"Frosh" (closed)

Craig led his friend through the Campus Library to and up a back set of stairs. At the top, they weaved through the Stacks, with Craig pausing at every intersection and corner to look each direction, searching. Suddenly, he stopped short, his friend bouncing off his back side. After they'd backed up, Craig pulled his friend around him into the lead position.

"Take a peek," he whispered as he gestured around the corner, stressing, "But be cool."

Around the corner of the shelf, a few yards beyond a rolling cart, a beautiful Media Resource Assistant was returning books to the shelf. Craig let his friend take a gander, then pulled him back and informed him in a stressed whisper, "That's her! Her name is Helen."

Craig pulled his friend away, gesturing him to be silent until they were at the far end of the floor. There, he explained, "Go down to the University Book Store, find a paperback copy of War and Peace, then find a woman in Text Book Exchange named Gloria. Tell her you are a Frosh. Use that word, Frosh, not Freshman. Tell her your copy has a printing error..."

He snatched up a random paperback from a shelf, opened it, and folded one of the pages inward toward the binding. Closing the book, he continued, "Before you get to the desk, fold a page inward. This indicates how much of an ... educational experience you are looking to get from your purchase. One hundred, two hundred, three … each higher page gets you a higher educational experience. By the way, the paperback copy of War and Peace has 1,225 pages, so … just imagine."

A closing door at the far end of the floor distracted Craig a moment before he continued in a hushed volume, "Just stick with page 100 the first time. Trust me, it's worth it. Give the book to Gloria. She'll use her computer to access your Student Records, and she'll charge your account … make it look like you charged a book purchase. Hell, with text books costing what they do today, no one would even think twice about a charge of four or five hundred bucks."

Chase paced through the lower stacks at the Campus Library, trying to relieve his anxiety over what might be about to happen. He still couldn't believe he'd let Craig talk him into this. A prostitute? Yeah, he might be desperate, but that was way over the line. And yet here he was.

Chase didn't think he was a bad looking guy. If anything, he was probably on the better end of the scale. Yet, somehow, he'd never had any luck with the girls in high school. At best, he'd dated a girl his senior year for most of a semester. They'd kissed and, eventually, she'd tolerated him feeling up her tits from outside her shirt and bra. Once, after a pool party, she'd allowed him to slip and hand up under her bikini top. It had been like a marvel to finally touch what his friends had regularly enjoyed for years already, and then a week later she broke up with him. He'd really started to wonder what was wrong with him.

Craig had the notion that Chase just needed a lucky break. His theory was that girls could sense desperation, could read the scarlet V on his forehead and didn't want to deal with a guy who didn't know what he was doing. Chase didn't entirely buy that explanation, but he didn't have a better one.

He had assumed getting to college would change everything. New friends, new girls, everyone seeking new experiences while enjoying their freedoms. It seemed that was the case for most everyone save him. He was watching classmates hook up like it was the most natural thing in the world. Any girl he talked to, however, seemed to think he was only being nice and not interested. Frustration, a month into the school year, was setting in hard and heavy.

Craig had then suggested Helen. Chase had balked at the idea of using a professional to get over the hump, ease his tensions. Craig dragged him to the library, though, and pointed her out. Helen had been impossibly beautiful - leggy, curvy, maybe a little geeky, and way too far out of his league. No way he could do it with someone like that. Craig smiled, tried to reassure him, and then filled him in on the details of how to arrange it. His friend seemed to know how that one look would gnaw at Chase for the rest of the day.

Against all his better judgment, Chase found himself at the Textbook Exchange by early afternoon. Gloria was there and he handed her the book, page 100 folded per Craig's suggestion. Gloria scarcely looked at him and never spoke a single word. She did a few things on her computer, then handed back the book, ID, and a receipt. That was it.

It had taken the next two hours to gain the courage to make it back to the library. Now he was on the verge of chickening out, hiding in a remote corner where no other students would see him and read his body language, knowing he was here to pick up sex for hire.

Fuck it. Somewhere deep down, his frustration and desperation won out. He needed this. His curiosity had to be satisfied and he'd be kicking himself for weeks if he didn't at least try to follow through on this. Craig wouldn't set him up, would he?

Chase went back up to the stairs to the area where they'd seen Helen earlier. It was a particularly quiet part of the library and this late in the afternoon most students were thinking dinner rather than studying. He stalked the aisles until he finally found her again. Helen was busy putting books back on the shelf. No one else was around.

Chase's hands shook and he feared the receipt in his pocket would be smeared from his sweaty palms. Last chance - in or out. Out, definitely out. He just couldn't muster the courage to go up to a girl like her.

Just as he was about to turn away, however, she turned and smiled at him. "Can I help you?"

Such a sweet, disarming voice to go with the smile that lit the dim stacks. He froze for a moment and then nodded affirmatively. He produced the receipt from his pocket and approached her, offering it out. She smiled and took it, looking it over.

Earlier:

Helen perked up at the sound of her cell vibrating on the rolling cart at the end of the aisle. She didn't carry it on her while working in the Stacks. Hell, where would she have put it the way she dressed ... inside her thong? Actually, on vibrate ... hmm, something to consider...

She'd been questioned -- even warned -- by her new female boss about her very provocative work attire. But Helen had only pointed out that she worked the closed Stacks area, where the public as a whole was not allowed. If she'd been working the main floor of the library, Helen had argued, she might have been a distraction for those here to study. Back here, if she wanted to dress like a whore -- as she knew her boss was implying -- then that was Helen's right, because it wasn't bothering anyone.

Of course, if her boss had known that Helen was in fact a whore, well … that would have affected a change that went far beyond finding a new wardrobe.

She retrieved her phone and read the short, cryptic message: Chase, page 100; assignment due ASAP. She tapped an icon to find a picture of an attractive man. One of the advantages of having Gloria arrange her dates -- as well as launder her earnings -- through the University's Student Database was that she always knew what her Johns looked like.

One of the most difficult things about providing sexual pleasure for money was having to sometimes do men who were -- to be polite -- less than attractive. Helen had initially feared she wouldn't be able to service such men. She'd been surprised to find out that she was perfectly capable of satisfying just about any John, though, so long as they were relatively polite to her ... and hygienic. Helen drew a line as fucking and in particular sucking a man who was physically dirty.

