Yea, I know. It finally came! So first off I want to thank all my readers and reviewers and alert people. Because of you I have decided to let this story out a little bit earlier. But remember, I do have a life now and I have three stories so there's no telling when I'll be able to write, but I try my hardest.

What Strippers Do

Zach POV.

I walked into the Blackthorne Institute for Boys wondering what had happened here in the year I had left.

Yes it was officially senior year for me and my classmates.

But things are different now. Because Blackthorne is no longer an assassin school, now it was a spy school.

And that meant it was officially okay for me to come back.

With Cammie.

Yes, over the past year Cammie and I both found answers that we needed so much. She stayed behind and talked to the security guards.

I walked in with the same backpack over my shoulder.

And Jesus must hate me because right there was a bunch of Blackthorne boys crowded around two guys shouting.

"I'm sorry I don't know all of y'all problems!"

"Did you just say that in a country accent? Are you making fun of Liz?"

"And what if I did? What are you gonna do? Hit me with your calculator?"

"Don't tempt me."

Another voice interjected and I could sense movement inside the sea of boys.

"Both of you! Calm your tits!"

"What the hell Nick? Guys don't have boobs!"

"Guys have boobs, they're just smaller. Now everyone clear out, you got nothing to see here!"

The boys quickly dispersed and I came face to face with my worst nightmare.

LOL JK. It was just my friends.

"Zach?" Chase asked speaking for the first time, "Is that your face? I missed your face!" He yelled and threw me down to the floor.

"Chase you know the rules, no rape before lunch." Grant said walking up extending a hand to me, one I accepted.

Cammie walked in after I had explained everything to them and we exchanged a few sort of sexual hugs.

I pulled my arm around Cammie and watched Chase's confused expression.

"Dude, what the fuck? What about Cammie?" he looked at me like I was crazy.

"Fuck Cammie! What about me?" Nick asked crossing his arms. I gave him a look that said I'll castrate you.

"Guys," I said pulling Cammie closer, "This is Cammie."

"No, no. That can't be Cammie; because if she was he'd be on his knees," Sean said with a smirk.

"Is that your way of saying he gives her blow jobs?" Grant asked confused.

My eyes widened at the thought of bowing down to a woman. I glared at all of them. (The blow job thing is totally true so…)

Cammie, who had until this time, was blushing, leaned up and said, "Play nice."

Like I was some kind of animal.

Okay I can see where she's coming from, but still.

Now, one would think that after being gone for a year your friends would miss you so much, they'd never stop hugging (or kissing in Nick's case) you.

That doesn't apply to boys.

No, all my friends hugged Cammie and thanked her for making me a little less of a jackass and for making me leave so they would have a nice year.

Cammie, being the adorable thing she is, just smiled and accepted their hugs.

Home sweet home.

"So Cammie, is Zach goode in bed?"

SO I WANT EVERYONE TO READ THIS RIGHT HERE:

If there is anything in this story that offends you in any way, it is not on purpose and my most thoughtful apologies. I do not mean to offend anyone on their race, ethnicity, age, hair color, skin color, the way they talk or dress, or anything of that matter. It is purely fro comedy and was not written to intentionally hurt anyone.

With that being said

I want everyone to have a goode night and rest up cause more crazy shit is gonna happen. I really have little ideas of where this is gonna go so please tell me what you want to see.

With Beauty and Herpes,

Danie