Confession Of A High School Counselor -1

Erica was my first real serious counseling case. I got a report in April, through an anonymous e-mail, that a student Erica Crawford had been dancing and turning tricks, each evening, at the local strip club.

Since I did not really know who she was, I decided to look her up at school. Checking her schedule, I saw that she had lunch this hour, and I went to the lunchroom. The lunchroom supervisor pointed her out to me.

Erica was sixteen years old, and a Junior. She was about 5 feet, 7 inches tall, had long red hair, green eyes and freckles. Her figure was stunning with 36D breasts, a thin waist, and a firm, round butt.

Her attire was that of your typical eleventh grade schoolgirl, bordering on the sexy side. She had on a red, plaid mini skirt, and a tight white button-down blouse. Her breasts strained against the top and her nipples were visible beneath the white cotton. Apparently she wasn't wearing a bra. Erica was sitting with a group of similarly dressed girls. Remember, there was no dress code at the school.

Being that this was such a delicate situation, I decided that I needed to be sure the tip was true, before confronting her.

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It was Friday night, and luckily I had nothing to do, so I headed over to the far side of town, to the only strip club, which was blatantly called Beavers. (I was happy to see that this was a totally nude place, for I'm a "pussy man" at heart.)

After paying the cover, I entered. It was your typical strip club, dark with a stage and tip rail in the center. Surrounding it were a number of small tables and around the outside was a curtained VIP room. I choose a table, ordered a beer from the scantily clad waitress, and sat back to enjoy the show.

The tall brunette on stage was well into her routine, and topless wearing only a G-string. Surprisingly, she seemed a little young for working here. Her breasts were amazing. As she came toward the end of her dance, she removed the G-sting, revealing a plush, bare pussy. As the music came to an end, she went over and joined a table of businessmen for drinks.

Next on stage was a petite dancer, dressed as a schoolgirl. She was introduced as Bookworm Sally. Sally looked young, though I knew you needed to be eighteen to work here. She had black hair, which was braided in two pigtails. Her brown eyes were framed by a pair of round glasses. During the first part of her routine, she danced while removing her glasses and white blouse. Underneath she wore a plain, cotton, training type bra. She soon removed it to reveal two cute B-cup breasts, which she innocently paraded around stage.

Next Sally stepped out of her wool plaid skirt, swaying around in a pair of white cotton bikini panties, knee socks and tennis shoes. Her butt looked fantastic as the panties hugged her buns and there was a visible protrusion in the area of her crotch. Finally the panties came off, revealing a smooth, shaved pussy, making the schoolgirl fantasy, even more real. After some leg raises and spreading on stage, the song ended, she grabbed her clothes, and retreated into the crowd.

I wanted to spend some time with her, but she was whisked away to the VIP room, before she got to my table.

I watched several more strippers perform, and didn't see Erica either on stage or working the tables. I was about to leave, when the DJ made the next introduction.

"Please direct your attention to the stage and welcome Exercise Erica."

Onto the stage skipped a cute redhead to the music of "Let's Get Physical". She was in a bright red leotard and white thigh highs. It was Erica. I was puzzled, her student folder said she was sixteen, yet I knew you had to be eighteen to work here. The tight leotard accentuated her magnificent body. Her 36D breasts bounced in time to her dancing and her nipples poked out of the thin fabric. Laying on her back, she did a series of leg spreads which showed off her cameltoe quite nicely.

I wanted to get a closer look, so I moved up to the tip rail. I didn't think she would recognize me, seeing that we never met and especially since it was so dark. I joined several others, stuffing dollar bills into her garter at the top of her thigh highs.

Soon she peeled her top down showing off her milky white, freckle covered, breasts. Even though they were quite ample, they had absolutely no droop whatsoever. Young and pert was a perfect description. Her nipples were sticking straight out and her freckles nearly matched the red of her leotard.

As she got up and did several spins around the pole, she peeled her leotard further down her body, past her hips, and finally completely off.