Of course, the image sent by Gloria had a second purpose: to let Helen know who to expect. Even more significant than her fear of having to service an unappealing John was Helen's fear that that John might be carrying a badge. Despite there being nothing wrong with what she did -- in her opinion, at least -- her method of paying her way through Grad School was, of course, illegal in 49 of 50 States, and even in the one where it wasn't against the law, it was restricted to just a few communities in just a few counties.

Helen didn't advertise her services via the internet as many non-street walking escorts did. Her new Johns came to her solely via word of mouth, and even then, current customers had to come to her before hand to seek permission to refer one of their friends. Helen had been expecting a friend of Craig in the days to come. It was nice to finally have a name and face ... and page number.

This Chase passed her looks test. And certainly, it wouldn't be long before Helen got to see him face to face. The addition of the words assignment due ASAP meant that the John hadn't asked for a date at a future time ... which meant he was probably on his way to the library right now...


Two hours later:

Helen went to her phone again, checking the time. Where the hell was this guy? Her shift had actually ended 30 minutes ago. She'd gone downstairs to punch out, then returned to the Stacks to dink around until Chase arrived.

Finally, Helen heard a door at the end of the floor open and close. She smiled and continued casually stocking books, waiting.

And waiting...

And ... waiting!

Helen finally caught the sound of shoes on the carpeting near her cart and turned to find Chase staring her way. She smiled politely his way; her smile widened a bit as she realized that he looked about ready to pass out and fall to the floor. She turned a bit, to offer a different selection of delicious curves to Chase. Helen's 5'9" figure -- the result of strict diet, an intense daily exercise regimen, and great genes -- measured out at an eye catching 36DD-22-34. Her tight ass and long legs became even more stunning and eye catching when accessorized by a pair of heels like her current pair which increased her height by another 4 inches.

She asked with a sultry tone, "Can I help you?"

Chase didn't immediately react, and Helen wondered whether she was going to have to walk him through this entire transaction. Then, he stepped forward and produced the receipt from the Text Exchange. Helen took it and glanced over the print out for the appropriate information. It indicated, as expected, that Chase had made a $100 purchase from Cooper Publishing, the faux-pamphlet and text company through which Gloria had laundered the earnings of the prostitutes she'd managed for nearly a decade.

"I've been expecting you, Chase," Helen said with a polite tone, letting him know up front that she knew his name. She slipped past him, playing a hand softly over his arm while giving him a suggestive look and smile. "I'm Helen. Come with me."

Retrieving her purse and pushing the cart into a bit of an alcove, Helen made her way to the far wall. There, she used a key pad to unlock the door of a private studying cubicle and -- after slipping the sign from Available for Reservation to Reserved/Occupied -- stepped inside and gestured Chase to follow.

"We'll be comfortable here," she said, gesturing about the space. It was typical of such private study rooms: a table with 6 chairs around it sat in the middle of the space; a couch sat along each of two walls; and two deep, comfortably cushioned chairs flanked a small table on the third wall. The fourth included the door at which Helen stood, as well as a large window that looked out upon the Stacks. She turned the rod on the blinds, blocking the outside world's view of the room's interior.

"The room's sound proof," she said suggestively, adding, "We'll have our privacy."

Chase's deer-in-the-headlights look had remained, and a thought occurred to Helen. With an apologetic tone, she asked in barely over a whisper, "I'm sorry, Chase ... I ... I presumed you wanted to have our study session right away. Would you be more comfortable meeting another time ... at another place?"

Expecting me? The words sank in slowly as Helen perused his receipt. The lady at the Textbook Exchange must have sent word of the transaction. She then gently brushed his arm as she passed him and asked him to follow. That simple touch was both reassuring and electric. He could do this, right?

Following her was hypnotic - her tight, barely covered ass swaying side to side with each runway model step in those heels. Again, doubt set in - she was so far out of his league. Yet, somehow, she hadn't made him feel anything but comfortable with her reaction.

Chase had assumed she would take him back to her place, but instead she took him to a locked study room in the back corner of the library. He was taken aback at the notion until seeing the set-up including a couch and comfy-looking chairs. When she turned back to face him, he again froze up.

Softly, she said, "I'm sorry, Chase ... I ... I presumed you wanted to have our study session right away. Would you be more comfortable meeting another time ... at another place?"

Chase felt the heat in his face. He was afraid he'd be too nervous to perform, yet he didn't want to keep finding excuses. He'd come this far...

"No, no. Now is fine. I'm sorry. I'm just, uh, really kinda nervous. You know?"

He looked around the room, unsure exactly what all his hundred dollars had bought him.

"Uh, so... I guess I don't really know the protocols for, uh, something like this..."

Chase knew he sounded like a complete idiot, but surely she had to know what he was going through and all.

"Uh, so... I guess I don't really know the protocols for, uh, something like this..."

"The first protocol..." Helen said with a flirtatious smile as she casually closed and locked the door behind her, "is for you to relax."

She moved slowly toward Chase until she was just inches from him, looking him up and down with a hungry expression. As she continued, she reached out to toy with buttons of his shirt, saying sweetly, "Relax, Chase. I don't bite."

Helen almost added playfully unless you want me to bite, but she thought better of it. Instead, she moved closer to Chase, until her bountiful bosom just touched against his fit chest. She kissed him softly, then once again before moving back a bit.

"We're just going to have a little fun together, Chase ... see if we can loosen you up a bit ... get you to relax," Helen said barely above a whisper as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She looked deeply into his eyes, smiled, and asked, "Is that okay with you?"

Relax. Chase tried, he really did. But when her hands landed on his shirt...well, it was difficult.

"Relax, Chase. I don't bite."

Only inches away, Chase could smell the faint hint of her shampoo or lotion, could feel the heat of her body. She was being gentle and disarming, and slowly it began to work on him.

Then she leaned in close enough to give him a brief kiss while her full breasts pressed into his chest. Both set his heart racing. Her lips were so soft, so sweet, he'd have happily spent their time together just kissing.

All too soon, though, she pulled back. "We're just going to have a little fun together, Chase ... see if we can loosen you up a bit ... get you to relax," Helen said barely above a whisper as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She looked deeply into his eyes, smiled, and asked, "Is that okay with you?"

