Paradoxically, the main thing I have neglected to tell you about in, 'The University Years,' is anything about my time at university. I was having so much fun outside university thanks to my part time job as a stripper that I've neglected to include anything about my adventures in academia.
Like every other student, I was hard up when I first came to university, and took a bar job to help financially. Soon, as you'll already have read, I got myself a job as a strip-o-gram, or just plain old stripper. I took my clothes off to entertain at special occasions, usually things like hen parties. It was all good fun, and it lead to me being highly successful sexually with a fair variety of women, but there were a few women I met through university who had nothing to do with that world of stripping at all, and Claire Andrews was one of them.
As I've said before, most of the women I was bedding at this time were older than me, and Claire was no different. I was only nineteen when I started University, and although tall and well built, I still looked my age. However, it didn't bother me that they were older, and once I got past their initial reluctance, it didn't seem to bother them too much either. Claire's initial reluctance lasted a long time, at least two years, before I managed to seduce and bed her.
I met her during my first week at university, when I was assigned a tutor for one of the subjects I was reading. A tutorial group is a small group of about 6-8 students, who once a week, meet with a member of staff who lectures in the subject they are taking. The tutor sets essays, discuss the books on the set reading list, and keep an eye on your general progress, to make sure you're doing the required work and not falling behind.
My tutor for this particular subject was Claire Andrews. She was quite young as lecturers go, but still quite a few years older than me. I don't know if she was anti-glamour, or trying to look older than her years, to give herself, and her position, an air of gravitas, but she didn't fool me one bit.
I estimated she was about thirty, or perhaps slightly older, but her dowdy way of dressing made her look much older. She invariably wore a skirt, mid-calf, and a, 'granny,' cardigan, with sensible, clumpy shoes. Her hair was scraped back tightly, and she wore no make-up, except mascara, but her skin was so good that she rarely needed it. She had good bone structure, high cheekbones, large blue eyes, a straight, even nose and a very sensual mouth, full lipped and so very kissable. Her figure, under the baggy clothing looked interesting, and she couldn't disguise the slim shapely legs and trim ankles. She intrigued me from the start.
I always tried to contribute to group discussions, answer any questions she put to us as a group, and get my essays in to her on time and tried my best to be the model student for her. Apart from that, I smiled at her a lot, and maintained eye contact with her whenever possible. I think she liked me quite a bit, but only as a student, nothing more.
On the last tutorial meeting before we split up for the Christmas holidays in first year, we were pretty relaxed, she'd already given us the essay topics to be completed during the holidays and the books we should try to read, and the conversation drifted off topic a fair bit. Somehow we were discussing, what, if any jobs we did to supplement our income. Most of them mentioned the usual shop work, bar work, etc, but I didn't volunteer anything. She looked at me quizzically, and I told her I had a job, but I'd rather not say, so she moved on to the next student. I knew she was curious by the way she kept looking at me, but I just smiled at her enigmatically. At the end of our time, as the others packed up, wishing Claire a merry Christmas, etc, I contrived to hang back, until I was the last one there. She smiled at me, showing her beautiful, even teeth.
'I'm sorry about not saying what my job is, but I don't want my fellow students to know. I don't mind telling you as long as you keep it confidential,' I added. She assured me she was well capable of keeping a secret if I felt like sharing a confidence with her, admitting that she was quite intrigued. So, I told her I was a stripper. Her mouth fell open, and she looked surprised to say the least.
'You.... you mean you take your clothes off as a job?' she gulped. I nodded. 'I have to admit you've quite taken me aback,' she said. 'Couldn't you find something better than that?' was her initial reaction. So, I explained to her that I'd been working in a bar for minimum wages, and now I was doing maybe one or two jobs a week and earning far more in fifteen minutes than I could earn in a week working in a bar. 'Well, I don't know,' was all she said, shaking her head. There seemed nothing more to say, so I wished her a nice Christmas, and left her there.
After the holidays, our tutorials began again, but now there seemed to be a little more intimacy between us. After all she knew my secret, and I would sometimes catch her looking at me in an amused sort of way. Once again I contrived to be last man out, and asked her if she had a nice Christmas, to which she replied that she had a lovely time, but she also had a lot of work to do in preparation for the new term. I jokingly suggested that if her work here proved too stressful, then I could easily get her a job just like mine, and she laughed out loud, protesting that she was far too plain. I shook my head.
'You may fool some of the people Claire, but you're not fooling me,' I informed her. 'You may dress plainly, but I can see through you, despite your efforts to look the way you do. You're beautiful, and you could look sensational if you put your mind to it.' She shook her head.
'Well, thank you for that, but I'm not beautiful, and I don't think I'll be giving up my job here at the University to become a stripper just yet,' she said smiling. I laughed.
'No, somehow I didn't think you would,' I admitted.
During the rest of the year, we mentioned my job occasionally, and at times I even felt she was flirting with me a little, but nothing came of it. The year came to an end, and we broke up for the summer, and I went home.
In year two, I took an advanced module in the same subject, and once again I was assigned to Claire's tutorial class. She still put up the same dowdy exterior to the world, but I was becoming more curious about what she would look like if she tried a bit harder. I was soon to find out.