Her butt was perfectly proportional to her body, and was also covered with freckles. When she turned around, I got my first peek at her sixteen year old pussy. I was glad I was up close. Unlike the rest of the girls, her pussy was covered with a neatly trimmed layer, of red pussy hair. Her lips were full and plush. There was a defined slit right down the center.

The music changed to a slow sensual song. With that, Erica got on her back, in front of me. She started doing wide leg spreads. Her slit splayed open, and I noticed a coating of moisture inside.

I tipped her a twenty, and she stayed in front of me. She pushed her hips up in the air, and started doing pelvic thrusts. This gave me a good look at her vaginal opening, which was even more moist than her slit.

After a few minutes of this, she moved on to the next guy. I had real mixed feelings about this. On one had, this was one of the students I was supposed to counsel and protect, on the other hand, hard-ons don't lie.

When the music stopped, she gathered her leotard, and started working her way down the line, trying to solicit private dances. Before she got to me, Sally appeared at my side, in her schoolgirl outfit, and asked if I wanted to join her in the VIP room. Figuring, I shouldn't risk being recognized by Erica, I took Sally up on her offer.

Sally took my hand and led me to the VIP room. It consisted of a series of dimly lit private booths, with plush padded, arm less chairs.

Sally sat me down, removed her glasses, and then spoke.

"Hi, my name is Sally," she started, "Lap dances are $25 clothed, $50 for me nude, and $75 if you want to take off your pants too. The law doesn't allow sexual contact, but for $100, sometimes I can't control where your cock will end up during the dance!"

It was a no brainer. I handed her $100.

"Just one question," I asked her, "how old are you?"

"Oh, I'm eighteen." she answered.

"No, how old, really? I pressed.

"Well fourteen, if you must know. I have a false ID. All of the girls do. But I'm pretty sure you won't tell now, will you?" she said, smiling.

"Oh, your secret's safe with me." I answered. "And another thing, I just love your schoolgirl outfit. You don't have to get fully naked, just remove your panties."

Sally nodded OK, and reached down and pulled off her panties, as I shed my pants and underwear.

As the music pulsated, she turned away from me, lifted her plaid skirt, and sat backward on my lap. As she ground back and fourth, my cock was at full attention. The back of my shaft slid against the front of her bare slit. Seeing her on stage, I saw how smooth her pussy was. I didn't realize just how wet she was, also. Her pigtails, flapped as she wiggled, and I bent down and kissed the nape of her neck. She seemed to start getting turned on. I then reached forward, underneath her blouse, and saw she didn't have on her bra. I felt up her B-cup breasts with my hands and massaged them. My palms completely covered her small mounds, prodding her nipples to attention. Her breathing was heavy and quick.

After a while more of this, she swiveled and turned toward me, resting her legs on each side of my hips. As she turned toward me, she had to lift her pelvis up, and when she came down, my penis plunged right into her vaginal opening. It was super wet, and as she pushed down further, it went all the way in.

The feeling was incredible, it was so tight and hot, I couldn't help but rest inside her for a moment. After a while, it was Sally who began to rock up and down to the music. Her pussy walls clung to my cockhead, like a velvet vice. Every nerve ending in my shaft was on edge.

We pumped in and out deeply, for ten minutes, and as I felt myself about to cum, I started to withdraw. Sally sensed this and whispered in my ear, "No need to pull out, I'm on the pill."

She then bore down on me, and I came deep inside her vagina. As the first spurts of my ejaculation started, the walls of her vagina started to spasm. Her contractions were strong, causing me to empty a full load into her pussy. I stayed inside her for a while. Sally bent her head up, and gave me a small, yet passionate kiss.

She then stood up, and holding her hand under her pussy, and caught as much semen as she could dripping from her. Going over to the side, she took a handful of tissues from a box, and cleaned herself off. I put my pants on, and handed her an extra twenty dollar bill.

"Thank you Mr. Quinn." she smiled.

"Holy shit!" I thought. "I'm screwed!"

I rushed out, as quickly as I could. As I did, I passed Erica leading a tall businessman into the room.

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