He loved that she was using his name while making eye contact. It made this feel somehow personal, special. She seemed to care about his pleasure and that this wasn't just some quick hurry up and get it over with sort of thing just for the money.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Perfect."

He forced the tension from his body with deep breaths and let her continue working on his shirt, his gaze mostly staying on her eyes but unable to resist to occasional dip down to her cleavage. A stirring in his pants was the first sign of arousal overcoming nerves.

Helen didn't hurry as she began unbuttoning Chase's shirt. There was no hurry as they weren't on the clock, per se. She couldn't know just how much Craig had told his friend about what he was buying. It hadn't been time; Chase's $100 hadn't paid for a measured hour or 30 minutes or 90 but had paid for a specific sexual act ... fellatio.

If Helen had wanted, she could have stripped Chase's pants and underwear down, sucked him to orgasm, and sent him on his way. But then, that might be the end of this particular chain of word-of-mouth Johns. No, she was going to take the time necessary for Chase to feel comfortable, to relax as she'd suggested, to find excitement and stimulation ... and, ultimately, to experience an orgasm that would leave him satisfied with the expenditure on his Book and Fees Account.

In response to her question about having some fun, Chase said, "Yeah, that sounds great. Perfect."

Helen's smile widened a bit and she cocked her head playfully to the side. She said simply, "Good."

With the last button of his shirt loosened, she opened his shirt and pressed her hands softly to his pectorals. Chase was fit and well defined; no body builder but also no pizza-and-beer-guzzler-to-excess either. She caressed his flesh a moment, then moved in closer and kissed him softly again with just a bit more erotic meaning in her lips.

"You're a nice looking man, Chase," she whispered before a second kiss. Her hands caressed higher, into the upper sleeves of his shirt, urging it off his shoulders. She gave him a more sensuous kiss as the shirt fell away to the carpet. As her mouth left his again as she backed a couple of inches away, she whispered, "May I see your phone, please."

Chase thrilled at the touch of Helen's fingers reaching into his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. He hadn't really considered his getting undressed, especially in a public place like this. She had locked the door, though, and he couldn't imagine she would use this room for her other line of work if there was any risk of being walked in on.

And those kisses. He finally had the wherewithal to kiss back, matching her intensity. Helen was a much better kisser than his former girlfriend. It wasn't a specific difference in technique, but rather the way she conveyed a real enjoyment of the act.

"You're a nice looking man, Chase," she whispered.

Chase blushed at the compliment, sure she said it to everyone she serviced. Still, like everything else, she made it sound like she really meant it. Maybe she did. He was fit and clean, not model material but certainly far from having any off-putting features.

"Thanks," he managed to say between kisses. He wanted to compliment her, but what could he say that wouldn't sound gushing? She knew how good she looked and would no doubt find out soon enough just what sort of effect those looks had on him.

With his shirt down on the floor, she leaned back and whispered, "May I see your phone, please."

"My phone?" Chase blinked. For what, he wanted to ask, but didn't want to come across as a nervous ninny. His mind went to a number of different bad things she could do with it, but those seemed unlikely. Then there were a coupld good ones that were very attractive.

"Yeah, sure." He reached into his back pocket, withdrew his phone, and handed it to Helen.

"My phone?" Chase blinked. "Yeah, sure."

He reached into his back pocket, withdrew his phone, and handed it to Helen.

She turned it over in her hand, examining it, then popped the back and removed the battery. Setting both parts of the now certainly-deactivated phone onto the table near her, Helen reached her long, slender fingers up to the buttons of her own blouse and began unfastening them.

"Maybe I should catch up with you," she practically purred as the amount of exposed cleavage increased. Soon, with her last button loose, Helen was pulling her blouse open to reveal her beautiful bosom. She let the young man take in the view for a moment, then let the blouse fall to the floor at her feet. She glanced down to Chase's groin and saw the obvious effect on him. She asked simply, "Like?"

She appreciated his response. Looking again to the still clothed portion of his body, Helen's lips widened devilishly as she asked, "Maybe we should do something about those slacks, hmm?"

Chase was a little surprised when Helen popped the battery from his phone. Well, she takes her privacy seriously, he thought with a newfound respect. The last thing he wanted from this arrangement was to get caught. Between this and using Gloria's bookkeeping the manage the money, it seemed like they had a pretty smart operation going.

Helen proceeded to unbutton her blouse. As each button came free, his cock seemed to swell just a little bit more. When the last was done and she opened it wide to expose a lacy bra across the flawless skin and curves, he was in uncomfortable need of adjustment.

"Like?"

Chase, staring unabashedly, nodded. "You're...gorgeous. Just...wow."

She smiled, then suggested they should do something about his slacks. If she couldn't tell he was hard already, she certainly would when those came off.

"That does seem, uh, appropriate," he said, smiling. For whatever reason, he was starting to relax a little. This was really happening and she seemed into him and his body wasn't betraying him. Instead of being completely awkward in his answer, he managed a sort of humorous awkward.

Getting undressed with a gorgeous woman like Helen was one thing. Having her undress him was something else altogether.

"You're...gorgeous," Chase said when asked if he liked what he saw. "Just...wow."

Helen smiled wider at the compliment, thanking Chase simply. She was used to people appreciating her physical appearance, of course, be they paying customers or not. She wasn't just a pretty face and curvy body, though; Helen had graduated high school at the top of her class and finished her BS in Chemistry at this very University with a 4 point GPA and in just 3 years.

Scholarships, financial aid, and part time jobs had gotten Helen through her Bachelors and Masters degrees. But when she reached for her PhD, the first two money sources ran out and the third simply wasn't going to cut it. The stress of working 30-50 hours a week for pay and the equivalent on her thesis was going to kill her.

Then, a girl friend introduced her to Gloria. And a week later, Helen earned her first hundred bucks doing exactly what she was about to do with Chase. Helen hadn't thought she could do it at the time, right up to the moment that she wrapped her lips around the head of her first John's cock. But she justified what she was doing with the knowledge that if she was out there in the world dating, she'd probably be on her knees sucking her lover's cock … without earning money she could put toward her bills.

To Helen's suggestion that he lose his slacks, Chase responded, "That does seem, uh, appropriate."

