"The High School Hookers Club" (open, sort of)

[CutiePie1997]

"The High School Hookers Club"

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NOTE:
This is the Main IC Thread (the parent thread).
There will be many other 1x1 threads which include
the scenes of sex, conversation, and other drama
that occur between just 2 or 3 characters and, thus,
are easier to both write and read if written as 1x1s.
I encourage you to subscribe to this and all subsequent threads
as they appear ... and enjoy.​

Pamela Dryer
18 years old (turns 19 December 12, 2016)
Junior, Harrison High School. (Was set back twice. See her profile for details.)
5'8", 125 lbs.
34B-24-35.
Dark brown hair, wavy to her scapula (or breasts).
Dark brown eyes.
(pic in post below)



In the upstairs bathroom of the elegant, modern home, Pamela's smart phone chimed for her attention. She swiped, tapped, and swiped again until she was looking at the proof of the recent deposit of $300 into her account. She smiled, pleased, and returned the phone to her purse. Shedding her bra and skirt, retaining only her semi-sheer, white blouse, conservative black panties, and three inch heels, she exited out onto the landing...

The man at the bottom of the stairs was finishing a call on his own cell. He pocketed the phone and smiled as he looked her up and down, saying as he had so many times before, "Simply beautiful."

"Thank you, Timothy," Pamela said, smiling widely as she curled a finger in invitation at him. He didn't race up the stairs, but there was a sense of urgency in his step. She walked slowly toward the bedroom with a conspicuous sway in her hips. When he caught up with her, Pamela reached to his tie, beginning to undress him as she asked, "The usual tonight?"

The client laughed with delight, again complimenting Pamela with, "Nothing you have ever done with ... for ... or to me ... could be called usual."

She only smiled with her own delight, finished undressing the man, and gave him every dollar's worth.



Three hours later, Pamela was showered and again dressed. When she returned to his bedroom, finding him laying back in a deep stack of pillows with a pleased smile, he told her, "You were incredible tonight."

"So were you," Pamela said, leaning down to kiss him passionately. When he laughed and stated his doubt about having pleased the professional, Pamela kissed him again and promised in a reassuring whisper, "I cum every time I'm with you, Timothy. It's why I give you a discount."

"Discount!" he said, laughing playfully. "If what I pay is a discount, I hate to think of what the others fork out."

She smiled as she stood to check herself in the mirror. As she watched for his reaction, Pamela lied, "There are no others, Timothy. You know you're my one and only."

He just laughed again, knowing better.

Timothy was what Pamela called a Trusted Client. Twice a month -- once if he hadn't been with anyone else, which was an issue of trust between them -- he went to a doctor Pamela had chosen herself to ensure that he was still clean. He paid cash out of pocket for the check up, then paid Pamela an extra $100; and for that he avoided having to wear condoms and got to dispense his ejaculate into any of the teen's three holes, though -- with the exception of one night of experimentation -- he'd only ever played about in the usual two.

Pamela kissed him one more time, made a date for next week when his wife would again be out of town, donned a long coat that covered her conservatively to her knees, then made her way out to her car. Pamela now carried a briefcase sporting the very conspicuous logo of a local real estate company, in case the neighbors were spying and wondering the identity of the young woman exiting the McMansion.

Forty minutes later, a Valet was taking her keys at a downtown luxury hotel where she had her second date of the night. The payment she'd verified earlier that evening hadn't been from the man she'd just serviced for the umpteenth time but had instead been from the man she was about to please for the first time. She knocked at the door of and entered a room on the 12th floor...

...and 70 minutes later she was once again leaving, having performed the most basic of packages, a simple suck'n'fuck with protection. The man was very happy with the service and arranged another date for the upcoming weekend, but when he reached for his wallet to fish out a gratuity, Pamela stopped him short of pulling out the hundred dollar bills.

"Talk to your friend," she corrected, telling him vaguely, "There is a protocol."

Pamela was again out a door after having made a man very satisfied, and 70 minutes later she was passing through the security entrance of the estate on which she lived...

She slowed almost to a stop as the security guard politely waved her down. She said with an expectant tone, "Don't tell me, Mister Crocker is home and wants me to join him for dinner?"

The guard just smiled, adding the all important detail, "Missus Crocker's still in New York."

"Thanks, Jake," she told him, blowing him a kiss before reminding him, "Ball game Thursday, don't forget."

