Who Going to Pay for University? (Closed)

She felt like a freight train had just run over her and left her to bleed out on the tracks. Her lungs deflated in a quick rush of air after he had left the room. Her green eyes were impossibly wide as she sat otherwise frozen in her chair. She wasn’t surprised - she knew there had to be some catch.

Anna wasn’t innocent by any stretch of the imagination, having had several lovers in the past but none so bold as to proposition her to basically sell her body to him. She wasn’t sure if she would be okay with being nothing better than a “whore” for all intents and purposes. She had already been struggling to consider the initial proposal, let alone this preposterous one! How would she ever explain herself to her parents or her friends? Suddenly quitting her jobs and moving into a much older man’s apartment while he paid her for sex?

She was struggling to make a decision but her time was slowly ticking away. Standing, she paced the length of the office back and forth, reaching for the doorknob several times before stepping back and resuming her pensive quest around the room. Why did he even need to pay her for sex? She understood the part where he felt obligated to help her, but she was sure he could find some much prettier, more financially stable individual to spend his time with than a plain little country girl like her.

The free time would be nice, she allowed. Not having to work three jobs would give her time to do the things she liked and find new hobbies. She would have plenty of time to study. THere never would be concern of where the next meal would come from or if she would be cold at night. She would have a man to satisfy her desires as needed.

However, she was so proud of her accomplishments to this point. For so long she had struggled but always managed to keep her head afloat. Working kept her busy: she was never bored. Again, she rotated back to the thought that she would be selling her body for sex. It was definitely a huge hang up and she had no idea what to think of it.

Realistically, Anna knew that he was right about many things but most importantly: she couldn’t afford any more expenses. If anything happened to throw a wrench into her plans there would be no surviving. She would have to drop out of school and most likely declare bankruptcy. With a giant sigh and measured steps, she returned to her chair, decision made.

Brandon watched her from the camera system in his bedroom. He could see her really arguing with herself about the decision; in fact, he was happy to see her struggling with herself. He already knew she was a strong woman, even if she didn't see it herself. Whatever she decided, she would be all-in with the decision. After one more walk to the door, hand on the doorknob, Anna turned and walked back and sat in the chair . . . maybe not completely comfortable with her decision, but knowing she had made a decision she could live with.

Walking back to his office, he left the door open as he entered. "I know this was a difficult decision, one you did mot make lightly. Here is how I would like to proceed. Tomorrow you will give your notice to your employer's; come to an agreement with each about how soon you can leave. On Saturday, I will arrange to have your furniture placed in storage at one of my warehouses; you won't need any furniture here. Anything that you do wish to bring, along with all your clothing and personal items will be brought here and placed in the guest room for you to arrange as you wish. You may also use the spare bedroom across the hall as your study room. I will have a desk brought in there for your use."

Watching your face as I go thru the details, the shock in your face slowly beginning to fade as you realize this is going to happen. "One last detail; if you will give me a check from your bank account, I will arrange for $1,000 to be deposited to your account on the first of each month. Since you are no longer responsible for rent or utilities, I assume that will be sufficient to meet your monthly needs. If not, we can discuss it in three months."

Annaleigh just barely registered his voice but managed to nod as he listed the conditions. Taking a deep breath, she stood to face him as he leaned against the doorframe. “And the sex? How often do you expect it? Am I expected to offer myself to you whenever you demand so? Am I able to refuse certain things?” She fired off the questions. “Will you expect exclusivity? Should I begin back on my birth control or will you be using condoms? I need to know exactly what I’m getting into before I agree. And last time we met you said I would pay you back with money as I earned it but now that you want something else from me has the previous statement been rescinded?”

She attempted to appear more confident than she truly was, but his impenetrable gaze sucked all the composure from her until she felt a little unsteady on her feet as she clutched at the chair back for support. She awaited his answers with baited breath.

"I see how it's going to be. Now that you basically have agreed to give yourself to me as a "Sugar Baby", you are going to start dictating the terms of our relationship. I'm not quite sure that's the way it works. Maybe you need to talk to your friends who have a similar arrangement and let them educate you on how this works."

Brandon's voice was different that Anna had heard up to this point . . . stern to a point!

"Let me explain a few things to you. One - you are responsible for your own birth control. I don't like fucking with a condom and I don't plan to start now. Two - I don't have a schedule for sex; we'll just have to see how that works out, and yes, you will have something to say about what we engage in. Who knows, you might even enjoy having your limits challenged. As far as our agreement, there is nothing signed calling for you to repay what I am giving you for your monthly expenses; anything beyond that will require a repayment."

