How to get an A [TeacherxStudent] .:COMPLETE:.

How to get an A [TeacherxStudent]

[A/N] - Hey guys! Thanks for checking out my new studentxteacher (I have no idea why I write it reversed in titles) story! For my fans, wazzap! ^_^ For the others who do not know me, how's it going? Anyways, enjoy this one! Loving Mr. Maxwell has about two chapters left so I'll go ahead and work on it. Peace =u=w

Prologue

"You're up, Roxxy!"

I fixed my blush in the mirror and nodded. I stared back at my brown colored contacts and blinked a couple of times.

"Alright, coming!"

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the curtains.

"Go, go." whispered Lucy.

I messed up my dyed red hair a little and pulled down my shirt to show extra cleavage. You can do this, Susanne. Just act along and you'll get paid well tonight. I walked through the curtains, the smell of alcohol and terrible odors wafting around my nose.

"And here comes Roxxy!"

My eyes scanned the large crowd today. I gave them a quirky smile and turned around, bending over and giving them a little view of my ass. Satisfied with the wolf whistles I received, I turned around and flashed them a fake smile. Walking towards the pole, I pulled my shirt down a little more and had one of my breasts poking out. I saw a 20 fly on the stage and knew this would be a good night.

After doing my show, I headed over to the bar. I went through the crowd and lustful gazes, finally settling down on a stool. Jaime, the bartender, came up to me with a knowing smirk.

"The usual." I said waving him on.

He winked at me and went to go make my drink. I sighed and patiently waited for him.

"Aww... you look too adorable to be here." said a voice I didn't recognize.

The voice was alluring and deep, but I ignored it. Rolling my eyes and still looking down, I sighed.

"S'not like I'm too young."

"Maybe you are. What're you here for?"

"I work here." I said, still staring at the bar table.

Jaime came back with my drink and set it in front of me. I nodded and slowly sipped on it. Picking up the drink, I left the bar without another word. I went backstage and looked in the mirror, fixing my makeup and clothes.

"Roxxy, you got a lapper."

I absolutely hate my job. I feel like a slut, but how else will I get income? The pay's not bad, it's enough to keep me alive. I hate with a passion giving married 50 year old men lap dances. With a roll of my eyes in the mirror, I got up and headed to the booth near the stage. I approached a door and opened it, seeing eight other doors.

'Roxxy' was in silver letters written across the door.

I opened that door and saw a man in a chair. When the door closed, he glanced over. I saw a side-glimpse of his face. My breath was caught in my throat as I saw him smile and look ahead. Slowly approaching this man, I had my back to him and looked straight. I bended over slightly and slowly began to shake my ass. I shook my hips in a teasing way, glancing over my shoulder. I almost stopped when I realized how hot this guy is. Fully turning around, I noticed a smirk plastered on his face. I walked towards him, noticing that he was sitting straight instead of back. My fingers glided from his jaw to his chest, sending tiny sparks in my body. I smiled when he shivered at my touch, our eyes locking gazes.

He had wavy dark brown hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. He had the cutest baby blue eyes, but his mature facial structure said otherwise. His smirk would easily make any girl drop to their knees.