Pamela shot the car forward and turned it sharply into what amounted to being her own personal driveway. She swung the car into one side of her two car garage, next to her toys, the Red Rocket and the Miss Piggy (aka The Hog) that were her more preferred rides. She headed inside for her third shower of the day, got in a short nap, then dressed casually for a visit to the estate's owner.

"Hey, Harvey," she greeted as she made her way out onto his patio, finding him looking out upon the vast Pacific Ocean as he did most evenings. By now the sun had fallen below the watery horizon, flooding the sky with oranges and reds. "Another beautiful night--"

"You have to leave, Pam," her patron cut in, his tone showing signs of regret. He continued, "I'm selling the house."

When Pamela circled around to face Harvey, her eyes wide with surprise, he clarified, "Brigitte and I bought a house in Naples ... a boat ... a big boat. She wants to go home to see her parents before the old Italian fucks fall over dead."

"How long do I have?" Pamela asked, the shock evident in her tone. "When do I have to be out?"

He continued, "I've made some arrangements--"

"How long?" she snapped, feeling her face beginning to burn. "How long before you kick me out on the street, Harvey?"

"Pamela, I'm hardly kicking you out into the streets," he said chuckling. He sat forward to retrieve a manila envelope from the glass patio table and toss it closer to her. "Lease agreement, six months ... nice apartment downtown ... cashier's check for--"

"Take me with you, Harvey," Pamela said, moving close and dropping to her knees beside him. Reaching inside the loosely buttoned shirt, she began caressing a hand over his hairy chest as she said seductively, "You don't want to be without me, Harvey. You can't be without me. You know that."

"Brigitte has allowed you to stay here, Pamela ... to share my bed when she's out of town," he began, reaching a hand out to caress Pamela's face, "because she has no interest in having me sweatin' between her thighs anymore. But ... she's not going to let you follow us to Italy ... to continue sucking my knob in the home where her very Catholic family has lived for nine generations."

By now, Pamela's eyes were glistening with tears. She would wonder later why she was crying. Was it despair of losing the man who had taken her in off the streets when she was only 14, giving her a safe, loving place to live and -- when she came of age -- setting her on a career path that had served her very well? Or was it fear of simply being on her own for the first time in her adult life?

"Brigitte's in New York now, heading for Naples on Saturday," he continued, answering the question about how long she had. "She'll be back in three weeks."

He tried to smile with confidence, but Harvey had some of the same reservations that Pamela had. He took her hands into his, squeezing them as he reassured her, "You'll be fine, Sunshine. You're a smart girl. You have some money stuck aside in addition to what I am leaving you ... a place to sleep ... transportation. Next year, you'll graduate and go off to University ... find something to do that doesn't involve taking your clothes off with strangers."

"I like taking my clothes off with strangers," Pamela said with a combination of humor and defiance. After they laughed together a moment, she said softly, "I like taking my clothes off with you."

"I'm leaving tomorrow at dawn ... business in Tokyo, ten days," he told Pamela, pulling her closer. He kissed her softly, then erotically, and finished, "It would be better if you were out by then. But ... one last time, maybe?"

Pamela kissed Harvey again, telling she loved him more than anyone she'd ever known ... before taking him to his bed to give him a night of sex he wouldn't forget, even halfway around the world...



Pamela slept in to avoid having to say goodbye to her host, then skipped school for the remainder of the day. She spent the time just sitting in her room or laying in a lounger on Harvey's private section of beach, contemplating her future. The next morning, a Friday, Pamela awoke before dawn to shower, dress, and prissy herself for school, donning the school uniform. She'd altered it just a bit to increase its sexiness, something the Vice Principal for Student Discipline only tolerated because he liked having something to fantasize about when he masturbated in the Staff bathroom at lunch each day...

Her friends knew when she was in a fuck off mood, so other than just stick close to her silently should she need someone to talk to, they pretty much stayed out of her way. It wasn't until the end of the day as she and several others were heading for the parking lot that one of Pamela's friends asked, "Did you hear about Mister Boggs?"

"What about him?" Pamela asked, not entirely enthused by the topic. "Or should I ask who's claiming to be sucking his cock now?"

Tyler Boggs was Harrison High's History and US Government teacher; and he was the lust object of half the girls in school, with at least one a week claiming to have made a connection with him. Pamela had caught him glancing at tight asses and boosted bosoms on occasion, but hell, all the male -- and even half the female teachers -- ogled the sexiest of the school's female student body from time to time. Other than that, Pamela hadn't heard anything legitimate to make her think the teacher was getting his cock wet in young, tight, student pussy.

