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  Stripped by the Professor

  The Office Hours Series

  Riley Love

  Contents

  Foreword

  1. Britt

  2. Lock

  3. Britt

  4. Lock

  5. Britt

  6. Lock

  7. Britt

  8. Lock

  9. Britt

  10. Lock

  11. Britt

  12. Lock

  13. Britt

  14. Lock

  15. Britt

  16. Lock

  17. Britt

  18. Lock

  19. Britt

  Also by Riley Love

  Copyright © 2018 by Riley Love

  Stripped by the Professor

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product(s) of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, or meant to lend credibility and authenticity to the story. The use of brand names and locations should not be read as an endorsement of this author’s work.

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  Foreword

  About the Book

  As a twenty-three year old virgin, I wasn’t the kind of girl you’d normally find in a strip club, but desperation had a way of making bad ideas seem like good ones.

  And when I was on stage, I mostly forgot the reasons I was there in the first place.

  The only thing I *couldn’t* forget was the spellbinding way the man with the chiseled jaw and intense green eyes watched me as my body swayed to the music.

  Nor could I forget the fact that he was off limits as a professor at my college.

  Devastatingly sexy and single minded, Lachlan “Lock” Craig is completely off limits.

  Falling for him will derail all my plans … and set my body ablaze with desire.

  Do I give in to what I know is wrong, or do I walk away from the one man who has the power to turn my world around in an instant?

  I’m not sure what I should do. All I know is being bad has never been this much fun.

  **As with all my stories, this fun and sexy read is best for those 18+.

  Britt

  I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t need the money.

  That’s what I kept telling myself over and over in my head, a mantra that I repeated as I slid into the shockingly tight rubber bustier. One of the girls, Jade, an experienced regular here at the Silver Dollar Club, had taught me a trick to ease into it. She’d applied talcum powder softly along my naked skin so I slipped into the rubber garment as easily as a seal sliding off a dock.

  But still, I felt ridiculous.

  It wasn’t me. I stared into the huge mirror attached to the make-up vanity backstage and puffed up my bright red curls a little. Just the act of getting into the bustier had made me break out into a sweaty sheen that dragged my thick hair down, and I wasn’t even due to dance for five more songs.

  What are you doing? I asked myself, exhaling loudly and letting my lips flap together like my old saddle horse back on the ranch at home.

  I’d come a long way, from being raised in the middle of nowhere by a religious family to the big city, pursuing an education of my own.

  Having been homeschooled, I’d been unable to get my high school diploma before I finally left home. For the last year I’d taken classes and finally finished all my high school exams through the adult learning annex near the restaurant I’d waitressed at, but now it was time for the big leagues.

  College.

  Real higher education, and that was costly. Low wages and crappy tips weren’t going to cover my tuition, so here I was.

  “Oh my god, Britt, you look hot, hot, hot, girlfriend!”

  I turned away from the mirror and let Dusty throw her arms around me. We’d waited tables together until she’d started dancing here and had finally talked me into quitting my job and following her over when she’d waved fat rolls of cash under my nose.

  “And this is just from three nights of dancing,” she’d bragged at the time. “With your perky tits and gorgeous, thick hair, you’ll make way more than me!”

  I’d blushed a hot, bright red at the time, but still, all that cash. I hadn’t been able to say no.

  College classes started tomorrow. I’d paid ten percent down on my tuition to hold my spot, but the remainder was due within a month. Dusty promised me I’d make it easily before then, twenty grand at least.

  “Thanks. So do you.” I wasn’t lying. I looked my friend up and down. Usually a tomboy in loose jeans and a looser hoodie, she looked like a fairy tale dream pixie in her green dress and glittery gold body paint tonight.

  “Are you ready? Do you remember everything I’ve taught you?” Her eyes flashed so bright. Her excitement was catchy.

  “I…I think so.”

  “No. You know so. You are hot, you are sexy, and you are going to go out there and fucking slam it, girlfriend.” She pushed me toward the stage door. “You’re up after this. Get ready!”

  And before I knew it, she’d shoved me through the door and right onto the stage where I tottered down to the end, grabbed the slick metal pole, struck a pose, fluttered my fake lashes against the bright lights, and prepared to dance like my future depended on it.

  Because it really did.

  Lock

  “So, thanks to the sudden departure of our esteemed colleague, your request for tenure has been granted,” Dr. Phillips, the head of my department, announced at the end of a brief meeting in his office.

  He’d called me in to discuss the upcoming course load, and I hadn’t expected this at all. I mean, I expected it because I’d busted my ass publishing, researching, and doing everything it took to make it in academia, but I hadn’t expected it because I was only thirty-six, making me the youngest faculty member by at least a decade. Or two.

