When I was 19 (f26 now) and in my first year of uni back home when the bills started piling up, so I took a job at a strip club working one or two weekend nights. Before you ask, I was at legal age for this. The place was cool as hell, dark lights and a proper stage with poles that actually spun smooth, and every guy who came in was kind. They tipped very well, fortunately never grabbed without asking, and treated the girls like we were running the show.

It was my third week when the disaster hit. We were rotating through the dances and halfway through the night I locked eyes with a new guest across from the pole and froze.

It was my fucking professor (male in his 50s). Sudden panic shot straight through me, I remember how my heart was hammering, legs were shaking, but I had to keep moving like nothing was wrong. I had almost no hope he wouldn’t recognise me. Uni had only just started and I’d sat through maybe two of his lectures, though he taught four groups from my year at once so the faces must have blurred together for him.

My stupid ass kept staring at him for too long. I could see him getting interested, could see his eyes fixed on me the whole set, and I was begging in my head for him not to ask for a private. And guess what? He fucking did!!

I couldn’t refuse so I got extremely confused but I told myself I’d treat him like any other stranger and never break character. I walked over to his sofa, took his hand and led him upstairs to a private room. It was so fucking weird.

He ordered one song. He wasn’t very sober which gave me a little more hope. I danced for him, peeling the lingerie off piece by piece until I was topless, then ground against his cock through my panties while the music dragged on. It was the longest song of my life but by the end I was starting to believe he had no idea who I was.He offered extra cash if I’d suck his dick. I refused. No sexual stuff was allowed for the dancers. It became clear to me he hadn’t recognized me that night.

After the song he stayed a bit longer to finish his cocktail then left. I finished the rest of my shift with a million thoughts spinning, already certain he’d clock me the next time I walked into his lecture hall. And let me tell y’all, getting home that night wasn’t the end of it…