Tyler had been a professional athlete once, a football player Pamela thought she recalled, before becoming a teacher. Why anyone would give up a career in sports to teach spoiled rich kids she just couldn't even imagine. It was akin to her giving up $300/hour Johns, four star restaurants, and luxurious hotel rooms for grabbing teenage boys, McDonalds, and back seats.

He was also one of the school's many football coaches, which tended to draw more girls to the stadium than the games themselves or the boys playing them. Because of her career and the fact that most football games were played on Friday night, Pamela hadn't been to a single football game during her high school career. But she had been up close to Mister Boggs many times, sometimes in the school's halls, other times out near the football field. And she could definitely see why the girls of the school would wet their panties at the sight of him...

Pamela might have made a play for him if she'd been one of the other girls. But she had needs, particularly now that she was going to soon be facing expenses that Harvey had covered for more than 4 years. The men Pamela spent time with paid more money to spend a single hour with her than Tyler Boggs netted in a full eight hour day of teaching history and government. He had nothing for her, could do nothing for her, and was of no value to her...

...or so she thought.

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About Group Role Plays:

• Many people won't join a Group Role Play (GRP) because:
  • Writers won't keep pace, causing havoc with the time line.
  • Writers disappear, abandoning entire plot lines.
  • Or pairs of writers writing 1x1s leap frog one another's posts, making reading the story difficult.
• I have a solution to all three of these dangers:
  • This thread is the Main Thread. Introductions, recruitment, and non-sex scene activities will be posted here.
  • However, 1x1 interactions -- lengthy conversations, sex, etc. -- will occur in separate threads linked to this thread.
  • Therefore, there will be no leap frogging of unrelated 1x1s in this thread.
  • Reading and writing will both be easier.
  • And, although I would like to see you do it, you are certainly not required to read each and every thread to be able to follow the main story.

About Hookers:

• Our hookers are all initially 18-20 years old.
• They are students from the Harrison High Preparatory School, a school for girls readying themselves for college.
• They can initially be virgins, sluts, or anything in between.
• Though some may be reluctant, none are forced or blackmailed into prostitution.
• They are tightly supervised until Pamela not only trusts them to do their jobs but also trusts them to handle what is being done to them.
• Hookers can be long or short term characters.

About Johns:

• Let me be clear:
  • These are not drug addicted street walkers. They are students from a respectable invitation-only college prep school.
  • I have already received dozens of PMs from males who want to blackmail, abuse, and/or otherwise control my girls.
  • This is not that role play, so ... look elsewhere for that.
  • There will be opportunities for some negative drama as time goes on, but those situations will be far and few between, and they likely won't occur until the story is well established, so ... 2017 or 2018.
• Johns learn of the Club by word-of-mouth advertising from friends who are current clients. Therefore, you can pretty much forget story lines that begin in any other way, such as picking up on a random hooker at a hotel lounge bar.
• Writers can play more than one John, but if you overextend yourself and slow us down, I will ask you to abandon character(s).

About sex scene length and the balance of story versus sex:

• Other female writers can do what they want, but the comments below are about me.
• Sex scenes in which I write will be over quickly, perhaps 4-8 posts each, unless a fantasy of sorts if being played out and requires more replies.
• I don't go on and on and on with every thrust and moan and scream.
• If you are wanting a 40 post blow-by-blow, you will need to find another writer.
• Also, I don't write the same sex over and over again. Unless there is something new to the sexual interaction, I fade-to-black on sex scenes.
• I write erotica, not porn, meaning I write a lot of story with a little sex, not the other way around.

To Join:

• You can PM me personally if you are interested in either joining or learning more.
• If you are responding to another writer's "Seeking Writing Partner" advertisement, you still need to PM me about your plans to ensure the story line you are considering fits within the THSHC's direction.
• PLEASE do not post here without permission. I will ignore any characters not cleared with me before hand.
• Thank you very much for your understanding.

 

[XXXHacker]

Tyler Boggs was a former NFL Lineman. Growing up in the cornfields of Nebraska, he wasn't much of a city slicker. But even out there, he was recruited by USC and got a full ride scholarship to move from Nebraska to attend school and play for the Trojans. Even though Tyler wasn't the quarterback, he still got plenty of girls and was living up the Hollywood life.

