The billionaires love

Ariel's pov

I woke up suddenly when my alarm went off. I couldn't help but think that the school I went to was incredibly selective and demanding.

I forced myself out of bed and sluggishly made my way to the bathroom.

Despite being a brilliant student with excellent grades, it's safe to say that I only put in the effort to secure a future for myself.

After taking a longer-than-usual bath, I rummaged through my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear.

Unlike many girls, I wasn't particularly interested in makeup, fashion, and all those things.

I got all dressed up in loose-fitting pants and clothes, put my hair in a bun, and added a touch of powder to my face before heading out.

You might be wondering about my parents, right? Well, the simple answer is that my dad might have been knocked out at some bar and hasn't recovered yet, and as for my mom, I think she's having an amazing time with her special someone and didn't feel like coming back home.

Yes, I come from a dysfunctional family, which is one of the main reasons I had to stand up for myself and use my financial inability to support myself by becoming a stripper.

When I arrived at the school, there was a lot more traffic than last week, which indicated that the school year at my school had officially started. Most of my school students had a very common habit of starting class later than usual.

Everyone headed to their lockers, grabbed their books, and headed down the hall to class.

I felt a bucket of water pour over my head as soon as I opened my locker. As everyone gawked at my situation, I overheard laughter in the hallway. I took my book and immediately went to the bathroom, ignoring the jeering.

It appears that I was aware that something similar would happen because I brought extra clothing. I changed out of my wet clothes and undressed.

Before leaving, I adjusted the glasses, which now completely encircled my face. As I was leaving, the bell that announced the start of classes rang.

I picked up the pace and didn't notice that someone else was in the same lane as me, so we collided and my books flew all over the place.

When I looked up, he was staring at me with a face laced with rage, which was my worst nightmare come true.

Even though I knew everything would work out in the end because it was not the first time something like this was happening, I still couldn't help but feel anxious.

He remarked, "The nerd suddenly lost her sight.". I apologized, looking at my watch, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.". You just earned a straight A for that insult, Dylan... he praised himself. "Of course, you wouldn't see anyone because you are a total loser.".

He laughed and filled the remaining space between us as I held my books close to my chest and said, "Please, I'm sorry, and I'm running late for class.".

We are heading to the same class, nerdy, and guess what? You and I will be facing detention because...." He pulled back my hair, and once more my books fell.

Oh no, Mr. Dot Bully Dylan is about to engage in yet another bullying session.

Since he began to bully me in my freshman year, I made up that name for him.

I didn't yell or scream for him to stop holding onto my hair, which led to me falling to the ground and hitting my ass. When he let go.

At least he was gentle and kind today.

Following his departure, I got up to quickly pack my books and return to the classroom.

Mr. James was already preparing his history lessons when I walked into the room, and as soon as he saw me, he uttered the dreaded phrase I had been waiting to hear.

After letting out a sigh, I moved to my seat. "Dylan, I appreciate you being such a jerk," I said inwardly.

I was writing down some terms I had seen on the board in my history book when a piece of paper was thrown against the back of my head. What a fool, what a fool.

Dylan's pov

I was used to getting in trouble and having detention, but this time, I decided to skip it and go to my friend's house instead.

Peter, Blake, Oscar, and I were best of friends and also the most popular guys in school, and it seemed like every girl wanted to be with us.

Peter questioned, "Were you guys aware?, and I took a sip of vodka before asking what he meant.

He excitedly told us that Polly Dyldo, a well-known person, would be returning to work at the strip club today. We all cheered with joy.

Let me give you a little detail of who Polly Dyldo is.

She was the epitome of a fierce American stripper who could easily arouse any guy. Her Peterce moves were exceptional, and many guys would do anything to experience her services.

"So, who's up for hitting the strip club tonight?" Peter asked, and we all enthusiastically raised our hands.

"Awesome, let's meet up at 9 pm. I heard if we can secure quick reservations, we might even get the chance to enjoy Polly Dyldo's services," Peter added.

I was so excited for tonight. Finally, I would get to witness Polly Dyldo's mesmerizing Petercing all over me.

It was my first time, and I knew it was all thanks to the guys who made early reservations.

As the night fell, we arrived at the most popular strip club in Brooklyn. The atmosphere was oozing with sensuality as we entered the room.

We made our way to the front row and took turns paying a few bucks before Polly Dyldo's grand entrance. And then, the moment arrived.

The curtains unveiled, revealing the stunning Polly Dyldo, gracefully making her way towards us, she is such a Polly I couldn't help but think to myself.

"Damn, Oscar couldn't contain his excitement.

"Hell yeah, you can say that again. Said Blake" Blake's New York accent cleared the way during his speech, and I couldn't help but be impressed by it. But for now, let's return to Polly Dyldo.

She skillfully worked the poles, hanging upside-down and moving seductively. The song playing in the background added to the sensual vibe. And then, "Peter pointed out the obvious-Polly Dyldo walked right up to Oscar and gave him a steamy lap Peterce."

Oscar's expression was priceless, filled with pure pleasure, and who could blame him? It's Polly Dyldo, after all.

Then it was Blake's turn, and he had this satisfied grin on his face as Polly rocked him hard. I watched as Blake slipped a dollar bill into her panties.

And finally, Peter was up next, trembling with joy. Polly Dyldo gave him an intense performance, and the poor guy couldn't contain himself as he became so hard.

I could see the disappointment written all over his face as Polly Dyldo finished giving him the lap Peterce, and we burst into laughter. "It's not even funny," he said; As I replied to him.

"Bro, I promise we're not laughing at you for real." In a way that made him even more frustrated.

I was getting ready for Polly Dyldo, but she unexpectedly moved away, leaving me in disbelief.

"Hey, you!!!!!! I paid for this too!!" She didn't even acknowledge me.

"What the heck just happened?" Peter asked, looking just as surprised as I felt.

Ariel's pov

I chuckled as I saw the disappointment on his face when I walked away.

Afterward, I went straight to my boss's office and interrupted her work.

She looked up at me, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "Hey Polly, to what do I owe this sudden visitation?" she asked.

I explained that I wanted to request a refund for a customer in the front row.

She paused, dropped her pen, and stared at me, folding her hands.

"Did the customer try to force himself on you?" She asked.

"Yeah, he tried to harass me," I fibbed.

My boss agreed to give me a refund and instructed me to throw the money at the guy.

I walked back to the front row and tossed the dollar bills at Dylan.

He was shocked and exclaimed, but I ignored him and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and shook me forcefully.

''You must give me the damn lap Peterce!!!!" He said with a straight voice.

It was enough for him to behave as he usually did when he bullied me in class.

Despite his friends trying to intervene, he held onto my arm tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

It almost caused a scene until the security personnel arrived and separated us.

They escorted Dylan out of the club, and I felt a sense of relief.

Dylan wasn't going to receive my services. Not after how he bullies me at school.

Once he was gone, I continued Petercing proficiently for other available customers.