He didn't make any effort to begin undressing, though, so Helen closed the distance between them and began the unbuckling for him. She looked into his eyes as she loosened his clothes, maintaining a devilish smirk as she did so.

"What's your field of study, Chase," she asked in a soft voice as she began working the button of his pants. She listened, pulled his zipper down slowly, then continued the small talk with, "Minor?"

As he answered, his slacks fell away to the floor, gathering about his ankles. Helen looked down to find him wearing tight fitting jockey underwear. His cock was noticeably solid as a rock, reaching upwards high enough that it very nearly poked its fat head out through the waist band.

"You have a nice size, Chase," she said reached one hand down before his groin to softly caress the bulge there. She moved her fingers to his waist to pull the undergarment downward. It hung up on Chase's erection, then suddenly popped free, letting his cock fall out before him. Helen gave it a look, then looked back into his eyes. "Nice. Why don't you take a seat, Chase."

As he sat in the chair behind him, Helen reached to her own waist and pulled her skirt off her hips. She wiggled a bit to get the tiny, tight fitting garment to slip away, exposing a tiny black thong that was sheer and left no doubt as to whether she shaved her pubes.

Helen tossed a throw pillow from the nearby couch onto the floor at Chase's feet, moved forward to place her hands on his thighs, and pushed his knees open as she knelt down between them. Reaching out without hesitation to begin gently stroking his cock and bobbling his balls, she asked him with that same sly smirk, "Have you ever had really good oral sex, Chase?"

Even before he answered, Helen was leaning in to begin softly and slowly licking and kissing at his very beautiful cock...

Chase was growing infatuated with Helen. Her casually sexy demeanor, disarming charm, and sly smiles. When she began undoing his pants, he was more excited than nervous.

"Uh, computer science," he said in response to her question. He hasn't expected casual chit chat while doing this, but in a way it made it both more personal and more relaxed. "Haven't settled on a minor, but maybe linguistics. Maybe work on voice interfaces or something like that."

His pants came down and she gently ran her fingers over the obvious bulge in his Jockeys. She complimented his size and he mumbled a thanks...too busy marveling at finally being touched down there by a girl.

Then she removed his last garment, freeing his cock which bobbed playfully in Helen's direction. He was naked with a girl. A smoking hot girl who was about to...that...to him.

"Nice. Why don't you take a seat, Chase."

Chase stepped out of his pile of clothes and sat on the chair behind him, cock more pointing straight up. Helen, practically posing in front of him, began wiggling out of her tiny skirt. He was hypnotized by the way her breasts swayed from side to side. She was perfect, exactly the sort of girl whose pictures he'd regularly jerk off to. Tall, full chested, athletically lean, long legs, and glasses. He had a thing for glasses, probably a bit of a geek fetish. And, with Helen, it went deeper - he could see the true intelligence behind the lenses. So beyond his league, the sort of girl who could have any man she wanted. And yet here she was, with him, for money. He couldn't quite fathom the how and why of that, but soon those thoughts left his mind.

Helen's thong, like her skirt, was black. Unlike her skirt, it was sheer, revealing just a hint of a smoothly shaven mound and the slit vanishing between her legs. His cock throbbed and he suddenly wished he'd sprung for a higher level of service. Maybe next time.

He wondered if she would finish undressing, but instead she tossed a pillow on the floor in front of him and knelt down. Helen immediately took his cock in hand and started caressing both it and his balls. "Have you ever had really good oral sex, Chase?"

Even as he tried to answer, she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Heaven! He'd imagined this seemingly forever - being seen, touched, and sucked by a girl. It was similar to how he'd imagined it, and yet so much more. The soft, warm lips and tongue.

"Uh, let's just say this'll be the best and worst I've ever had," he said, between sighs of contentment.

She continued to tease him with her fingers, but never took more than just the bulbous head into her mouth. He'd imagined going deep, but this was astonishingly stimulating as it was. So much so, in fact, that in very short order he felt an imminent and powerful orgasm coming.

No! He'd wanted this to last. Now she'd see him as the true inexperienced guy he was. No matter how he tried to resist it, the climax would win out. His legs tightened and he groaned...

Helen hadn't been certain of Chase's previous sexual encounters. Craig had told her his friend was still a virgin, but often the facilitators lied -- minimizing or expanding on their friend's exploits for whatever reason -- and other times they simply didn't know the truth themselves.

Many of her Johns' sex lives had been unspectacular. After all, more often than not they were paying her for experiences they couldn't find out in the world without the transfer of money. Plus, she almost exclusively serviced Freshman, most of whom were still teenagers. The Frosh were less likely to secretly be members of a policing authority, although Gloria had told her that the local Vice Squads did at times send young rookie officers onto the campus to look for just such illegal behavior.

Hearing Chase confess that this would be both his best and worst experience with fellatio made Helen smile again. She responded softly, "Why don't we see about making this better than worse."

She began working with a bit more intensity, running her soft lips and skilled tongue up and down Chase's shaft and all about the swollen bulb at the end of it, which -- under extreme pressure from within -- was smooth and shiny as if a polished plum. She continued to gently fondle his sack, which would tighten and loosen and tighten again with the pleasure she was causing him.

That pleasure turned out to be a bit more than Chase could handle, apparently. Helen hadn't meant to drive him to orgasm so quickly, yet suddenly the young man's body tensed up and he climaxed. She'd known it was coming, of course; gripping his shaft tightly in one hand as the other more rapidly fondled his balls, Helen watched as Chase's cock leaped! A voluminous wad shot into the air above his torso, coming down to leave a trail of cum that stretched from the left side of his chest nearly to his belly button.

No sooner had that glob landed then Chase's cock lurched again. The second volley was nearly as impressive as the first; the third as the second; and so on for what Helen thought was probably the most impressive ejaculation she'd ever caused. The entire time her customer was firing, she stroked him fast and tight, wanting to extend the joy as long and deeply as possible. Her eyes moved from his cock to the mess to the reaction on his face to the intense pleasure exploding within him.

It was simply magnificent to see.

By the time Chase's cock was only twitching within her grasp, firing blanks, there was more jism mussing his chest and belly than the professional sex servant had ever seen in once place before. She was smiling widely as he finally looked into her eyes.