As soon as he was eligible, Tyler left USC and got drafted in the NFL by the New York Giants to be their Left Guard. Switching from Los Angeles to New York turned this once golden boy farmer into a full blown player, charming the girls with his Midwestern manners, but then getting to be a player in the bedroom. After getting his second contract and getting the big money from the Giants, he was in and out of the field, getting sidelined by ACL tears in his right knee one year, and his left knee two years later.

While spending a lot of time in the hospital, he met a young nurse who quickly fell for him, eventually getting married to him. After spending 7 years total with the Giants and getting cut, he spent the next 3 years bouncing from team to team, trying to reclaim his abilities, but unable to, Tyler and his wife moved back to Los Angeles for Tyler to finish his teaching degree from USC and eventually getting a job as a History Teacher, being able to rest on his saved millions from the NFL. He used one of those millions to buy a nice condo near Harrison High, and between his teaching and coaching salary, and money his broker was making in the stock market, Tyler would never have to worry about money again.

However, as Tyler and his wife got older, his desire for young 18-25 pussy came back to bite him. He was caught sleeping with one of his fellow grad students and was promptly divorced, his ex wife now leaving him to go back to New York. In some ways, this suited Tyler. He prefer to bang the young college girls and Hollywood had plenty of them. Harrison High also had it share of young pussy, but Tyler drew a line at banging any of his students. He wasn't about to get fired for banging one of the student who were 18, or worse if he even thought about the underage ones.

The season being over, ending 4-4 and missing the playoffs, Tyler had his first Friday night free for a while. He decided to go out and hit up one of the clubs known for having it's share of the college girls from USC. After mingling with a couple of the young coeds, he settled on a freshman who he particularly had his eye on. But when she was too eager to go home with him, he asked for her age and when demanding for proof through her driver's license, and seeing she was 17 and in the post secondary program, he bolted out of the club, terrified that he was hitting up a minor.

He approached the hotel on the other side of the street, hoping to get a drink there to calm himself down.

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: I am not ready to reveal Lilly's picture yet. If you feel the need, you can find it in her profile. But I want to save it until the image is in the context of her next post, Saturday morning.)


Friday afternoon
Edge of Campus:

"Pamela!"

With her foul mood having waned a bit, Pamela turned at the sound of the familiar voice to find Lilly Taylor approaching her at a slow jog. She smiled, asking even before the other had reached her, "Got boy plans for tonight?"

The less dramatically beautiful yet still sexy young thing laughed, answering, "Always!"

The shorter student took Pamela by the arm and turned her toward the parking lot, asking her with a muted tone, "I was wondering whether I could ask a favor."

"Of course," Pamela said. They were out the gate and amongst the cars without Lilly having spoken again, leading Pamela to ask, "What's going on, LT?"

They chuckled together, and as she looked into Lilly's face, Pamela saw the younger teen blush. There was more to the story about the letters LT than them simply being the woman's initials. Several months back, on career day, right here in this parking lot, Pamela had found Lilly laying down across the front seat of the invited Navy recruitment officer's car, sucking his cock. The lieutenant -- "L-t", as they'd called him during his discussion about opportunities in the Navy -- had spotted Pamela and, by the look on his face, knew he should have ended the fellatio before he found himself being carted away to a brig, military or civilian. But he'd been so close that the need deep inside him was simply overwhelming, and even as Pamela was watching from where she was opening her own car, he erupted into the welcoming mouth of the other LT with a happy grunt that filled the car and made Pamela laugh.

"I hear you live in Malibu," she asked, her tone hushed. When Pamela confirmed the rumor, Lilly continued by asking for a more specific location. She smiled, understanding that Pamela's home was exactly where she'd hoped it would be. "I know it's a private neighborhood ... private beach."

"You can come visit me anytime you want, LT," Pamela said, beginning to search her purse for her key fob. Of course, that wasn't exactly true, as Pamela was soon going to be living elsewhere. But it was good for now. "I have plans tonight, but if you wanted to come out tomorrow ... get some sun--"

"Actually..." Lilly cut in, looking around for eavesdroppers. She looked into the taller girls' eyes and said, "There's a guy ... he lives about three doors up beach from you, I think."

Suddenly, Pamela's interest was piqued. She knew all of the men who lived up and down the beach within half a mile of Harvey's place, and there wasn't a single one of them -- even the single ones -- who was a suitable partner for a teenage girl's sexual interest. They were all either married, seriously attached, gay, far too old, or infirm. Pamela knew this, because it was her business to know about men. And while a lot of them would likely love a crack at Lilly, none of them should really be taking it.

