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Chapter two

Mac's pov

Diamond was happy to perform a lap dance for Dan and my other friends, but she shied away from me, and I was incensed at her for doing so.

Because of how grating the situation was, I was disgusted by everyone and everything.

I had a particular smirk on my face as I struggled to get some sleep when a thought came to mind.

Diamond, you have to give me those lap dances. I'll make sure of that.

The next day at school, I tried to ignore my friends talking about the strip club from last night.

When Mr. James walked into the classroom, everyone fell silent as he started writing notes on the board.

"Hello, everyone good morning to you all" Mr. James greeted the class, and everyone responded enthusiastically.

"I'll be assigning projects to each of you. It's a valuable way to develop your subject skills and improve your communication abilities," he explained, causing a buzz of conversation among the students.

I didn't care about the partner assigned to me. One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to tackle the assignment on my own.

"Tisha and Isabella," the two sluts I had been intimate with, stood up with a displeased expression as they faced Mr. James.

"Neo and David"

"Mac and Elena" I heard the names and noticed Elena's reaction, her body tensing up at the thought of being paired with me.

But I couldn't care less about her feelings.

I had strong negative feelings towards her for various reasons, and one of them was because she was a nerd. I had a strong dislike for nerdy people.

After class, I went up to her, and my mere presence seemed to make her feel intimidated, even without her facing me.

"You're going to be handling the project alone," I said, noticing the scowl on her face before it turned blank.

"But Mr. James said it would be a team of two," I moved closer to her, observing her composed demeanour suddenly shift to one of concern.

"Listen, very well, nerdy girl, you dare question my statement. This should be the last time you speak back to me."

I warned her before I left to join friends in whatever they were doing.

Justin, Noah, and Dan were sitting in the car, each of them holding up a phone, likely checking out the most recent Facebook activity.

"Guys, heard there is a new guy in town. Rumour has it that he is freaking rich" One thing about my friends; they know how to easily get the latest information in Brooklyn.

"Yeah, I heard he might show up in Dreamville, but we're not sure yet." I got tired of the chatter and hopped in the backseat.

"What's wrong, Mac?"

"He is still dwelling on Diamond ignoring him at the club yesterday," Dan teased, which made me furious.

However, I said, "Not funny."

"But seriously, why did she give everyone a lap dance and ignore you?" Noah questioned; With a confused expression written all over his face.

"Perhaps she's familiar with you," Justin shrugged and added.

"Diamond Foxx? Know me? That's ridiculous! She's the top-notch stripper in Brooklyn, and people even travel from Kansas City just to experience her." So how could she possibly know me? That's impossible.

"Looks like you might have crossed paths with Diamond before," Dan hinted as well.

What are they saying? How could they think that I have met with Diamond Foxx before, gosh my friends can be annoying and at the same time senseless at times.

" Alright, alright guys, I get it! Time for a breather," and stop going on with her name please I groaned, plugging in my ear pods and cranking up some classic Beatles tunes.

Elena's pov

As I was getting dressed for work, my boss walked in and patiently waited for me to finish.

She stood by the door and acknowledged, "Diamond, I must admit that you're my top-notch stripper."

"I truly value the effort and commitment you bring to this job." Her words carried great significance for me.

My boss does not often give praise, but when she does, it comes straight from the heart, no doubt about it.

"So, I just got a call a few minutes ago about this super wealthy dude who heard about you.

He wants me to tell you about a mind-blowing contract worth a hundred grand!" I paused for a moment, trying to process what she had just said.

"Did I hear you correctly? You mentioned a jaw-dropping amount of a hundred thousand dollars?" I asked, needing confirmation.

"No way! I can't believe someone would offer such a mind-blowing amount to a stripper!" I exclaimed, sharing in your disbelief.

I may be being paranoid, but I've never made $100,000 in a night at the club, and most of the time, I have to wait until the end of the month to collect a total of $8,000, which is less than the amount being brought to the table.

"Additionally, he gave you the directive to only work for him. "

I feel like I already like this guy a little.

Sounds like serving him alone would not only be exciting but also enjoyable and a welcome break from dealing with drunk customers.

"Then, are you in?" she questioned.

"Naturally, I'm interested. I couldn't miss such a nice opportunity."

"Great, he's coming tomorrow. Just a reminder, be on top of your game and remember the rules: no casual conversations with customers and no revealing your identity," she said as she left.

I sighed, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

Life can be tough for some, and unfortunately, I found myself in that category.

Growing up with an alcoholic parent and a promiscuous mother was tough for any child, but I managed to develop resilience at a young age.

I remember a time when I experienced physical abuse from some of the men my mom brought home. It was a challenging and traumatic experience.

Life can be unpredictable, and, indeed, fate often surprises us with unexpected twists and turns. We never know what's in store for us.

Putting aside the memories of the past, I let out a sigh and adorned my iconic golden mask.

It was my trademark, acquired from a special store, and it became synonymous with Diamond Foxx, the most alluring presence on the pole.

Mac's pov

Just another dull day at school, I hate it. Sometimes I question why I even bother showing up.

Noah and Dan are skipping, probably having a fun time with some gorgeous Brooklyn bitches.

While I was trying to pay attention to Mr James' lessons, I suddenly felt a touch that caught me off guard. I turned to see Tisha with a seductive smile on her face.

What are you doing?

I muttered to her, she didn't reply but simply licked her lips and kept massaging my dick, which caused Mac Jr.'s pride for being touched, to spring up.

She took her hands off my dick, grabbed a pen, scribbled words on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

Please allow me to suck your cock, she wrote on the piece of paper.

She licked her lips once more as I raised an eyebrow at her, in a major way.

When I looked around the classroom, I saw that everyone was listening intently to Mr. James' remarks, so I urged her to get started right away.

I observed as she approached the desk, unhooked the belt on my pants, and then playful started caressing my dick. As she was touching my member, I groaned a little.

As I closed my eyes to bask in the bliss Tisha was giving me, the idea of hoping this class would end vanished from my mind.

I wanted to scream aloud as her warm Silva encircled every square inch of my member at the moment she put my dick in her mouth.

Beneath the locker, I was certain that Mr James wouldn't notice the pure pleasure that Tisha was giving me.

I firmly believed that, out of all the people I had been blown off by, Tisha would go down as legendary. Any young, physically fit guy would want to die with her flawless performance on my dick.

Tisha didn't seem to be finished yet because I felt something soft caress my dick, which caused the fluids to quickly want to come out, but I had mastered the art of holding it in until I was ready to release.

With her melons, she continued to caress every inch of my dick as she moved back and forth. Normally, I would have been urging my sexual partner to proceed with a little growling, but since I was in class, I had to keep it quiet and ensure no one noticed what was going on.

Mr. James suddenly asked, "Mac, please stand up and explain to us who Odin was, in Norse mythology."

I realised right then that I was in a kind of bad situation in a sort of big way.