The day after Mr. Thompson first brought her to his place, Alice came back to his apartment carrying everything she owned. Which wasn't a lot, considering she had sold almost everything after her mother left to pay as much of her debt as possible. She entered the apartment with only one big duffle bag, and the clothes she had on her back. She knew it made her look like a homeless person, but... The young ex-stripper kind of was homeless, at this point.
She had told her landlord she was cancelling her lease, but she would've hardly been able to pay this month's rent after loosing her job anyway. And it's not like she could've turned to any of her high school or college friends to find a place to crash, they had all gone radio silent after she dropped out of college. What a bunch of two-faced turncoats.
But it's only when push comes to shove that people understand who their true allies in this world are, right? And the 19-year-old girl had come to understand the only friend she had left in this world was Mr. Thompson.
How lucky she was to have reunited with her old teacher in her time of need! Only a few years ago, she would have never guessed this repulsive man who had an unhealthy habit of humiliating her in front of the class would be so kind as to give her a helping hand. She had always believed he hated and resented her, yet he had helped a college dropout and unemployed failure like her immediately after her dismissal.
He truly had a heart of gold, deep down. Or, who knows, maybe a soft spot for her? Whichever it was, she was stocked her Daddy was so protective of her. Alice would feel right at home here!
"Took you long enough, Miss Thornwood," the old man grunted from the couch he rarely seemed to leave. "What's with this crop top and those high heels? You look like a fucking slut. I remember you getting in trouble with Principal Collins for wearing such scanty outfits."
"I'm sorry if my outfit offends you, sir," the young blonde apologized. "Since I'm now your tenant, I can dress more conservatively if you prefer. I wouldn't want your neighbors to ask questions about the young woman you're hosting."
"Nonsense," he smirked. "We both know I won't convince my neighbors you're my niece or a distant relative of mine, Miss Thornwood. I'm accommodating a stripper so lousy she got canned, a whore desperate enough to sell her body to a man her father's age just to have a roof over her head. They might as well understand that sooner than later."
Mr. Thompson couldn't help but to insult from the moment she entered a room, could he? And Alice was willingly moving in with a man who had nothing but disdain and lecherous thoughts about her, and who seemed hellbent on making her everyday life a living nightmare... She was going to feel right at home here indeed, no doubt about it.
"Of course, sir. Then I'll keep on wearing these kinds of clothes to make sure they're aware of that."
"Oh, you'll get to wear much shorter things than that, Miss Thornwood," he replied, malevolently. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves."
The grey-haired professor helped her carry her luggage in the middle of the living room and seemed surprised by how effortlessly he could lift it.
"You travel lightly, Miss Thornwood," he said. "I thought I might have to clear some space to welcome you, but it seems I won't need to bother."
"My mother didn't leave me with much, and I had to get rid of all the rest. As for my gig at Aphrodite, after rent and debt reimbursements were paid, I didn't have much leeway to buy new things."
The 55-year-old man gestured for her to take a chair and sat back on the couch.
"Your mother again, huh?" he said, suddenly more thoughtful. "Christ, the nerve of that woman. And I thought I was a shitty dad to my daughter Stacey..."
Mr. Thompson looked at her oddly, as if he was pondering on something. Alice didn't like seeing him distraught, especially because of her. The reason she had come to enjoy her old professor's company was because he was an unrepentant asshole, sulking didn't suit him. Fortunately, she knew perfectly how to get him out of his funk. Appealing to his baser instincts always did the trick.
"Of course not, sir. You're a wonderful father. Just look at me: I'm a poor unemployed girl at the end of her ropes, and you swoop in to save me. You're my guardian angel!"
To drive her point home, the 19-year-old blonde slowly opened her legs and showed him the very thin panties she was hiding under her skirt. The nasty middle-aged man gulped down, unable to look away from this hypnotizing sight.
"I am completely defenseless and penniless," she added in a sultry voice, caressing her crotch softly over the fabric. "I have nothing left in this world but my clothes and my youthful body. Someone with bad intentions could've tried to use my vulnerability to take advantage of me."
"You think?" he asked, his eyes glued to her panties. "Who could possibly get such a crazy idea?"
Alice stood back up and purposely let her underwear fall to the floor. She got to her luggage and arched her back, making her short skirt reveal her intimate parts.
Even though Mr. Thompson had sex with her several times the night before and had seen her undress for him countless times at Aphrodite, she still saw his eyes ignite once he caught a glimpse of her pussy. It was pleasant to know the old bastard was still as excited by her as she was by him.
"Bad people would, but not you, sir," she said, with a falsely naive tone while shaking her exposed booty. "Even though you're only a former teacher of mine, you've helped me without a single utter motive. I'm so grateful you agreed to host your trashy and hopeless daughter's friend, even if it's only for a short while."
"Yes, yes... I'm a real hero, aren't I?" he smirked. "What a role model I am."
"Exactly, sir. A hero. My hero!"
Alice let her skirt fall on the floor and removed her top. Since Mr. Thompson didn't like her clothes, what was the point wearing them? She turned back toward him, fully nude, and ran her fingers all along her belly, exposing her breasts and pussy to him. Stripping in a club was something the young blonde was used to, but doing it in a private apartment with only one spectator felt much more intimate. Much more arousing...
"As for me, I'm your little Damsel in distress," she purred, flirtatiously. "You just saved me from a very rough spot, sir. I would've been left alone without a roof over my head if it wasn't for you. I can't possibly imagine how I'll manage to thank you for this grand selfless gesture! But I'm opened to... suggestions. Plural."
The deviant old man looked at Alice's opened legs, his breath accelerating and his eyes blazing with lust, before raising his stare back at her.
"Oh, trust me little slut, I'll come up with some ideas...
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