She smiled broader to the younger teen and asked with a leading tone, "And...?"

"I need him to just sort of ... happen across me," Lilly explained, her nervousness obvious. She looked left and right again, then added, "You know ... while I'm hanging out in the sun and sand and surf ... looking all ... inviting."

Pamela studied Lilly for a moment, causing the other girl to blush, then laughed. "Can I assume you have a time for this chance encounter?"

"He's having a beach party tomorrow," Lilly said, laughing. She continued with the need a favor part, asking, "About noon or so...?"

"I'll leave your name with the Guard at the gate," Pamela told Lilly, giving the precise address of both the secured neighborhood and Harvey's house itself. They chatted another moment before Lilly thanked Pamela and turned to leave. But before the other girl was out of ear shot, Pamela asked bluntly, "Why this guy, LT?"

Lilly stopped short, asking back, "What...? Whaddaya mean?"

"What's your interest in this particular man?" When she saw the hesitation in Lilly's face, Pamela continued, "I mean, you don't have to tell me. I just ... I was wondering."

"Money," Lilly said bluntly. When she saw Pamela's face fill with a bit of surprise, the younger teen added without hesitation or embarrassment, "If he likes me ... and he will ... I'm going to hit him up for a bit of a loan. We talked about it the last time we saw one another, but ... well ... we were interrupted ... by his daughter."

Lilly turned to look toward then nod in the direction of the football stadium. But after a moment, Pamela realized it wasn't the field or the after school athletics boys Lilly was looking at. She was trying to indicate Rose Hanford, one of the school's more popular girls. Rose's family also lived in Malibu ... four houses down from Harvey's place.

When Pamela looked back to Lilly with a shocked look in her face, the other teen's devilish smirk caused them both to explode in laughter. Pamela opened the door of her car, calling out, "Be there by ten, and I'll show you some of my more slutty bathing suits."

Lilly laughed, telling her, "Oh, I've got the slutty part taken care of. And ... thanks."

Pamela sat and watched the girl head off back toward the school. And she contemplated what had just happened between her and the other very sexually active and obviously confident teen, a thought came to Pamela that had her shaking her head in doubt and chuckling in delight both all the way home.



It was almost time to leave for her date before her cell phone rang and Harvey's avatar appeared on the screen. She answered and shared some pleasantries about his flight and first day in Tokya before getting to the reason that she'd text him Please call me asap.

"I want to lease the estate, Harvey," she said boldly. "I don't want to leave ... and ... you know I have a steady and reliable source of income."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a gentle chuckle. He said with a fatherly tone, "Honey, you couldn't afford what Brigitte would force me to get from you ... even if you spent every minute of every day on your back ... or knees."

Pamela was a bit angered by Harvey's tone. He knew what she did -- hell, he'd gotten her into it -- but he'd always been very respectful about her profession whenever they'd discussed it. She let his description of how she did her word slide, then continued, "How much, Harvey?"

After another moment of silence, he told her, "Let me talk to my accountant. There are a lot of expenses involved--"

"How much, Harvey," Pamela asked again, trying to sound annoyed but chuckling anyway.

"There's the taxes, the insurance, the upkeep, the neighborhood association fees--" After she interrupted him with her repeated question again, he added, "...and ... I would need something to keep Brigitte happy."

"How much something?" she asked, already believing that she could cover the already mentioned costs.

Afte a moment, Harvey answered, "Let's say ... a thousand dollars."

"A month?" Pamela asked, smiling with relief at the knowledge that she could handle that easily. But when Harvey corrected the time period, she gasped, "A week?!?"

"Honey, listen," Harvey said, now fully settled into his negotiating business tone. "If the neighborhood association rules didn't forbid it, I could rent the place out to Chinese tourists for three grand a weekend. And remember, Brigitte wants me to sell--"

"Deal," Pamela cut in. When more silence reigned, she stressed, "It's a deal. I'll get you the money. Just ... get back to me on the total monthly ... but ... I'm sure I can swing it."

There was yet more dead air before Harvey asked, "Pamela, what are you contemplating here? It's just the beach. What's wrong with the apartment downtown? You can afford it on your ... current income ... and you can do business out of it without drawing undue attention."

"I'm contemplating, as you call it, a new career path, Harvey," she told him. She didn't explain further, only asking, "Get back to me with those numbers soon, okay?"