Stepping inside the office, "This is your last chance to leave and cancel everything we have talked about up to this point. On the other hand, if you are still willing to take my offer of a place to live and a monthly allowance, strip for me right now!"

He always managed to leave her in shock! She wasn’t truly sure this would work out the way she hoped it would, ut she didn’t see that she had any other options at this point. Wide-eyed and hesitant, she slowly stepped out of her shoes and began to unbutton the dress shirt she had worn today. Her panties and bra were nothing to write home about, preferring today to put on a comfortable pair rather than anything even partially attractive. She hadn’t exactly figured it would work out this way when she first got up.

Once her blouse was unbuttoned, the soft fabric slid down the slope of her shoulders came to rest in the crook of her elbow as she revealed herself to him. Her shirt followed, stepping nimbly out of it, but her fingers paused in the clasp sitting on top of her spine.

Smiling inwardly, Brandon had predicted all along that Anna would give in to him and his desires. Sooner or later she would learn more about him; why he had divorced his wife; that he got along well with his kids; that we was basically married to his company . . . who knows what else Anna may want to know about him . . . Brandon considered himself an open book, just ask, and he will most likely answer.

As Anna began the process of totally revealing herself to him, he looked at it as more of the final act of submitting to him . . . of course, he was becoming aroused at the bare skin being revealed, but even more from what he was learning about the revealer.

Shuttering her eyes until she was only just barely peeking out at him from under her eyelashes, she pulled apart the hook holding her bra together and let it fall. Her breasts were perky from years of being concealed in push-up bras despite being 36DD. Her nipples were tiny pink pebbled nubs of flesh. She wrapped an arm self-consciously around her belly where there was some extra weight clinging to her abdomen. Her rib cage was narrow but her body widened at the belly and into her hips and swell of her ass. The pink lace panties she had on were clinging desperately to the skin there as she hooked her thumbs into them and pushed them to the floor.

Her thighs weren’t small either, but thick with muscle until they met the prominent jut of her kneecaps and tapered down into her strong calves and tiny feet, nails painted a darker purple. Although she was worried about his assessment of her, she stood there with both arms at her side obediently as he perused her from head to toe.

Brandon was pleasantly surprised . . . and aroused . . . by Anna as she undressed for him. Most of the young ladies who had thrown themselves at him were size 4 - 6 with big tits and a small brain. Here was someone, obviously with a brain, and a body that he could 'grab' onto and enjoy . . . full breasts, and yes, a little extra around the tummy, flowing down into full hips and thighs; he couldn't wait to bury his face between her thighs. He could only hope that Anna would loosen up and enjoy their time!

"You may get dressed and I will give you a quick tour of the apartment. Just leave your phone number on that note pad on my desk so that I can get in touch with you before Saturday about the move. Feel free to grab something to eat when we get to the kitchen. I will make arrangements for you to get back to your apartment this evening."

Brandon was trying to loosen up himself and not be so business-like in his approach to Anna; that will probably take a little time. Nothing like a good time in the bedroom, though, to break down some barriers.

Redressing was a much quicker process. He didn’t seem appalled at what he had seen, appearing almost like he was pleased with her body. With everything back in place, she jotted her number down quickly and followed after him, watching the muscle bunch and shift in his back as he walked. For a man his age he really was fit, she thought once more.

Have the sense that as you follow me thru the apartment, you are checking me out as I walk . . . nothing wrong with that . . . before too long, you can check it out even closer. Showing you the living room, den (where I spend most of my time), my bedroom suite and then your area - bedroom (with shower and bathroom) and study room. "You should have plenty of closet space with the two rooms. If there is anything else you need in either room, please let me know."

Before heading to the kitchen, as we are standing in your new room, "I realize that I have seen you naked . . . so whenever you are ready to discover what I am hiding beneath these clothes, all you have to do is ask. We can wait until Saturday or Sunday after you move in. Trust me, Anna, I am not expecting sex as soon as you are here. We'll figure it out as we go along."

Although she could see he must be hiding a wonderful body under those clothes, Anna just didn’t know if she felt ready to give herself completely to Brandon. She observed each room as he led her throughout the house, taking a mental note on how luxuriously soft his bed looked to be. Annaleigh was certain she would find out in the very near future.

