I [F] started dancing at a local club and ran into a former teacher [M]

Hey guys, Jen here!

So I got into working at a local club the last few months I was in school. I was 18 and needed the income and the owner didn’t really really need much of an interview besides “do you have reliable transportation? ” and “do you have any questions?”…look halfway decent and you’ll have no issues doing something around the club.

I started pretty much as soon as my ID card would let me, even though I was still in school. I had no idea what I was doing besides some basic wardrobe suggestions I’d gotten at my interview and “how to give a lap dance” on Google. Yes I was naive, yes I was nervous, yes I was genuinely excited. I’m no pin-up girl, more like…a little bit of a tummy, C cup breasts, a larger butt and thighs that don’t have a chance in hell of having a “thigh gap”. Still, wearing a cute smile, a black push-up from Victoria, and a solid black thong that was relatively modest in the front and mostly disappeared between my cheeks in the back and I was ready to go to work.

For my first few weeks, I was just waiting tables in my underwear while learning the ins and outs of club work and how to not be an awkward mess. To make a tip or two, I’d give some small dances for guys I was bringing stuff to, grinding my butt against an appreciative man and getting my tip added to the waistband of my thong in return.

One evening, the first “omg I know you” moment happened. I was bringing some appetizers out to a table, wiggling my way from lap to lap when I suddenly blurted out “oh hey Mr Hudson” momentarily forgetting that I was in my underwear, and Mr Hudson had been my teacher back in grade school. Blushing bright red when he replied with “oh hey Jen” instead of my stage name,I half embarrassed asked him if he was okay with me dancing on him and ever the gentleman that I remembered him as, he said that I could do whatever I was comfortable with.

I set hs food down before straddling my former teacher in his chair and pressing my pushup bra-breasts into his face before turning around and grinding my butt against him, gyrating slightly as I pressed myself against him teasingly before hoping off and bending over and touching my hands to the floor in front of him, shaking my butt and keeping my modesty with only a thin black strip of fabric stretched over my hole. I looked back over my shoulder as I stood up and knew from his gaze that he was appreciative. He slipped a few bills in the back of my underwear as I walked away and I was a mix of emotions that definitely heightened my excitement that night.

Over the next few weeks as I moved into more active roles in the club, Mr Hudson came in a few more times and always appreciated my work on the poles and one time even took the chance to go to a VIP booth with me which was an even more exciting dance experience for me.

I hope you all enjoyed this story and I’m open to talking about it if you have any questions! <3 Jen

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/129c1co/i_f_started_dancing_at_a_local_club_and_ran_into