They hung up, and as she prepared for her evening, Pamela ran the numbers through her head. Harvey was right, of course: she couldn't swing $4,000+ dollars a month on her own. She was going to need more help. More prostitutes. More girls. Pamela knew there were plenty of sexually active girls at Harrison High; and of them, Pamela knew there were plenty who were of age, which would be mandatory as Pamela wasn't about to get involved with pimping out underage girls; and of them, Pamela knew there were plenty who wouldn't mind fucking a stranger if she was going to get some compensation for it.

The only questions remaining were these: first, of that final smaller group -- the number of students she could get to follow her into the world's oldest profession -- could Pamela's cut of their combined total revenue be enough to keep her in the Malibu house? And second, how long could she get away with this before she got caught and ended up behind bars?

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: This reply was originally post #3. I want to use #3 for another post that would have happened earlier in the day.)

Pamela and her dress

For a long moment, the bartender studied the seemingly real driver's license that the 18 year old presented, glancing up at Pamela a couple of times. He told her, "You should have been here three days ago ... Ellie. Ladies drink free on their 21st birthday."

Pamela winked to the man, telling him with a flirtatious smile, "That's okay. I would've drank until my eye balls were floating in the back of my skull ... and you wouldn't want to see me drunk."

He laughed, ogled her delicious curves for a moment, then handed the fake ID back to her. "No, I think you're wrong. I'd love to see you drunk." They laughed together, and after he introduced himself, he asked, "What can I get you?"

Having successfully leaped the age hurdle, Pamela prepared to spend quite some time jumping the Sorry, I'm waiting for someone hurtles. Every lone male in the lounge would take her sitting alone as a sign that he should take his shot at getting Pamela to join him for a drink. Pamela hated arriving for a date before the client. It was aggravating. And it was rude. Sure, she was being paid to be here, paid to provide sexual services. But she was still a lady, and a gentleman didn't make a lady wait.

As it was, she'd only been hit on twice before she flinched as a hand landed upon the bare flesh at the middle of her back. She turned, ready to tell this third wolf off when she recognized the face. She smiled, trying to push away her annoyance as she said politely, "Frank, good to see you."

"Good to see you, Ellie," he said with a hungry tone as the gaze of his eyes, just a foot from her bosom, stared lastingly down at her firm curves. Without looking up he added, "Very good."

Warning bells immediately went off in Pamela's mind. Frank Carlson -- whose name she'd actually learned through an internet search was Warren Frank Carlton -- had been very polite and almost shy when the two of them had met the day before for coffee. Pamela always screened her prospective clients by daylight in a public place, and Frank had seemed perfectly harmless to her.

But now, the hand at her back was shifting about in a movement that was half caress, half grope; and, as he leaned against the bar and pressed his groin against Pamela's nearest leg, his second hand slipped forward to lay upon her thigh, with the fingers already beginning to caress ever so slightly northward in a way that -- in Pamela's opinion, regardless of her profession -- was simply inappropriate for a first meeting in such a public place.

"Slow down, tiger," she whispered with a wide, toothy smile as she reached to the offending hand to lift it from her leg. When he refused to let her pull him loose, Pamela tightened her grip on his fingers and, meeting his gaze, whispered again, "Why don't we save this 'til we get to the room?"

He returned the smile as he tried to slide his hand further toward her groin, but when he realized he wasn't getting anywhere, he pulled his grasping hand back and said, "Sure. Let's go."

"I thought maybe we could get a booth, first," Pamela told him, wanting to delay her one-on-one time with him a moment. She was beginning to think that she'd made a mistake, maybe misjudged him during their short meeting at the coffee shop. She looked to the bartender, asking, "Kip, do you have a free table?"

"Let's go," Frank said in a tone that was a bit more demanding than Pamela liked. He took her by the elbow to urge her off the stool as he added with a lower volume, "We're on the clock, and you're wasting time."

Pamela tried to wrench her arm away without looking too obvious, whispering with a still smiling mouth, "Relax, tiger. The clock doesn't start until--"

"Let's go!" Frank said, literally pulling Pamela from her bar stool.

This time she jerked her arm free as she commanded, "Let go of me!"

"Ellie...?" the bartender asked, using the name he'd heard the false-Frank use. "We okay here--"

"Bug off!" Frank snapped at the man, reaching into his pocket to jerk out a twenty and toss it onto the bar. He grabbed Pamela again with a grip from which she couldn't get free. As he turned her toward the lounge's exit, he said to her in a volume she knew the others in the bar could likely hear, "Time's money."