“Please, I’d like to wait until I’m a little more settled, if that’s okay? I wish I could stay longer but I have to finish an assignment. I’ll give my notices just as you asked tomorrow after classes and work on getting everything arranged for the weekend,” she murmured

"Sounds reasonable to me, " Brandon replies and escorts Anna back to the entrance to his apartment.

"While we do not have a written statement of our agreement, I do believe that we understand how our relationship will proceed from this point. To solidify my commitment, I will call my bank and have $500.00 transferred to your account tomorrow. That should help with your expenses for the remainder of the month until the $1,000 payments begin. Just keep me posted on your discussions with your current employers; if they seem particularly difficult, I am sure I can be helpful in encouraging them to see things your way."

As tempting as it is to give Anna a squeeze of her butt, Brandon refrains, opens the door and watches Anna walk to the elevator.

She exhales loudly in the relative safety of the elevator. All things considered, she would say that went well. She made her way back to her apartment and stood in silence in the dark, enjoying one of the last few nights in the space she’d lived in for several years now. It was a hole in the wall, but it was hers.

Flipping on the light, she looked around wondering where she would begin for packing. Finding a couple boxes in the closet, she packed up all the little things she could and leaving her furniture alone. Once the boxes were filled with her personal belongings, she set them aside and wandered down the hallway to get ready for bed.

The next few days were busy as she dropped into each workplace and left her notice.p and dropped off a cheque at Brandon’s place of work. Charlie was very disappointed considering he’d put all the work into training her and received little labour from her but he was a good guy and he understood when she explained she just couldn’t manage the third job. Tomorrow was officially move-day and she felt the nerves crepeping back up as she sat on the couch in the apartment she’d stripped of all her personal belongings and Knick knacks.

Brandon kept up his end of the deal - money transferred to Anna's account, arrangements made for her furniture storage, transporting her personal items to his apartment, new desk and chair in her study - everything should be ready for her to arrive on Saturday.

Saturday morning he was up and down to the gym in the building for a light workout; Anna was due to be picked up and delivered at 11:00 and he wanted to be there when she arrived.

Sitting in his office, he got the call from security that he had a visitor in the lobby; "Send her up; she knows which apartment I am in."

He opened the door to his apartment to greet her when she stepped off the elevator.

She greeted him with a small smile as she stood in his foyer. She hoped that she was dressed well enough, wearing jeans and a soft flowy green silk top she owned. It was probably her best outfit and she would hate to disappoint. She clutched her hands across her sternum and moved forward to greet him with a brief kiss on the cheek. She had to stand on her top toes to reach, but she didn’t mind. “Thank you for everything Brandon. It’s still hard to swallow but I know this was the in,y choice I could have made,” she said softly as she dropped back down onto a flat foot.

"I cannot try to understand how difficult this decision was for you to make; but I am happy that you did. Everything has been taken to your room. Your computer and all your books were set in the study room across the hall. If there is anything you need, in either room, just ask. I'll give you some time to settle in. I will be in my office or the den."

After the brief kiss on the cheek, Brandon wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hoping that it was a sign of comfort, or strength for her to lean on . . . time will tell.

She returned the brief hug, pleading her head on his shoulder and running her hands from his waist up history back to clutch around the hard bones of his shoulder blades for a few seconds before she let go. ”Thank you. I’m going to try and settle in,” she responded, turning to wander down the hallway to her room.

She spent about an hour unpacking and rearranging her things to her satisfaction before she let herself collapse spread eagled into the plush comforter on the bed. Sighing, she stared at the ceiling. She hoped that this would all work out fine but so far it just inspired a queasy feeling to bubble in her belly. Nerves about being in a new environment, concern about selling her body, she had no idea why she felt so off but it didn’t take long for her eyes to flutter shut and soft snores to escape in the comfort of her new room.

Walking down the hall to his own suite, Brandon hesitated as he passed her room; he could hear her smooth, steady breathing - a sure sign that she was asleep. He took that as a good sign, that she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep without closing the door.

Brandon turned and went down to the den and turned on the TV, flipping channels until he found a game to watch. He was not going to press Anna into anything this weekend; she needed some time to acquaint herself to new surroundings and get ready for classes on Monday morning.