"Did you like that?" she asked simply. She listened to his answer, then lifted her buttocks from her heels where she'd settle back to watch the aftermath of Chase's orgasm. She chuckled a bit at the mess all about his shaft. She said with an erotic, suggestive tone, "Let's clean you up."

And with that, Helen began licking up her client's discharge … swallowing it … and occasionally looking up to see his reaction.

Chase, on some deep level, wondered whether she would take him in her mouth or not. He knew he was an abnormally heavy cummer, based on what he'd seen in porn and otherwise read about. If she was going to try to swallow, he thought it might be worth giving her some forewarning.

When the moment came, though, she took him out of her mouth and held him tightly with one hand, stroking eagerly, while cupping his balls with the others. Just watching her handle him was enough to nudge him completely over the top. Shot after shot came out under her attention, splattering all across his torso and crotch until the final dribbles rolled down her hand. Her eyes were just a little bit wide at the display and she smiled when it was finished.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

It was probably the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. If she could do that with just the beginning of a hand/blow job, what would it be like when she had time to really work him over? What would her pussy feel like?

"Oh yeah," he said, slumping back in the chair as the surge of energy dissipated. "Incredible. Just...sorry, wish it wasn't so quick. Guess you really know how to get a guy worked up."

She said with an erotic, suggestive tone, "Let's clean you up."

Chase blushed a bit at the mess he'd made. Clean up was usually a multiple tissue affair for him. Still, the way she'd made "clean up" sound sexy...

Helen leaned forward and her tongue darted out to gather up a thick glob of cum. With incredible showmanship, she swallowed it - eye contact and a grin all the way. Chase was stunned she would want to do this with a strange guy's...stuff. Swallowing when it was shot in the throat was one thing, but...

She went back to work, licking up each glob and splatter diligently. After collecting a few of the bigger globs, she licked the tip of his cock clean and then set about cleaning every last little bit from the bottom on up. When she got to his pecs, where the first shot had crested, Helen spent some time licking and sucking his nipple. Chase shuddered at the touch, never having realized how sensitive that would be for a guy. If it felt that good for him, it was no wonder women liked to have theirs sucked.

Chase couldn't help but smile, and each time she looked up at him he was sure he was grinning like an idiot. Screw it. She should know how happy he was, and she knew this was his first time. Everyone should be so lucky.

Looking down at her, seeing her cleavage from above as her breasts brushed against his knees, brought a surge back to his cock. It had softened in the immediate aftermath, but now it was nearly hard again. He'd seldom been able to jerk off twice in such quick succession.

"Just...sorry, wish it wasn't so quick. Guess you really know how to get a guy worked up."

As she went to work licking up each and every drop of Chase's incredible volume of cum, Helen contemplated on what he'd said about being too quick. That wasn't uncommon with her Johns, of course; Helen preferred younger, inexperienced customers, so premature ejaculations were par for the course. Her last Frosh actually had creamed his underwear even as Helen had still been unbuckling his pants!

When she was finished, Chase was once again nearly fully hardened. She'd been touching him in such a way as to cause just such a response, of course, and now it was time to finish this up. She looked up into Chase's eyes and said seductively, "That first one was kind of fast, wasn't it? Whaddaya say … we try to make this one last?"

Rising from her haunches to her knees again, Helen took the head of Chase's cock in between her lips and sucked strongly on it for a moment. As one hand rolled his balls between dancing fingers, she took another couple of inches into her mouth and lifted from him, keeping only the swollen bulb between wet, warm lips. She repeated, taking in more of him before retreating. Then, carefully lowering her head and taking him deep, Helen swallowed Chase's entire length of eight inches or so.

She remained still for a long moment, getting used to the feel of him in her throat. It had taken Helen nearly three years from the first time she'd taken a man's cock into her mouth to lean to deep throat one. It was a valued skill that -- because of internet porn -- men mistakenly thought any woman could do if she just tried hard enough.

Carefully and slowly, Helen pulled back up until, again, only Chase's purple bulb remained in her mouth. She took a moment to regain herself … and peek into Chase's eyes. She pulled back clear of him and asked playfully, "Should I do that again?"

Now, Helen really went to work. She repeatedly took Chase's full length into her mouth and throat, sometimes pausing on his sensitive head while her hand stroked him steadily and tightly before once again taking him deep. Finally, she found a rhythm that was driving her customer nuts and she stuck with it.

This time around, Chase warned her that he was cumming. Helen pulled back to keep only the purple inside and stroked him hard and fast. The first shot was powerful, as had the first of his previous orgasm. Helen was surprised that this climax was nearly as long and stunning at the first, flooding her tongue with his jism.

She watched Chase's reaction closely as she stroked him empty, not wanting to tickle him as sometimes happened with men not used to such treatment or men who hadn't had any for a long time. Helen loved the look of a man lost to the euphoria of orgasm. Sometimes she thought it was even more enjoyable than her own face during her own orgasm.

Chase's eyes had gone closed at one point during the ecstasy, but now as he opened them again and looked to her, Helen -- still sucking on his head -- smiled playfully. She turned her head and opened her mouth to lick the super-sensitive underside of his shaft, and as she did, Chase's second serving of discharge leaked out from her lips to begin a slow trek down his length. She giggled a bit, swallowed what remained in her mouth, then quickly licked up the escaping cum and swallowed it as well. It was intended to look accidental, but, of course, she'd done it to intensify Chase's reaction to the erotic nature of what she'd done to him.

Once he was licked thoroughly clean again, Helen sat back a moment, then stood tall. She asked with a soft whisper, "Maybe we should do this again some time soon...?"

This was Helen's way of letting Chase know they were done.

Helen's question about whether they should do it again was purely rhetorical, since his physical response and body language said it all. Their second round lasted considerably longer and her showmanship was incredible. Much as he was impressed with her ability to deep throat his entire length, it was the subtle stimulation nearer his tip that really got him going. That and her eye contact - the look of genuine pleasure at servicing him.

He gave her a quick heads up when the next climax was imminent and Helen took it all in her mouth, save a small dribble. He smiled as she swallowed and then set about claiming the stray drips.

Once he was licked thoroughly clean again, Helen sat back a moment, then stood tall. She asked with a soft whisper, "Maybe we should do this again some time soon...?"

