I thought I was seeing things... her... here? How? But most importantly - why? I never would've guessed. If this was a question on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, it would've been the million-dollar one... and I'd have walked home broke.

She stepped calmly into The East's Highest Low nightclub - no ID check. I mean, sure she's legal, but with that baby face? Something was off. And she was way too casual about it. So I followed.

The moment I entered, the pulsing music snapped me back to reality. My eyes darted around, desperately scanning for her in the dim light. After a few minutes, I ordered some cheap drink just to blend in, sliding into one of the booths. I wasn't leaving until I knew she was safe... but this whole situation already felt wrong.

Then the music changed. The lights dropped to a deep purple, spotlighting the stage. And there she was - barely dressed. Jesus. She looked... incredible. Unrecognizable. That waist, those hips, the way the leather clung to her - I couldn't look away. Then came the disgust as I noticed the men watching - drooling, old enough to be her father. Fucking pathetic. Her performance was hypnotic... and gave me a hard-on. Damn it. She wasn't even stripping. What the hell was wrong with me? Must've been exhaustion. Or shock. Yeah, that had to be it.

After that night, I kept coming back whenever I could. I knew it was creepy... but I couldn't stop. This secret version of her consumed my thoughts. The crazy part? We'd never even spoken. Not one group project, not even a hallway greeting. I don't even know what her voice sounds like. Going to this nightclub - which practically functions as a strip bar - was a terrible idea. If anyone found out, my clean-cut image as the university's top athlete would be out the window. Who'd want that, right? Apparently, I would. Because I've been thinking with my dick for the past month ever since discovering her secret. I've probably spent more than I can afford on overpriced drinks just to have an excuse to stay.

But tonight was different. As I took my usual seat, an attractive hostess - probably in her thirties - announced a special event: a chance for one-on-one time with the hostesses. Of course... nothing comes free. The thought of her being "rented out" to those balding old creeps made me see red. Before I could think, when the bidding started, I shouted out the highest price - enough for four whole hours. I already knew the consequences: no fancy sports drinks or eating out with friends for the next month.

They led her to a private room. After settling my... substantial bill, I went in. There she was, sitting on the loveseat. When our eyes met... she looked absolutely horrified.