Author's Note (Monster): Hi guys! Strange to update Make Me Levitate instead of American Tragedy but it's all I had for the weekly update. Enjoy!

Previously on Make Me Levitate;

George is having a shit day and Danny comes in for some private tutoring. Though it's hard to find a balance between them and maintain the professor-student distance.

Danny walked into the familiar doors of the Hit & Quit with his backpack. Charlie was behind the bar, gave Danny a wave when he entered. Danny swung the backpack off his back and onto the bar. "I brought outfits."

"For your appointments?" Charlie asked.

Danny gave Charlie a dumb look. "No, Charlie, for your entertainment. Of course I brought them for my appointments."

"Hey, if you wanna walk around in fishnets for me, I'm not stopping you", Charlie grinned, giving Danny a onceover. "You don't even need to wear anything at all."

"Shut up", Danny chuckled. "You should do some marketing for the Hit & Quit by getting your own sexy outfit."

"Trust me. You don't wanna see this in a sexy outfit", Charlie shook his head. Danny rolled his eyes. "You look good, Charlie, take it from someone who has seen every bit of you when you tried the goods before hiring."

"Shhh", Charlie responded. "No one needs to know I bang my employees."

"Just once and I wasn't even your employee yet", Danny argued. He zipped open his backpack. "Who should I be tonight? Doctor Danny? Professor Danny? Officer Danny?"

Vanessa entered the building when he said that and passed them both. "Hey Charlie. Go for officer Danny. Handcuffs always work."

She disappeared upstairs.

Danny hesitantly nodded and took out the outfit. "Speaking of professors. Do I have any appointments with George in the next days?"

Charlie furrowed his eyebrows. "What does that have to do with professors?"

"Oh didn't I tell you?" Danny wondered. "He's my professor in music history. I found out when I joined his class."

"He's your teacher?" Charlie asked. "That's… something", his expression shifted into a thoughtful one. He skimmed the page for tonight and then for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow…

"I don't see George on here, Danny."

Danny cocked his head. "I saw him this afternoon in his office but I didn't want to ask about it."

Charlie re-checked. "Oh I see he cancelled tonight and tomorrow. Guess he had stuff to do."

Danny scoffed. "I doubt it. He had an entire afternoon to teach me in private so he doesn't seem like a busy man."

"Maybe he shoved some of his to do's to later for your tutoring?" Charlie wondered. "Ask him when you see him."

Danny hummed in response.

"Oh and Danny, don't let him get a free ride, alright?" Charlie asked.

Danny snorted a laugh. "He didn't even want me to say we've fucked when I was in his office, let alone fuck me in his office."

"That's an image", Charlie muttered to himself. "But I'm serious. Knowing clients in real life can cause trouble and well, we don't need more trouble."

Charlie's eyes rested on Danny's arm and made him feel very self-conscious. "I know. I won't cause trouble."

"I know you won't but the clients might. How are the bruises? Can I see?" Charlie asked. He closed the book with a bookmark on today's page and walked around the bar to come closer to Danny. Danny pulled his hoodie off, revealing the purple marks around his wrist, going up his arm. Charlie lifted his shirt, revealing more bruises near the ribs. He gently prodded the spots and noticed Danny winced a few times. He pulled the shirt down again. "You're not taking any appointments tonight. I'll tell them to reschedule."

"What? No! I can take it", Danny complained. Charlie shook his head. "No, you can't. You know some of them like to be rough with you so I suggest you go by Vanessa's room for some makeup on those bruises and then you get your ass on the stripper line-up if you're so adamant about working tonight."

Danny let his head fall back with a complaining grunt. "Come on, it's just some bruising. I can fuck the pain away."

"I'm sure you can, but I need you to heal so up you go! Officer Danny's gonna have to wait until next time. Or you know what? Be stripper officer Danny."

Danny chuckled. He put the outfit back into his backpack. Charlie cast a glance at the backpack. "Did you bring a syllabus?"

"I did", Danny looked caught. "The private lesson ran late so I rushed to my dorm, got the outfits and forgot to take out the book."

"Could've been professor Danny for real then. Teach them", Charlie chuckled. Danny zipped up his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. "I'm going to see Vanessa now."

Charlie gave a nod and returned to the bar. Danny went upstairs, passing room numbers until he reached Vanessa's. He knocked and waited. Though when no answer came, he carefully opened the door.

"Already?! That's early", she said, walking up to the door, clearly expecting someone else. Danny gave an apologetic look. "Hey."

"Oh hey, Danny, what's going on?"

"I'm on stripper duty because of last night's incident", Danny sighed. She winced when she remembered. "Yeah, I saw what happened with Charlie. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine", Danny shrugged. "But stripper duty means I need to cover up the bruises and he thought you might have the makeup skills for it."

She checked the clock. "Oh yeah, I have the time and the skills for it. Show me the bruise."

"More like bruises", Danny admitted. He took off his backpack, put his hoodie on top of it and pulled his shirt over his head. She took it in. "The arm's gonna be pretty easy to hide. Those are relatively light bruises but the ribs? We'll have to see. Trial and error. I don't even know if I have the right foundation for your skin colour."

"I'm just a white dude", Danny shrugged. She gave him a dumb look. "Yeah, well, duh. But there's various colours of foundation for that skin colour too, you know. You're not as pale as some people are but not as tan as others either."

"True", Danny admitted. "Arm first or ribs first?"

"Arm", she said. She lifted a box off the ground in the corner and brought it closer. She sat down on the bed and motioned for Danny to come closer. Danny stood in front of her as she picked out items to apply. She rubbed his arm with a primer. "Sooo I couldn't help but overhear that you said George is your teacher."

"Thought you went upstairs?" Danny teased. She grinned. "Guilty. I'm an eavesdropper when I hear drama."

"It's not drama", Danny rolled his eyes. Vanessa dabbed her sponge onto Danny's arm, hiding away the colour beneath a layer of foundation. She smiled to herself. "The colour matches just fine. But how's it going having him as your professor after you know… you've been having sex for money."

"Weird", Danny admitted. "I don't know whether I want to tease him, knowing he's attracted to me, or if I want to be careful, knowing he can fail me anytime."

"Strange balance to find", she agreed. "Is Jorel a professor too then?"

"Yeah", Danny said. "Philosophy."

"Ew", Vanessa responded in a reflex.

"You're going out with him, aren't you?" Danny asked. "Do you fancy him?"

Vanessa shrugged. "It depends. If he's really just looking for a hooker for free, I'll dump him quickly but if he gives me what I've been looking for in a man, then I'm sure we could be something. He's sweet."

"That's cute", Danny hummed. His arm was covered up and she shifted to his ribs. "Wouldn't you prefer to be in a relationship over this job?"

"Would you quit the job after the date?" Danny asked. Vanessa shook her head. "I would only quit if I had a boyfriend. Not just a date."

"Oh."

"But you didn't answer", she scolded him. She started dipping foundation onto the rib area. "Good thing the lights will be dim and they won't see my shit blending. I don't have nearly enough foundation to cover your entire torso."

"And it would be cake-y", Danny added. "But I would prefer a relationship, yes. I just… I've gathered enough extra money to live off soon but I like this job, you know? I earn money while getting fucked while I otherwise would be partying in college and getting fucked."

"That's a good point. A hooker is a paid slut after all", she smirked and Danny set his jaw. "Vicious."

"I really wonder what kind of a guy or girl you'll end up with", she hummed. Danny rolled his eyes. "Me too, girl, me too."

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