyes shifted to where the older woman had been seated. She had disguised it well, spinning around on the pole, but despite her movement, he had seen that she had really been doing all this for that woman. Who she was, he didn't know, but if she was important to her, then that was reason enough for him to find out who she was. A couple of phone calls to some people who owed him a favour would be all it would take to get a little dirt on the pair of them. And then the fun would begin.

After all, no one humiliated Viscount Blueblood III.

No one.