  “Oh, thank you. I don’t know the details surrounding Mark leaving us, but I suppose I won’t question them now.”

  “He was caught sleeping with his graduate student.” Dr. Phillips leaned toward me across his broad oak desk. “I can tell you that now that you’re one of us. He was banging her like a broken door every chance he got. His wife found out, turned him in, and he was brought in front of the ethics committee.”

  “This was his first time though,” I said, forgetting that I wasn’t supposed to know anything about it. But it was a small campus—everybody knew everybody’s business.

  “Come on, Lock.” Dr. Phillips smirked. “You know how politically charged the world is right now. There’s no way we could let this slide. If that student had let it out that she’d been sexually harassed by her professor, enrollment would plummet, and shit would get messy.”

  I nodded and listened to him talk but thought about how stupid Mark had been. He’d destroyed an exceptional academic career over some girl—how ridiculous and cliché was that?

  I managed to get away from Dr. Phillips before he talked my ear completely off. I signed all the paperwork with the HR department, and it was done. I was officially a full time, tenured professor of languages, and life seemed pretty complete.

  I strolled to my office, parked myself in my chair, and enjoyed the afternoon of congratulation
s from my colleagues and friends.

  Eventually, as I knew, Troy found his way down the hall, swept in, and hooted, “I knew your father’s money would come in handy sometime. So what did it take, a new wing for the library? A brand-new science building? How much did your tenure cost your old man?”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Nothing. I did this on my own.”

  Troy smirked and I could have slapped him, but he was one of my oldest and closest friends in spite of being a grade A douche.

  “Well if that’s the case, you need to celebrate. We’re getting you laid this weekend, my friend!”

  “Classes start next week. I don’t have time for getting laid.” I hated using his terminology. It was crude. But it was Troy in a nutshell. His world revolved around his dick. How he’d managed to get a job as an assistant professor in the business department was beyond me.

  “I don’t care. I’m rounding up the usual suspects, and we’re taking you to that strip club down on Broadway.”

  “I don’t do strip clubs.”

  “I know. That’s why it’s perfect. We’re going to bust your stripper cherry at last. You’re the only guy I know who didn’t get up to no good in college or as a bachelor. It’s ridiculous—you’re loaded, you come from old school family money, and you’ve got those abs that make women fucking crazy.”

  “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” I sighed.

  “No, you know I’m not.” He grinned and started to walk out. “Clear your schedule. I’m gonna get you some top notch pussy!”

  I cringed at his crude language yet again and shook my head. I couldn’t help but laugh though. If Troy did anything, it was keep me down to earth. Without him, I would have spent my youth with my nose in a book. Even with his influence, I barely dated. I was no virgin, but I wasn’t one for relationships either.

  Maybe a strip club would be a good way to celebrate. I could have a little fun and then get back to my career.

  No woman was going to derail me. I wasn’t as stupid as Mark or as desperate as Troy.

  I was a confirmed bachelor, and that’s the way I liked it.

  Britt

  The song started slowly, and I let the beat catch me up like a leaf in the current of a river.

  It was a song I’d never heard, with an exotic beat. The language wasn’t English, which added to the otherworldly sensation of the rhythm and the fact that I was dancing for men in a club, dancing for money.

  I swung my hips and felt each beat of the drum race through me. Thank god Dusty had given me a couple glasses of wine before I’d gotten dressed. It gave my limbs a loose, floating feeling.

  Before I even had a chance to shimmy up the pole or peel off my bustier, the song ended and wove into one I actually knew but didn’t understand. All I knew was the “despacito” part, but the rest was also exotic and exciting to me, having been raised in the middle of nowhere surrounded by boring religious folks who looked down on things like dancing and languages that felt sexy as they rolled off your tongue and vibrated your lips with their beautiful sounds.

  I slipped up the pole, gripped it with my thighs, and swung backwards, my thick curls dropping and sweeping almost to the floor.

  Eyes closed, feeling the notes and voices throb through my veins, I reached for my bustier and slowly tugged at the laces on the front, loosening it so it would fall away when I righted myself again.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing it, that I wasn’t falling on my face or humiliating myself in the club packed wall to wall with men, all their gazes locked on me. I needed the money, I told myself, but this powerful sensation of being in control and the absolute center of attention also whispered through my mind as yet another reason for me to be here.

  I’d never expected it though, never expected to feel so empowered or so amazingly sexy like this. I had expected to feel embarrassed and shy with everyone staring at me, but this…this was incredible.

  I opened my eyes and found myself staring directly at the most intensely gorgeous pair of deep, dark green eyes I’d ever seen.

  They were upside down of course—or more accurately, I was upside down.

