05

He runs his hand along my thigh. « Do you think I could taste you ? »

My pussy begins to warm at his suggestion. « Yes. I’d love that. »

He takes my glass from me and sets both of them on the side table. We move deeper into the bed. He tilts me to lie on my back. When he gives me that shy look that fucks me up and I can barely contain myself. I pull him by the lapels of his jacket and kiss him again.

As his lips caress mine, he lifts up the skirt of my dress. His fingers loop through the sides of my panties and begin to pull. I lift my hips and he strips me of them. He leans back up to remove them over my feet. When they clear my heels, I spread my legs wide.

His eyes dance over my nudity, bringing a smile to his lips. His soft hands slide up and down my thighs for a moment before he leans down.

I gasp quietly when I feel his mouth against me. He places two soft, slow kisses against me, easing me into his presence. As his tongue explores further, I realize I’m getting paid for someone to go down on me.

This is the best job ever.

I’m only two weeks in and school is already annoying as hell. I just finished standing in line for nearly an hour at the bursar’s office just to sort out my payment schedule for this semester. I wanted to do quarterly, but they hadn’t taken out the first payment, 24 hours away from a late fee I couldn’t afford. All I wanted to do was give them money, and they acted as if I was trying to give them gonorrhea. Fucking bureaucracy bullshit. I am giving you all my fucking money, why can’t you do me the courtesy of taking it out on time ?

After dealing with that bullshit, I ended up making it to Anatomy the auditorium sits at least 200 people. You’d think that halfway through my sophomore year my classes would be smaller, but not in pre-med. They start them big, and they flunk students out until there’s nearly no one left. Two-thirds of this class would be gone by midterms, but I would still be here.

When the class is over, I decide to take the time to meet face to face with the professor’s aide. Though I know plenty about the human body and how it works, I didn’t necessarily know it on the level they’d like me to. Knowing to massage the balls and corkscrew the shaft only gets me so far.

I trot up the stairs towards the faculty offices. They squish all the assistants in a single office at the end of the hall. I find the correct room, and see him sitting alone at one of three desks crammed inside. My tongue slides over my lips as I gaze upon him.

He looks so fucking delicious with his cinnamon-colored skin, his perfectly black hair that frames his handsome face in loose waves, his lashes so dark he looks like he’s wearing eyeliner. He’s slim and tall, with long fingers I find myself staring at when my eyes aren’t tracing his sharp jaw or plump, sculpted lips. God, I just want to lick him !

I knock lightly on the open door. « Deven ? »

He looks up at me with his amber eyes and smiles. « Yes ! Come in, » he waves me inside. « It’s Magdalena, is it not ? » he asks in his mild accent ; a melodic mix of Indian and British influences.

« Oh, please call me Maggie. » I hold out my hand and he grips it with his. My breathing stutters when I feel those long fingers against me.

He lets go of my hand and gestures to a chair in front of the desk. I sit and remind myself to blink. « It’s nice to officially make your acquaintance, Maggie. How can I help you ? » He laces his fingers together and leans his elbows onto the desk. He smiles as if he’s excited to have someone ask him something.

« I just wanted to introduce myself since I’ll probably be here often. I’m already feeling overwhelmed in lecture, and I’m afraid I’ll get lost in your lab as well. »

His eyes widen and his smile drops. « Is it my accent ? »

I laugh at his presumption of judgment. He doesn’t know me yet. « No, of course not. It’s just … my stupidity, I think. »

His smile returns. « You are nothing close to stupid. I have confidence you will do well, but feel free to come by anytime during my office hours. »

I feel my heart start to beat quicker after his invitation. He runs his fingers through his hair and my breath catches. He’s, like … so attractive. « Well, thank you. I’m sure you’ll get sick of seeing me. » But I’ll never get sick of seeing you, baby, the horny slut in my brain says. That bitch needs to chill. Or get laid. Either way.

He smiles with only one side of his mouth. « I doubt that will be possible. »

Oh, fuck. I squeeze my legs together to ease the aching between them, but it only makes it worse. I am so looking forward to my threesome tonight.

♡♡♡

The hotel restaurant is quiet as I wait for my partner. This job has been wonderful. I’ve worked probably twelve hours over the last two weeks, and after tonight, I’ll be ahead of my bills. That’s something I haven’t been able to say in … forever ? Yeah, forever.

Even though I’ve been supplementing by working at the club when I have free time between classes, the money I’ve made from escorting is amazing. Especially when you consider what I’ve been doing.

It hasn’t been a lot of actual sex, which is kind of a bummer, honestly. The things people are willing to pay for are rather broad, and sex isn’t always what they want. One man last week paid me to sit with all my clothes on and watch him masturbate. Another talked to me for two hours about all the times he had been with men – which was actually quite interesting when you consider he paid me to do it when he had a wife at home he could have told for free. Needless to say, there was never a boring day on the job.

« Moxie, » a voice calls behind me. I turn to find Jezebel approaching. Talk about the most appropriate name ever.

Her short, red dress looks similar to mine, though hers is even tighter. It matches the crimson of her lipstick and flatters her tan skin. Her mascara is dark and perfect, her eyeshadow subtle but flattering. Her heavy, cat-like eyes look at me with the unamused gaze of a professional. I can’t tell if I want to be with her or just be her.

« Hi, » I finally manage to say.

« Hey, let’s go to the bar, I want to get a drink before we go up. »

« O-okay, » I agree while suppressing the urge to tell her I’m not 21.

We walk over together and set ourselves on two of the tall stools. The handsome bartender comes over and asks for our order. « Gin and tonic, please. What did you want ? » she asks me.

Be cool, Mags. « Uh … A vodka, please ? » Fuck.

« A vodka tonic ? » she clarifies as she raises an eyebrow in question.

« Yes, » I agree. The bartender smiles and walks away to make our drinks. I’m an idiot.

When I glance over, Jezebel is appraising me with her chestnut-colored eyes. « You’re just a baby, aren’t you ? »

Dammit. Oh well. « I’m old enough to fuck. That’s all that matters. »

She grins. « Bitch, ain’t that the truth ? »

I look over and catch the eyes of a well-dressed man standing at the end of the bar. He gives me a little smirk and leans up. I watch as he takes the drinks from the bartender and walks them over to us. « Here you are, ladies, » he says with that little smile.

I grab mine and take a sip, regretting it as soon as I do. Sneering, I glance back up and find the man still staring at me. What the fuck, dude ?

« You’re Maggie, right ? » he asks me.

My eyes widen when he knows my name. « Yeah. »

« Remy said you’d be here tonight. » He smirks again but seems to catch himself. « Sorry, that probably sounded weird. Hi, » he holds out a hand. « I’m Jude, Remy’s business partner. This is my hotel. »

Shit. « Oh, hi ! Nice to meet you. » I reach forward and shake his hand.