Chase smiled, sated and spent. He appreciated the view of her body as she stood, her sexuality perhaps heightened by what her lingerie obscured than revealed. Would he see more when they did this again?

Yes, he knew beyond a doubt it would happen again.

"I'd like that, yeah," he said.

Chase figured he should get up and get dressed, yet he found himself in no particular hurry. Where before he'd been nervous about being seen naked, after this he was okay with Helen seeing him. She'd accepted him as he was, even if it was for money. Still, he couldn't believe that her pleasure was purely for show. No one could act that well, could they?

"I, uh, heard you have other levels of...service?"

"I, uh, heard you have other levels of...service?"

Helen glanced to Chase at his inquiry about other sexual acts available for pay but -- other than giving him a polite smile -- she didn't respond. She turned to face him almost directly as she finished buttoning her blouse, glancing at his cock, which was still swollen with blood but lessened enough to lay back upon his belly, still glistening a bit with her saliva.

She didn't like talking openly about her prices with John's she'd just met. The odds that Chase was associated to the Vice section of any law enforcement agency were astronomical; however, there was always the possibility that he was trying to record her for his own extortion purposes. Still unlikely, but not out of the realm of possibility as it had happened to some of Gloria's girls before.

Helen found a pen and piece of paper on a shelf filled with donated supplies, wrote a web address and handed it to Chase. "Wait until tomorrow before you look. You'll find the answers to your questions."

Helen leaned over the chair to give Chase a departing kiss. It was erotic but not nearly the most erotic thing she did before leaving. With one hand supporting herself on the back of the chair, Helen grasped the base of Chase's cock tightly with her thumb and fore finger and pulled upwards. She milked one final drop of his cum to the tip, leaned over, and licked it up. As she released him and stood she made a point of letting Chase see her swallow the drop before telling him softly, "See you soon."

She moved to the door, peeked out of the blinds to see that the coast was clear, and -- with a final smile and wink -- departed.



In an alcove of the library a couple of minutes later, Helen sent a simple text to Gloria: Chase2018, standard rates. The woman in the book store would arrange for Helen's newest customer to get into the site, where he would find not a simple list of sex acts accompanied by prices but instead an erotic but classy video. In it, a woman -- it was Helen but you wouldn't know just from this video -- performed a variety of sexual acts with a man. During the brief portion of the act, a price faded gently into the corner of the screen then faded away once again.

Oral, as Chase had already learned, was accompanied by the price tag of $100. A portion of video that faded between different positions of intercourse featured a price tag of $200. The video faded to black for a moment, and when it returned a couple -- a man and presumably Helen again -- were sitting down to dinner, watching the sunset, and then embracing in bed. Over that portion of video, the words The Girlfriend Experience appeared, then disappeared; following that line appeared and then faded away: Night Out (6 hours), $800, then Overnight stay (12 hours), $1,200, and finally Weekend (48 hours), $3800.

Every thing about the video was erotic yet tasteful, more like something one might see from Playboy than from PornHub. There was an option to replay the video. That option was only offered once, and after the end of the second playing the only option offered was to review a list of the prices that was accompanied by a beautiful picture of Helen's naked body, with her face strategically turned to hide her identity.

A note across the bottom of the screen stated cryptically, Read a good book.

Helen didn't answer his question as she finished dressing, which made him slightly uncomfortable. Had he said something wrong? Violated some protocol. When she finished, however, she wrote something on a slip of paper and handed it to him. A web address that was meaningless by itself.

"Wait until tomorrow before you look. You'll find the answers to your questions."

Chased nodded. His answer.

She leaned over to give him a parting kiss, followed by milking one last drop of cum from his cock. Helen licked it up and smiled. "See you soon."

"Thanks." He was pretty sure they both knew this wouldn't be a one time thing.

Even fully dressed, Helen was a sight to behold, and Chase watched her cross the room and peer outside. Presumably, the coast was clear as she slipped out and closed the door behind her. At this point, Chase became acutely self-conscious about his nakedness in the school library, and hurriedly dressed himself. He never saw her on his way out, but it didn't matter. He'd see her again soon.

And, yes, he did feel like a new man. Money very well spent.

#

The next day, Craig caught up with Chase between classes. His friend didn't even have to ask. Apparently, the change was written across his face.

"You can say it," Craig said. "I was right."

Chase felt his face flush a bit, but he nodded. No sense denying it. "Yes, you were right."

"Good man. You are a man now, right? Or is that next time?"

Chase rolled his eyes and didn't answer. Craig could probably figure that one out as well.

"Catch you later," Chase said, splitting off toward the computer lab to get some homework done.
Craig just smiled and waved.

Chase had been reliving the previous afternoon in his mind and was more than ready to try the next level of service. He might not be able to afford much more than that, but he knew it would so be worth it. Before hitting the lab, he detoured into an empty classroom and pulled out his phone. Opening a browser, he entered the link Helen had left him.

To his surprise, it was a video. A very erotic video of a couple engaged in various sex acts. Numbers faded in and out with each. It didn't take Chase long to figure out they were prices. And, despite the creative angles, he could tell the woman in the scenes was Helen. Lucky guy, Chase thought with not a hint of jealousy. Lucky cameraman or woman, too.

Before he even replayed the sequence, he was having to adjust himself in his pants. If he wasn't at risk of someone walking in at any moment, he'd have probably given himself a tug. At the end of the replay was the phrase, "Read a good book." Chase smiled, knowing it meant he was to return to Gloria to set up another transaction.

But when? Soon? He didn't want to seem desperate, but who was he kidding? He wanted more and she was a businesswoman.

Finding it difficult to think of anything else, Chase found himself back at the Textbook Exchange later that afternoon. Gloria nodded at him in recognition. "Are you the student looking for a copy of War and Peace?"

Chase considered for a moment and said yes.

"Are you in need of a book with more pages than War and Peace?"

He remembered the page numbers reflected the level of service. Much as he'd have loved to indulge in a weekend, something costing the thousands, he simply couldn't afford it. He shook his head no. Page 200, intercourse, was the best he could swing at this time.

In short order, Chase completed the cloak and dagger transaction and got a copy of the book with a slip of paper asking for his number and requesting "when?" When indeed? He scribbled down his number, along with "Friday afternoon, flexible."