Waking in a stupor, she tried to remember where she was. This wasn’t her apartment. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from eyes, everything came back to her. Ah, so it wasn’t a dream. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, Anna realized it was still early in the morning but try as she might she couldn’t get back to sleep. She laid there for a good 45 minutes before it became obvious that it was useless.

Getting up and freshening herself in the washroom, Anna padded into her own study room quiet as a mouse to prevent waking Brandon. She could see his door was closed even in the darkness of the hallway. Carefully pulling the door shut behind her, she sat down at the desk and ran her fingers over the smooth veneer of the desk as she waiting for the computer to turn on. Scrolling the internet for anything other than class material was a luxury and she almost didn’t know what to do with herself. About an hour later, her eyelids began to drop. Guiding herself back to bed, Anna slid under the covers and slept for a few more hours.


The next morning, Brandon was sitting at the dining table when she wandered out in her pyjamas sporting quite the head of bedhead. She squeaked as she saw him and darted back into the bathroom to adjust before making her way out for breakfast. Reaching for the OJ, she was content to sit and sip at it while he read the paper.

"Good morning, Anna. If you would like to prepare something for breakfast, please do. I'm just a coffee person in the morning myself."

He looked up from the paper as she walked in with her glass. Having seen her totally naked in his office, he can imagine her full breasts swaying loosely under her PJ top, as well as the rest of her body as she moves to sit across from him. He can also feel a 'slight' twitch in his crotch, an anticipation of the next time he will see Anna naked . . . in his bed.

She fumbled around in the kitchen to get something put together for breakfast, settling on just a few slices of toast and jelly. She didn’t really feel all that hungry right now, honestly. She was too busy thinking about how good he looked in casual clothing - this man could make a paper bag look good, she figured with a snort.

Eating quietly, she thanks him for breakfast and grabs the laptop from her study room, coming to rest on the couch in the living room where she can still see him. If they’re going to really make this work, Anna needs to be 100% comfortable with him, and that can only happen if they spend time together. Deciding that the best use of her time is to work on an assignment while he reads, she begins to search the internet for journal articles and necessary pieces she needs to finish the paper she’s working on. She’ll be so happy when she finally submits is and can have a little free time.

"The kitchen is always open. If there is something you want or need, just write it on the list there by the fridge. I have someone who comes in once a week to clean and run errands for me."

Hearing you come back down to the living room, Brandon looks over the top of his paper to see her settle into the couch with her laptop. Still wearing her PJ's Brandon's cock responds to the gentle bounce of her full breasts and tummy as Anna finds a comfortable position and opens her laptop.

Finishing his paper and standing, Brandon instinctively adjust his briefs to accommodate his cock, not paying any attention at all to Anna who seems to be buried in whatever she has on her screen.

She’s almost at the end of her paper, just needing another couple more paragraphs and to finish the formattting when she sees him stand and adjust himself out of the corner of her eye. She chews on her lip as she makes out the outline of his cock in his briefs while he does so. She can see he’s relatively well endowed and knows that she’ll be very acquainted with that particular piece of equipmement soon.

Realizing that she’s distracted and no work is going to get done now, she closes the laptop cover and places it on the coffee table. As she leans forward her cleavage becomes more pronounced but she pays no notice as she begins to daydream. Will the first time he fucks her her be soft and gentle? Or will he pound her hard into the mattress as he takes his pleasure from her body? She can feel a trickle of wetness in the seat of her panties and clears her throat a bit as she shakes herself out of the daze and stands. Her cheeks are red as she attempts to slip past him down the hall and clean herself up a bit.

As Anna stands to take her laptop back to her study, the blush in her face can't be missed. As she gets close to him in the hallway, Brandon turns toward her and takes hold of her arm, not in a mean way, but enough for her to stop.

Is her blush because she saw him adjusting his briefs, or because she is this close to him in the hallway with nothing under her pajamas?

Brandon runs a finger down her cheek and tilts her face up toward his, leans over and kisses her gently on the lips. The hand on her arm lets go and slides over to cup her breast thru the thin material, "I think it's time we get better acquainted. Please follow me to my suite." No really a request, but a politely spoken command.

His mouth is hot against her own for a few seconds before he directs her to his bedroom. She follows obediently, knowing that he must have caught the sharp edge of arousal on his face. As the door opens, she doesn’t have much time to really take it in before she is being pushed toward the bed with a firm hand on her back. The wetness in her panties is slightly uncomfortable now but only seems to be growing as she realizes she might get the answers to her earlier questions.