Pamela was contemplating how to respond. She wasn't about to go to Frank's room with him, of course, but she wasn't going to pitch a fit in a hotel lounge in which she might one day want to meet other clients. That was when a second man suddenly materialized before them...

...and this man Pamela knew. Her heart skipped a beat in shock and, over the next few seconds, she literally felt her face go cold as the blood flushed from it. Pamela was 18, three years too young to be in an alcohol serving establishment. And she was wearing a slutty dress and four inch heels that screamed come'n'fuck me.

She desperately needed Tyler not to recognize her. The way that she both had her hair made up, tall and elegant and in significant contrast to the French Braid she wore each day at school; and the dramatic way in which her face was made up might allow her to avoid detection. But, who knew?

 

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As Tyler walked into the hotel, he saw the commotion occurring as Frank was dragging Pamela out of the bar towards the elevator with the bartender coming out, but not pursuing them. From behind, he couldn't recognize Pamela, but he could clearly recognize she was fighting him to go back to the elevator. Tyler looked over to the reception desk, but they were too busy with other guests, and then saw the bartender just stand there.

Feeling like no was going to do anything, Tyler walked up behind Frank and Pamela, and shouted, "HEY!" When both turned around, he continued, "That's no way to treat a lady."

Frank turned around and looked at Tyler and said, "Mind your own business, asshole! She's just playing hard to get."

Tyler was so focused on Frank that he didn't recognize Pamela at first. "I said, that's no way to treat a lady. Now just let her go, and I won't have to get security."

Frank walked up to Tyler, thinking with that response, he wouldn't dare throw a punch. "Make me."

Not wanting to escalate the situation, went to go help Pamela, when he stopped dead in his tracks, as he got his first look at Pamela, and knew right away it was her. He said, "Pamela?" before Frank punched him. Frank normally isn't a fighter, but he got hot headed as it looked like Tyler was going for his girl. He punched Tyler in the face, but wasn't strong enough to actually hurt him. On instinct, Tyler then turned around and punched him back, decking Frank and causing him to fall to the ground.

The security guard, who saw the whole thing and that Frank threw the first punch, came over and took the dazed Frank and escorted him out of the building. While that was going on, Tyler turned back to Pamela and said to her, "Pamela, is that really you? What are you doing here with that creep?"

He could sense that she was emotional and embarrassed, so when she was on the verge of tears, he took her in his arms before seeing the bartender motion for the two of them to come over. The bartender led them to a private booth for when celebrities come by that included a curtain. The bartender asked Tyler what he wanted, to which he asked for a beer. The bartender walked away, knowing what Pamela had ordered earlier and went to make her another.

Tyler sat there behind the curtain in the booth until Pamela calmed down before he asked again, "Pamela, what were you doing with that creep?"

 

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"Pamela?"

Her heart skipped a beat when the Harrison High teacher and coach recognized her. How was 18 year old Pamela going to explain being in a bar, let alone in a bar in a Please fuck me dress with a loud, belligerent man...

...who suddenly punched Tyler in the face!

Pamela shrieked in shock, just a short squeal of surprise before slapping a hand over her mouth. Believe it or not, she'd never actually seen someone get punched, other than on television or on the internet. And then, just as suddenly, Tyler turned and punched Frank in his face, too. The result of this punch, however, was far different, and the man whose cock Pamela should have already been sucking was laying in a heap on the tile.

Pamela was shocked! She'd never seen anything like it in her life. Tyler had thrown just one punch and dropped Frank to the floor.

"Pamela, is that really you? What are you doing here with that creep?"

"I ... I wasn't with him!" she lied, still awed -- and simultaneously frightened -- by what she'd just witnessed. Frank had punched Tyler without warning. If Pamela had gone upstairs with the man and angered him, she might have been the one who got punched. And there was very little doubt in her mind about whether or not she could have continued standing as Tyler so easily had. She continued her fib, "I don't know who he is. He just ... just came up to me at the bar--"

As soon as she described where she'd been, Pamela went silent. She'd just admitted to a teacher at her high school that she'd been sitting at a bar. She went quiet, her eyes glossing over as tears threatened to fill them. Tyler saw the emotions in her face and -- with the aid of Kip -- soon found herself sitting in a private booth in the back of the lounge.