Now it was just going to be a long couple days of waiting. The anticipation would kill him...and, no doubt, be oh-so-worth-it.

Helen entered the restaurant bar wearing a new dress for which Chase had provided a substantial portion of the cost. She found the college Frosh sitting at the far end of the bar and headed his way. He caught sight of her, and Helen could see how nervous he was. Was it because he was sitting in a bar at age, what, 18 or 19...?... something that could get him jailed or even kicked out of school? Or was it because he was sitting in that bar waiting for a hooker to come collect him and take him upstairs to fuck, fuck, fuck?

Helen could have taken the empty bar stool this side of Chase, but she passed by him to take the stool after. She wanted him to get a look at the backside of her dress before as she set her shawl and purse down before asking, "Mind if I join you?"

She gave Chase a wide, playful smile as she sat. She pulled the lower hem of her dress up a bit to enable her to cross one long leg over the other. The bartender delivered two of Helen's usual, a Rum and Coke, placing one in front of the underage Chase. He then slid a napkin across the polished oak to her, saying softly before he departed, "Room 224."

"Thank you, Roger," she said with a friendly tone, pulling the napkin closer. She slipped her fingers between the cloth layers, and when they emerged they held a hotel room key card. She looked to Chase and informed him, "Roger is a friend … and he knew you were coming … in case you're wondering why you weren't carded."

She sipped at her drink, looked to Chase's tumbler, and said, "Go ahead. It'll take the edge off. You look nervous."

She sipped at the drink again, leaned forward a bit, then slid a hand onto Chase's thigh. "I was very happy to learn we were getting together this evening. Obviously, I got us a room upstairs. But, we're in no hurry."

She chuckled lightly, sipped at her drink yet again, then said in a soft voice, "We're not on the clock or anything. So, let's just chat a while, okay?"

Helen listened to Chase's response, then asked boldly, "So, did you enjoy what I did to you the other day? No regrets?"

Chase hadn't been thrilled when the response he got was to meet Helen at a hotel bar not far from campus. At eighteen years of age, he knew he couldn't pass for legal age and hadn't bothered trying to get a fake ID. Still, his desire to finally have sex prodded him inside.

The place wasn't busy at all with just a few couples and a half dozen individuals, most probably in town on work. The bartender glanced his way and subtly nodded toward an empty stool near the end of the bar. Chase took it and ordered a soda, totally expecting to get carded anyway. The guy filled the order with only the briefest of polite small talk.

Helen entered a few minutes later wearing a stunning black dress that again featured her figure and legs prominently. He wasn't the only one in the bar who noted her entrance, but he was the only one next to whom she sat. As she circled around him, he got a good look at the bare backside of the dress. All that wonderful, smooth skin, just begging for his hands to touch.

"Mind if I join you?" She smiled and sat beside him when he nodded affirmatively and muttered something that might have been "please."

She ordered a pair of rum and Cokes, getting both her order and a room key from the barkeep. Helen explained that the guy was a friend and thus the lack of getting carded. Chase presumed this was something of a standing arrangement for meeting her clients. Convenient. That thought, though, reminded him that this was all business for her. He tried to shove it from his mind.

Chase sipped at his drink at her urging - yes, he did need the edge taken off. Her hand on his thigh was having the opposite effect, so it was a wash between the two.

"I was very happy to learn we were getting together this evening. Obviously, I got us a room upstairs. But, we're in no hurry." She took another sip of her drink. "We're not on the clock or anything. So, let's just chat a while, okay?"

Much as Chase was eager to get on with things, he appreciated her casual approach. It would be better if he was relaxed. And, besides, she seemed genuinely interested in him and his enjoyment of the evening. How often would he have the chance to just hang out and chat with a woman like this?

"Thanks," he said. "I'd like that."

"So, did you enjoy what I did to you the other day? No regrets?"

Chase blushed a bit, then glanced to make sure the bartender was busy at the other end before answering.

"Yeah, it was really...amazing. Thanks." He took another sip of his drink. "Regrets? No, not really. I mean, I'm a student and money is tight and all, but I don't regret that. I thought I'd feel a little, uh, weird paying for...it. But, I don't know. I guess with you it doesn't feel like you're being...how do I put it? Used? Exploited? You seem to really enjoy it, which made me enjoy it and feel much better about the whole thing.

"If that makes any sense."

Helen looked steadily into Chase's eyes as he explained about being a student and having a limited budget.

"There's another way to look at this," she politely interrupted before he got to his comment on whether or not she felt exploited. "If you liked a girl -- a young woman -- from school or from out in town or where ever … and you were interested in getting close to her … sex, I mean, of course."

She hesitated just a moment to see his reaction before continuing, "If you … courted her … bought her coffee … took her to lunch … dinner maybe … a second date, maybe a third before the two of you slept together … how much would you have invested in that relationship before you got as far as you and I will get tonight?"

Helen gave him a moment to consider her way of looking at the situation, then added with a polite smile and a slight caress of his thigh, "You have the money for such a relationship … but, do you have the time? You have more important concerns right now, Chase … your education … your studies. Friendship is important … romance, too. But do you really have the time for a girlfriend?"

The bartender passed by to help some patrons at the other end of the counter. Chase made his comment about Helen potentially being exploited, wondering whether she enjoyed her job and asking, "If that makes any sense."

"Well, Chase … I am in sort of the same position as you are, in a way," she responded. She sipped at her drink again, then explained, "I could be slinging burgers for minimum wage or serving drinks for minimum and tips … or stripping over at The Olympic and getting dollars stuffed into my thong. But … this makes me more far more money in far less time..."

Helen leaned in very close to Chase, the hand on his thigh sliding upwards until her longest fingers came into contact with his crotch. She whispered in such a way that he could surely feel her warm breath upon his ear, "And I greatly enjoy what I do, Chase … as you will see tonight."

She pulled back both her face and hand, sipped at her drink again, and asked quietly, "Shall we go upstairs?"

Before Chase could answer, Helen looked to the bartender and asked, "Roger, may I have it, please?"

Roger opened a fridge, removed a bottle of champagne, and stuffed it down inside a paper sack. Handing it over, he caught Chase's eye, winked, and told him, "Enjoy your evening, sir."

