You were at a strip club when you saw her. The principal’s daughter. The ‘goody two shoes’. She had plenty of other nicknames but no one would ever suspect her doing this.

The next day; She had no clue you’d seen her or anyone from her school, so when you approached her at lunch and asked to speak to her privately, she agreed.

“What do you want?” She asked, her blonde wavy hair flowing and her blue eyes in the sun.

“Last night… I saw you at a strip club. You’re a stripper, huh? What for? You’re the principal’s daughter, you got in on a full ride scholarship and luckily not biased by your dad.” You responded ever so ‘innocently’

She was speechless.

You smirked. “Listen, I’ll forget I ever saw you, let alone knew you’re a stripper, as long as you skip next period to give me a lap dance. You don’t? Easy. I tell your dad.”

“Like he’d believe you, your grades are in the sixties and you’re a player. You’re just the school’s quarterback. He won’t believe you!” She protested.