Forbidden Love: Married to My Stripper Student

Chapter 1 (Sold for 3 Million) Celine's POV: "Celine! You're going to hit the jackpot tonight. Guess what? Mr. Cooper is here, the big-time businessman. So you better do your best, okay? He's not stingy with his money. He gives big!" Madam Baby, the manager of this club where I work, said. She's also the reason I ended up in this line of work. I don't have a choice. We have a huge debt to Madam Baby. She paid for my dad's hospital bills when he had cancer. By the way, my name is Celine Sanchez. I'm 24 years old and a college student. I'm pretty, sexy, have smooth skin, and most of all, I have a strong appeal. This is the reason why Madam Baby took me into her club. She needs me in her business. So I was forced to take this job to help pay off our debt to her. So besides being a student in the morning, I'm also a dancer at the club. I dance on stage wearing only a bra and panties. I'm there to entice the men who frequent this place. "Madam Baby, we had an agreement, remember? I told you not to call me by my real name when we're here at the club," I chided her. That was the first thing I noticed in what she said. I didn't want anyone to hear her because I know this kind of work is a disgrace. For other people, it's a dirty job. So if anyone recognizes me, I'll surely be ridiculed and disgusted by them—especially my classmates. "Oh, that's right. Sorry. I forgot our agreement. I just got so excited when I saw our generous customer tonight. So please forgive me, Angel," she said, mentioning the name that's hidden in my identity. Angel is what my coworkers here at the club call me. They say I'm an angel whenever I gyrate and sway on the stage. I just sighed and immediately grabbed my mask to put it on. Just like I said earlier, I don't want anyone to recognize me. When I'm on stage, my hair color is different, and I wear a mask. The men watching don't care about my face anyway; all that matters to them is my body. "Are you sure he's generous, Madam Baby? What if ₱5,000 is already a lot for him? That's not enough for my dad's medicine," I said again. "You're so negative, Angel... Just trust me. When have I ever failed you? Just do your best in your dance so Mr. Cooper will ask you to his table. Now go, get on the stage, because many people are waiting for you outside," Madam Baby said as she pushed me to go out. "Wait a minute, Madam Baby, who is this Mr. Cooper you're talking about?" I asked to see if he was an old, rich man. But I was surprised when Madam Baby pointed to a man who looked clean and smelled good. The person I thought was old was actually a young man blessed with good looks. My heart started to beat faster as I watched Mr. Cooper. In the year that I've been working at this club, he's the only man I've seen with a perfect face. "Hurry up, Angel, it's your turn to dance," Madam Baby said again. So I didn't hesitate and finally went out of our room to head to the stage where I would dance. The moment I stepped on the stage, I heard the men cheering. They were throwing money as if they wanted to buy me. "Woahh, Angel! You've still got it! It's so good to watch you!" a man shouted, clearly drooling over my body. I started to dance with an enticing rhythm. Even though what I was doing was embarrassing, I chose to be strong. I knew that the time would come when I would be able to leave this job. "Gyrate more, Angel! I'll give you ten thousand!" another customer exclaimed. I looked at the man who shouted and my eyes were dazzled by the hundreds of thousands he was holding. So I really went all out with my gyrations to get all the money in his hand. "Strip, Angel! Strip! We want to see what's inside your bra!" another customer loudly said. They were like thirsty for my body. They were really willing to pay a lot just to see my breasts. But I couldn't do that. Because I would surely ruin my dignity even more. It's okay for me to just dance on stage. When the music stopped, I stopped dancing as well. Madam Baby came up on the stage, which made me wonder. This was probably the first time she went up on stage after my performance. "Madam Baby, what are you going to do?" I asked her in a low voice. "Just relax, Angel. I'm just doing you a favor. You need a lot of money, right? So don't object anymore," she said with a wink. She faced the male customers while taking the microphone. "Good evening, everyone. I know you're all excited to be with Angel in the VIP room. So tonight, I will grant your wish. The higher the bid, the highest chance of winning. You won't lose because Angel is still fresh. She's a virgin," Madam Baby said with a grin to the men. Even I was surprised by what she said. Pimping me out was not part of our agreement. The customers' faces were filled with joy. They couldn't help but ask about Madam Baby's announcement. "If I pay half a million for Angel, can I taste her body?" a man said, who seemed determined to pay a lot just to take my virginity. "Of course. Everything you want to do to Angel, you can do it—if you win the bid," she replied. "Madam Baby, what are you saying? This wasn't part of our deal," I insisted. "Just go with the flow, Angel. We only get big clients once in a while, so we're not going to waste this chance. And when that happens, you'll be able to pay off the one million peso debt your family has to me," she said to remind me of how big our debt to her was. I just swallowed and didn't object anymore to Madam Baby's gimmick. My family is my weakness. So whenever the word 'debt' is mentioned, I feel weak. The men started bidding just to buy me for tonight. "Five hundred thousand," a man said, who was eager to be with me in the VIP room. "Five hundred thousand for Don Joaquin. Higher than five hundred thousand? Is there anyone else?" Madam Baby asked. "Six hundred thousand," another old man said, who was covered in jewelry. Oh, God! I don't know what to feel about myself right now. I can't surrender my virginity to them. They're like my grandfathers. They're even older than my dad. While the bidding for me by the old businessmen continued, my eyes were fixed on Mr. Cooper, the man I was waiting to raise his hand to buy me as well. I would rather be with him all night than end up with someone else. "Please bid for me, Mr. Cooper. Pleasee..." This was what my mind was pleading while I stared into Mr. Cooper's eyes. "One million for Angel," a man said, who was not that old. Maybe he was only in his 40s—just like Mr. Cooper's age. I was so focused on Mr. Cooper that I didn't realize there was another man his age. "Wow! One million for Mr. Harold. Will anyone go higher than one million?" Madam Baby asked, her smile almost reaching her ears. Because of the large amount of money the last man mentioned, there was no longer any hope for Mr. Cooper to get me. So I thought, I would end up with Mr. Harold. But I was surprised when Mr. Cooper stood up and firmly said the words that made my world stop. "Three million... I want her," Mr. Cooper said, really topping the one million so Mr. Harold couldn't catch up. Is this really happening? Mr. Cooper sold me for three million just to be with him? This means Madam Baby was right. Mr. Cooper is generous and rich. "Oh gosh! Three million for Mr. Cooper. I guess, he's the winner tonight," Madam Baby happily said, clearly profiting from Mr. Cooper's bid. My one million peso debt to her has now tripled. "Mr. Cooper, you can have Angel now... You can do anything you want. My girl won't refuse... And don't worry, this girl is clean, she's still a virgin, so no one else has touched her," Madam Baby announced, causing the men who lost the bid to feel envy and regret. "Good to know. So shall we, Ms. Angel?" he said, turning to me as he invited me to the VIP room. Even though Mr. Cooper has a handsome face, I still can't help but feel nervous. This is my first time. I don't have any experience in bed. I don't know how I'm going to please him in bed. "Enjoy, Mr. Cooper," Madam Baby said, and she finally pushed me towards the big client.