As the bartender turned away, Helen offered out her hand, asking, "Shall we?"

Chase was still nervous, but not so much so that he was unaware of the jealous and apprising looks they (okay, Helen) got cutting through the bar arm in arm. He'd been the one casting looks like that on many an occasion before.

Helen kissed him on the brief elevator ride to their floor, just enough to ensure he was good and hard for the walk down the hall to their room. The hotel was neither upscale nor budget chain - comfortable and clean. Their room had a small living area with couch, chairs, table and television, and a separate bedroom with a king. The heightened privacy did his nerves a world of good.

Helen disengaged to put the bottle in a bucket already filled with ice. Chase took the opportunity to take in the view from the window - they weren't high, but it still offered a nice view of the downtown area. What a strange and wonderful change his life had taken over the last couple days.

Helen slipped an arm around him and leaned in for a kiss. In her subtle, professional way, she made sure he was comfortable while building up a bit of sexual tension. Chase finally felt comfortable holding her back, running his hands up and down her nearly bare back. She, in turn, pressed her pelvis into his.

She suggested that she was feeling a bit overdressed. Chase couldn't help but grin, since she clearly wasn't wearing much. He took the hint, though, and reached up to ease the straps off her shoulders. The look in her eyes told him this was very much okay.

Inch by inch, the fabric slid down her arms and then off her chest. Chase's heart skipped a beat when her hard nipples finally came into view, followed in short order by the entirety of her bare breasts. They were full, firm, and magnificent.

Helen read his mind (no challenge there) and placed his hands upon her breasts. Soft, firm, full, smooth, and, for the next little while, available for his attention and affection. He explored their heft and shape, ran his fingers over and around her nipples. He'd have paid just for this experience, yet he knew it was still just an appetizer.

Chase realized Helen's dress was hung up on her hips. He wasn't sure if there was some zipper or something to help get it off or if it was supposed to actually come off over her head. Smooth, Chase. Real smooth.

Helen hummed to the feel of Chase's hands upon her bosom. It wasn't feigned pleasure; her breasts and particularly her nipples had always been very sensitive. As she leaned in to kiss his erotically, Helen urged his hands to cup and gently squeeze and pinch at the pert nubs.

She turned Chase and backed him toward the couch, playfully pushing him back to land on his bum. Laughing, then donning a more serious expression, Helen reached to the small of her back and pulled down the zipper enough to allow her to peel the dress from her hips. It fell away to gather at her ankles, and after she'd stepped out of it, she stood before Chase in only her modest heels and a pair of lacy boy shorts.

"Again I ask … like?" she inquired playfully with a wide smile. She struck a pose and turned slowly until her backside was on display. Helen shifted her weight -- and her firm buttock cheeks -- from left to right, then continued her turn until she was facing Chase again. She laughed again, then blushed fiery red. "I'm sorry! I'm not high on myself or anything!"

She laughed again as she moved up to lean over Chase and kiss him again. She said with a sincere, soft tone, "I … I just want to … I want you to be happy you're with me."

As she kissed Chase, Helen crawled into his lap. She lifted his hands to her breasts again, urging him to fondle her large, all natural mounds. Then, leaning forward, she placed a nipple at his lips, whispering, "Kiss me."

"Again I ask … like?" she inquired playfully with a wide smile. She struck a pose and turned slowly until her backside was on display.

Chase grinned as she posed for him. Her breasts were gorgeous, and her ass filled those lacy boy shorts invitingly.

"Love it," he said.

She laughed again, then blushed fiery red. "I'm sorry! I'm not high on myself or anything!"

She laughed again as she moved up to lean over Chase and kiss him again. She said with a sincere, soft tone, "I … I just want to … I want you to be happy you're with me."

Her embarrassment and sincerity were something else. He could almost imagine being with someone like her. She did have an uncanny knack for making him feel relaxed.

As he kissed her back, she crawled into his lap. His hands wandered back up to her breasts as their kissing heated up. Helen broke it off after a little bit and teased his lips with a hard nipple, inviting him to kiss it. He'd longed for this opportunity for so long and wasted no time in taking advantage. First kissing, then licking, Chase soon had his entire mouth wrapped around the nub, flicking his tongue across it.

Helen moaned encouragingly at his touch and began grinding her ass into his crotch. He'd been hard for a while already, but that pressure only served to engorge him further. He rocked gently in time with her movements.

Chase was about to experiment with sliding a hand up between her legs when she shifted around and slid to the floor between his legs. She reached up for his belt buckle and, with a devious smile, began unbuckling. Chase watched while unbuttoning his shirt. Helen got his belt and zipper down, teased his cock with a kiss through his jockeys, and then turned her attention to removing his shoes and socks. Chase tossed his shirt aside.

Helen ran her hands back up his khakis, over his erection, and then peeled both pants and underwear off. Chase lifted his butt enough to help. This time, he was eager to be naked before her - not nervous.

Helen took her time with Chase; as she'd told him downstairs in the bar, he wasn't on the clock, so they were in no hurry. But soon enough, he was naked before her as he had been in the library. Tossing his pants and jockey's aside, Helen slipped up in between his parted thighs and began pleasuring him; hands, fingers, lips, and tongue all worked together on and about Chase's manhood to cause him to soon be moaning in growing pleasure.

She licked and sucked at his cock long enough to make it about as stiff as humanly possible. But Helen left it at that; Chase had paid to get fucked, not sucked, which of course was an extra charge. Helen enjoyed sex, but still, she was on the job and wasn't about to do extra work for free.

She pulled back and stood up before Chase, reaching to the waist band of her boy shorts.

"May I?" Chase asked quickly, eagerly.

Helen smiled, and as she moved up closer to him, she said, "Please do."

She moved her hands from her hips to her John's head, urging his mouth to her belly as she let him go about his task of stripping away her undergarments. Helen was still standing tall before Chase in her three inch heels, which were all she still had on when the panties were tossed aside.

"Kiss me," she whispered, much as she had when she'd presented her nipples to him. She was shaved as smooth and bare as a baby's butt as she moved closer still, urging him to put his mouth to her womanhood. She gave Chase a while to work on her with his lips and tongue before asking softly, "Would you like to taste me?"