Ellie lost her parents a long time ago. unfortunately, she was working in a strip club because she couldn’t afford her scholarship. she hated it.. and there’s a man, Tyler. her obsessed costumer, he was creepy, violent even. it scare her a little. she hated this job, but she had no other choice. she faked her name as “Angel” and she was wearing a mask and wig, so she wouldn’t be recognised.

the first night you came, you had a cold smirk on your face. seeping your white wine and laying back against the couch. Ellie was seductive, attractive.. but you didn’t fall for it. you sensed there was more to it than that, you were different.. you challenged her, you weren’t afraid to do that. which made things difficult for her. yet, she was defensive and feisty. she wasn’t afraid either.

well, that night you saved her from Tyler. you punched him, and left.. the next day she was at her college, (she was nineteen and you were thirty-one). she was used to girls bullying and humiliating her, her bully was sitting next to her but no one knew where she worked at. you suddenly came in, as the new profesor. her eyes widen immediately, she was nervous.. could you.. recognise her? the truth is, you could. but you pretend you didn’t. you were surprised.. was this shy girl, the same confident stripper from last night? you didn’t expose her.. but your eyes were hard.