On the verge of losing her job at the club, exotic dancer Amber Cullin needs to prove to her manager that she can still turn on the customers. But a bored dancer on stage doesn’t inspire the male clientele to pay for table dances. The Study promises to raise a woman’s libido to new heights and is exactly what she needs. If she’s excited on stage she can excite her audience. After her first session with Dr. Trent Ryan she learns about visual stimulation. She likes to watch as the hot doctor takes her hard and unprotected in the exam room.
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Amber Cullin sat on the sofa in the dressing room of the strip club flipping through the pages of a monstrous tome about statistics. If she didn't make more money in lap dances and tips all the summer reading from the summer book list wouldn't help her. She wouldn't be able to afford books for the upcoming year let alone the tuition.
"Don't let Don catch you doing that," Dakota said. "He's been looking for you."
A short, balding Irishman who looked like a grandfatherly leprechaun, Don and his partner Joe ran the club with a lecherous twist. Whether he was serious in his demands for a blowjob when one of the girls asked to leave early she couldn't say. But joking or not, he wouldn't turn it down if the stripper gave in and got on her knees. For that and so many other reasons, Amber needed to get out before the club turned her into someone she couldn't look at in the mirror.
"I know. I'm sure he wants to yell at me for how bad my table dances were last week. Customers aren't interested in me anymore."
She had to do something to shake things up. Create a new sexy routine that got the customers hot and bothered. But who had time for that when she had all this school work to do? Fourth year university would kill her if she didn't get a head start.
Highlighter in hand, she swiped neon yellow across an interesting passage she was sure would be on an exam at some point. Before classes started she would get the skinny on some of her professors from her friend Lindsay. Being friends with a teacher's assistant had its perks. She thumbed through some of the previous pages noting she'd gone highlighter happy yesterday before work. It couldn't all be exam worthy but she wasn't taking any chances. She did not want to be a stripper for the rest of her life.
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Translated by Fabielle Cruz
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