  But I could still tell the eyes were gorgeous and the face they were set in was absolute perfection. The jawline was straight and rugged, and stubble darkened the hollow planes of his cheeks. His hair was thick and dark, long enough to show a bit of curl but short enough to be tidy and professional.

  And speaking of professional, he wore a white suit shirt that strained against his broad chest, clinging to him like it was jealous and didn’t want to let him go.

  His eyes widened with surprise when our gazes locked, and I had to tear mine away or I would have crashed down to the stage in complete shock at the intense chemistry that sizzled between us.

  I closed my eyes again, fell back into waves of the music, and slid down to the steady floor of the stage, standing on my impossibly high heels.

  And for the first time, I felt embarrassed, knowing that gorgeous man was watching me, but I flipped the last lace of the bustier as it separated and fell away, revealing my entire naked body.

  Well, all of it but my feet, covered in boots, and my bikini area, covered in a black thong. That small scrap of silk at least gave me the illusion that I was being somewhat modest—at least I wasn’t showing off all of myself to these strangers.

  Besides, I would have died if anyone saw the lightning bolt Dusty had talked me into getting on my shaved nether regions. It had seemed fun at the time, but now that I was here, dancing and enjoying the power I had over these men, it felt like it would skank up my image.

  And yet I rolled my hips to the music and extended my hands over my head, fluttering them like little birds as my breasts heaved with each deep breath I took.

  I fought the bashful feelings racing through me, kept my eyes shut, and danced, contemplating what image I really had. As it stood right then and there, I was a girl in transition. From naïve homeschooled farmer’s daughter to dancer who didn’t quite take it all off.

  But I might if Mr. Sexy commanded me to.

  Before I could think about him and the effect he had on me any longer, the music stopped, and my first ever foray onto the stage ended abruptly. And thank god, really. I would have seriously stumbled and fallen on my ass right in front of him had I kept thinking about that electric chemistry.

  I don’t even know where that chemistry came from. I’d been kept away from boys for as long as I could remember, and since moving out here, I’d been too busy to date. I hadn’t even been kissed, let alone all the rest of it…

  Thankful that the lights kept anyone from noticing my rising blush, I opened my eyes wide to finish my set. I forced myself to straighten my back proudly and sashayed around the stage, collecting the money tossed my way.

  As I reached the edge of the stage, I couldn’t help but peek at the man at the center of the group at the very end of the runway.

  All I saw were those deep, green, sizzling-hot eyes set in that absolutely perfect, handsome face. And that sexy, sweet smirk that seemed almost as shocked as I felt. He smiled, his full lips curved into a smile, but his eyes couldn’t seem to tear away from me.

  I bent to collect a pile of bills in front of him when an arm extended and waved rudely at me. It was his friend, a blond guy to the left of him with the typical look of an arrogant businessman. He waved the hand at me again, and I had to pull my eyes away from Mr. Sexy.

  The other man held a crisp, hundred-dollar bill, and even though my indignation rose like bile in my throat, I reached out and snatched it from his fingers.

  I hated that I needed the money, but that was part of my rent or tuition right there in the smug guy’s hand.

  “Give me a little extra shake for that much cash, sweetheart.” He laughed.

  “Come on, Troy,” Mr. Sexy said with unbridled disgust. “Just let her do her job.”

  And I just about melted right there. My legs turned to jelly at the deep timbre of his voi
ce, and I had this insane sudden flash of hearing him say my name while I had my head on his chest.

  I moved quickly after that before the sensation of jelly legs and my head floating like a balloon above my head completely took over and I lost the last ounce of good luck I had.

  Gathering my bustier, I turned once back to the crowd, bowed dramatically, and let their cheers and applause give me the confidence I needed to do this again.

  And again. And again—until my schooling was done and I could pay my own way through the world, never relying on any man like my mom had done her entire life.

  But there could be stops along the way, like right into Mr. Sexy’s arms maybe, if I ever had the courage.

  Dusty was waiting for me with her arms wide open, and her voice squealed in a seemingly endless version of, “Oh mah gawd!”

  “You were amazing!” she screamed as she threw her arms around me. The club manager stood behind her, and she glanced back at him. “Wasn’t she amazing, Rodney? I told you my girl wouldn’t let you down.”

  “You did good, kid.” Rod handed me a roll of bills. “This is for tonight, and if you keep coming back, your tips will get bigger and this stack will grow. The more customers you bring me, the more money I give you. You got that?”

  I nodded, still wobbly on the heels and clutching the bustier to my breasts as if Rodney and Dusty hadn’t just watched my entire almost-naked performance.

  Rodney walked away, and Dusty looked at me with huge eyes. “He never does that, comes down to meet a girl personally on their first night. You did amazing.”