Dear Professor(3)

That was my story, and I was sticking to it.

Ten minutes later, I got back into my room, freshly showered and feeling much better. I still had enough time between now and my second and final show to run downstairs and get out of my bedroom before I was confined for however long.

Before that, though…I dried off, threw on some panties, shorts, and a tank, and dropped to my knees in front of my bed. My hand instantly found the plastic tub, and I pulled it out. The solid, black color of it hid the contents perfectly, but I knew every single thing that happened to be inside it.

I cracked the lid open and pulled out the makeup bag containing various lubricants first. My favorite mini vibrator and full-sized one were the next things to come out, and I gently put them on my wet towel before resealing the box and sliding it back under my bed.

Nine more months, I reminded myself as I headed for my door. Nine. More. Months.





Jenna groaned as I put the mug of steaming coffee in front of her. Her only acknowledgment of my action was the way her hand slowly moved toward it and curled around the handle.

“Thanks, Darcy,” I said. “You’re welcome, Jenna.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled, forcing herself to sit up and propping her head up on her hand. She yawned, her nose scrunching as she did so. “Next time I do a late show before I have an eight a.m. class, fucking hit me, will you?”

“I tried to tell you,” I reminded her, putting my own mug under the coffee maker and hitting the button. “We had this conversation last week too.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I know, I know. But they pay so”—she paused to yawn again—“good.”

That much I knew to be true—especially if you did a late weekend show. That was when the guys who’d thought they’d get laid didn’t get laid and turned to us. They were also usually hammered, and if you got the rich boys with an ego problem and a bucket-load of demands you’d fulfil, they’d give you enough money that you could take a week off.

Not that I’d ever done that. I think I was the only girl who hadn’t. I didn’t pay off the majority of my student loans by taking weeks off. I guess I was one of the lucky ones though. I had a partial scholarship and an almost perfect GPA I worked my butt off to keep.

Fucked my butt off to keep it too.

“Lou can’t keep changing out her shifts because she leaves her studying until the last minute. We need to call Nisha,” I told Jenna and took the seat opposite her at the table.

“What for?” Bella’s sweet voice filled the room as she bounced in.

At a dinky five foot three with brown hair to her waist and giant, almond-colored eyes, she looked like she should be in a damn tree baking cookies instead of in a house for cam girls.

Her happy disposition made me want to vomit before coffee. I had no idea how she could be so…alive. I felt like I’d run ten 5ks every morning.

“What do you think?” I asked her.

“Oh fucking hell, Jenna. You did it again, didn’t you?” Bella instantly morphed from sweet and sunny to annoyed.

I loved it when she swore. It sounded hilarious coming from her cute self.

“I told you yesterday morning to change back with Lou.”

“I knowwwwww,” Jenna groaned, running her hands through her short, blond hair. “I did ask her. She has a test this afternoon. She said she’d be up at seven to do last-minute studying.”

I raised an eyebrow and leaned back in my chair. “You’re a sucker. Every time. She’s still in bed.” This I knew for a fact—Lou’s bedroom was right next to mine, and she snored like a pig behind a megaphone. “She was serenading me as I got ready this morning.”

Bella giggled and put bread in the toaster. “No shit. I thought we were being bombed when I walked past her room this morning.”

I smiled behind my mug as I sipped. Cute as a button, but as dirty as a sailor. That was our Bella.

“Bitch,” Jenna muttered. She grabbed her mug and took two or three giant mouthfuls. “I’m gonna put a cockroach in her pillowcase.”

“You can’t stand ants,” I pointed out with a snort.

“I swear to God, Darce, I will cut your favorite thongs into sewing thread.”

The very thought made me want to wince. My favorite thongs were my favorites for a reason. And that was because I wasn’t the only person who liked them, if you get my drift.

“All right, all right.” I finished my coffee and got up. Then I put the empty mug in the sink. “I hafta go. I need to go and see Professor Banks before class. I need her letter.”

“Is that all of them?” Bella asked, biting daintily into her toast.