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STORY 9: POLE POSITIONšŸ’¦šŸ†šŸ’¦

Author: Jay Daniels
last update publish date: 2026-06-13 13:45:01

NEW GIRL ON THE SCHEDULE

AVA

I leaned back against the worn leather couch in the tiny dressing room backstage. The club was still quiet, doors didn’t open for another hour but the bass from the sound check thumped through the walls.

My shift started tonight as the new girl on the schedule, even though I’d been here two years. Vincent had rearranged things again, putting me in the prime slot. Typical him. Controlling everything, including me, without saying it outright.

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    I came back the next night even though my hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel. The church door felt heavier than usual when I pushed it open. My sneakers squeaked on the old floor as I walked down the aisle toward our confessional like it was the only place I belonged anymore.Michael was already there. I could feel it before I even sat down.I closed the door on my side and leaned my back against the wood. ā€œI’m here.ā€His voice came through the screen, low and tired. ā€œI knew you would be. I tried to talk myself out of waiting for you tonight. I failed.ā€I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. ā€œSame. I told myself I’d stay home, watch a movie, do something normal. Instead I’m here again. Talking to a priest like he’s the only person who gets me.ā€A long pause.ā€œSera,ā€ he said, my name sounding like it hurt him. ā€œWe need to talk about what happened last night.ā€My heart beat faster. ā€œYou mean when we touched?ā€ā€œYes.ā€ His voice dropped. ā€œI haven’t stopped thinking about y

  • STRIPTEASE: Tease, Tempt, Surrender Ā Ā Ā FILTHY THOUGHTS OF YOU

    I came back the next night even though I told myself I shouldn’t.My hands were shaking a little as I opened the church door. The place was dark again, only a few candles flickering near the altar. I walked straight to the confessional like it was my new routine. Like I belonged there.Father Michael was already waiting. I could tell by the way the screen felt alive when I sat down.ā€œYou came,ā€ he said. His voice was quieter tonight. Rougher.ā€œI said I would.ā€ I pulled my knees to my chest on the hard bench. ā€œI tried not to. I even drove past the church twice before I parked.ā€He let out a slow breath. ā€œI told myself I wouldn’t wait for you. But I did.ā€That honesty hit me hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wooden screen.ā€œI keep thinking about what you said last night,ā€ I whispered. ā€œAbout seeing the real me. Nobody sees the real me, Michael. Not really.ā€He stayed quiet for a moment. I liked that he used my name now without the Father in front of it sometimes.

  • STRIPTEASE: Tease, Tempt, Surrender Ā Ā Ā STORY 10: THE CONFESSION

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    Roman was already in the VIP room when I walked in the next night. He looked good in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing those strong forearms. But his eyes looked tired.I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, arms crossed under my tits.ā€œRough day, architect boy?ā€ I asked

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