Meeting Katherine

Katherine is out of a job.

"I'm letting you go," My boss replied to me
I felt my heart fall to my stomach. I needed this crappy job to pay for school. I fiddled with my small black uniformed skirt. "I really need this job to pay for classes." I begged him.
He sat across from me in a worn t-shirt and jeans. My boss is overweight and he shows it. His stomach sat partially on the table and in his lap. He has a mustache and beard perfectly matching his brown and grey hair.
"It's the economy sweetheart. I'm only keeping the girls I've had for awhile because they get regular guys."
I pleaded with my eyes, but his eyes told me his decision was final. I reluctantly got to my feet. I stepped through the office door. I could hear loud music coming from the club. I was getting ready to do the walk of shame.
I walked through the double doors to the rowdy patrons. The music is as loud as can be while a fellow worker dances around a pole. She had already removed her top. Her small breasts bounced to the beat she moved with. Her a*s is put on display with a g-string as she eagerly shows the crowd. Some rowdy men were throwing bills on the stage toward her. I already had my purse and keys on me so I went straight for the door. Some other ladies wore what I wore as they waitressed tables. I noticed them give me sad pathetic looks. I forced a smile their way and turned around.
"Hey baby," someone yelled from behind me.
I wasn't on the clock. I didn't have to put up with this bullshit anymore. Yes, I'm a stripper and I'm not ashamed of it. The problem is I'm not very good at being a stripper. I'm not good at doing anything. I was fired from waitressing because I dropped too many plates. I was fired from cashiering because I told a customer to shove it up her a*s after she called me a b***h. I thought, how could I get fired from stripping? How was I going to pay for school now? I'm already on financial probation. I have to pay my total or I'd have to dropout.
I stepped through the doors and collapsed to my feet. I had failed once again. I began to cry uncontrollably. I put my hands on my face to my knees. I rocked back and forth. The cool breeze in the air touched my skin with bitterness. I'd only worn a black flare skirt that barely covered my a*s and a matching black top that only covered my breast. I'm practically naked and I don't care.
"Are you alright?" A deep voice asked.
Another drunk, I rolled my eyes. I got to my feet and ran to my car with my burgundy hair getting all over the place. I ran in my six inch heels to my convertible. I unlocked my car and got in. I started up the engine and headed back to my place I shared with my best friend Aria. Traffic is relatively slow around one in the morning. I get back to our place in no time at all.
Aria and I have our own house courtesy of her parents. Aria was born with a silver spoon. I was born with no spoon whatsoever. My mother gave birth to me and never came back to get me. I bounced from foster home to foster home. I parked my car besides Aria's Bentley. Our cars are also courtesy of her wealthy parents.
I walked up our sidewalk to our two floor home. I unlocked the door and headed past our spacial living room maneuvering my way in the dark. I climbed the carpeted steps for my bedroom upstairs. I could hear laughing coming from down the hall. Sure enough Aria has her squeeze of the moment inside. I rolled my eyes; I suppose my shower could wait until the morning.

I wake up in my queen sized bed to the sound of my alarm blaring. I reached over and shut it off. I pulled off my red cover and stood up. I had to get to class. I had my own shower through my bedroom. I walked in wearing only my pink panties.
I have a reasonably sized bathroom. I have a nice whirlpool tub and a his and hers sink which all my hair supplies occupy. I love the color red so I have red rugs, red containers on the sink, red shower curtain, and an abundance of red towels. The color looked good with my hair even though my hair is more brown than red.
I turned on the shower to a luke warm and sprayer onto massage. I slipped off my panties. I scrubbed my body as fast as I could. The rough feeling coursing through me made me very horny. I really wanted my boyfriend to f**k me. I needed to be consoled. I'd have to wait until after class.
I finished my shower and dried off. I still felt the tingling sensation between my legs. No worries, I told myself. I'd be getting fucked very soon. I lotioned down my body from head to toe. My five foot seven frame appeared to be glistening. I've been blessed with naturally tan skin and grey eyes. Men loved the grey eyes they think it makes me look exotic, whatever, to bring the money in. I work out regularly so I have small slightly toned waist and nice curve where my firm butt sits.
I walked straight into my bedroom. I went from my dresser and pulled open the top drawer. I slipped on a black thong. I think my wetness in between my legs picked the clothes for me. I put on some very short shorts and a plain white t-shirt. I slipped on some fancy flip flops with gold hoops. I grabbed my purse off my desk and headed for the door.
I found Aria in the kitchen cooking breakfast for her guest. Aria is a petite blond who basically resembles Barbie without trying. Needless to say, men fall head over heels for her which is why she quickly moves from one to the other.
"Hey," I peeked in the kitchen.
"Kat, this is Jason."
Hmm, she's never introduced me to her male friends before. "Hi, I'm Katherine." I smiled and waved.
"Hey," he said embarrassed. I didn't realize why.
I turned around for one of our many cabinets along the walls. I opened one to grab a breakfast bar then the fridge to get bottled water. "See you later," I told Aria.
"Okay,' she replied with her head toward the pancakes she's flipping.
I catch a glimpse of her six foot blond haired boy toy Jason. His eyes were completely on my a*s. Oh no, I thought. Aria, please don't fall for this guy.
I arrive to class bright and early and sat in the front row. I sometimes had trouble seeing from far back and sometimes because my psychology professor is such a hottie. He's only a few years older than me and he's already published several books. He walked in the classroom and I could hear all the girls swoon.
Paul Aneeson, is about six feet tall and tan. He's got short brown hair and a killer physique. I sometimes catch him in the gym on campus so I know he works out. He has at least a six pack. The only problem is Paul Aneeson is married with two children and one on the way. A girl could only imagine, there's nothing wrong with fantasizing. Sometimes, I think I see him staring at me.
Like today for example, during class as he instructs on this behavior or that. I swear I see his eyes travel toward my thighs. I play with my legs just a little. I noticed I tripped him up as he speaks. I couldn't hide the smile from my face. Paul Aneeson, shame on you. I winked when he saw my smile. He abruptly turned away from me knowing I caught him.