A moment later, the bartender set a bottle of beer before Tyler and a tumbler of whiskey and water before Pamela. The 18 year old looked at the glass of alcohol for a moment, then looked up at the 38 year old who was looking at her. She smiled nervously, then sighed and shrugged her shoulders as she lifted the drink and swallowed it down in one gulp, grimacing at the burn. She slammed the empty glass back down to the table, chuckling before saying, "I guess there's no reason to hide that, right?"

"Pamela, what were you doing with that creep?"

She laughed nervously again, wondering how to respond to Tyler's question. It was obvious that she couldn't be honest with him, telling him she was a prostitute and Frank had been her John. Instead, she said, "I was just getting a drink. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm only 18. But ... it's not like I'm the first minor to use a fake ID to get a beer, right?"

The Manager of the hotel came up to check on the pair, and after they'd assured him that all was well -- and Pamela stressed that no charges would be pressed -- she stood from the booth and, as more of a statement than a question, she said, "I need a ride home."



The ride to the estate was done in absolute silence. Neither of them seemed to know what to say to the other about the drama that had occurred tonight. When they reached the estate, Pamela suddenly remembered that with Harvey's departure for Tokyo, she would be totally alone for several days.

"Can you walk me inside, Mister Boggs?" she asked, using the title he carried at school. "I'm alone tonight, and--"

Pamela didn't want to admit that she was scared to be alone. She typically wasn't so ... vulnerable. But she'd never been so close to being alone with a violent person before either. As she walked about the main floor, checking all the windows and sliding doors to ensure they were secure, she glanced at Tyler often. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was with a teacher from school who had practically knocked out a man who might very well have beaten or raped her.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked as she disappeared from his view into the kitchen. "I have beer, wine -- both red and white -- and vodka ... which I think I will partake of myself."

Pamela returned to the living room, carrying the cold bottle of vodka and Tyler's choice. With her gaze set solidly on Tyler's eyes, she lifted the bottle of vodka and took a moderately sized gulp, wincing at the feel of it flooding her throat. She studied him as she stepped out of her heels, showing the true difference between his height of 6'1" and hers of 5'8".

"I haven't said thank you," she told him, suddenly realizing her error. She smiled wider, saying, "Thank you ... Tyler."

Her smile widened a bit more after her use of his given name. She was a student and he was a teacher, of course, but currently they were in her home where she was just a woman and he was just a man. She swigged from the bottle again, then asked, "Can you give me a moment?"

She turned and departed, and when she returned a minute or so later, Pamela was wearing an oversized tee shirt that reached to about mid-thigh and a pair of boy shorts (not that he could see them under the long tee). Although it hadn't been her intention, her lack of a bra made her nipples conspicuous behind the thin cloth of the tee shirt.

"Can I get you anything, Tyler?" she asked as she headed for the kitchen again. She loved grapes, so -- in addition to anything he did or did not ask for -- she came back to him with a bowl of them. She stopped before him again, well within the scent range of her expensive perfume. She studied him for a moment, before speaking to him once again.

"I don't really want to be alone tonight. Scary. Would you like to stay over?"

 

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Tyler knew Pamela was lying from the start. As he sat there to start, he was angry as to why she would be so stupid to put herself in this situation. Watching her have an alcoholic drink, out at a hotel bar she had no business clearing being at, she was demonstrating all of the signs of a girl who was throwing away her life.

He tried to find the right way to broach the subject with her, knowing the conflict that was occurring in his mind. Just a few minutes ago, he was trying to hit on a girl that looked like her, but was younger. While he wouldn't have forced her into submission, he was certainly trying to bed a barely legal teen if possible, so how could he justify criticizing her when he was willing to partake in the same situation.

Before he could say anything, Pamela asked Tyler to drive him home. He obliged and led her out to where his car was parked at a valet. On the ride home, he kept silent, trying to just let the situation die down. He figured Pamela just wanted this night to be over, and maybe it was best to just leave it at that. He was confused, conflicted. But the confusion only intensified when Pamela wanted him to come in with her. How was it going to look that Tyler was going into the home of one of his students? He still hadn't considered Pamela as someone to lust for, but he knew if word got out he entered the home of one his students, it would only be a matter of time before the absurd rumors he had heard the other students fabricate about him now have some evidence.

However, Tyler could tell she was still scared, shell shocked, and his protective instinct took control. He walked her into this estate. He knew that she had foster parents, but even for foster parents this was pretty luxurious. Asking for a drink, he said, "I'll have some vodka, too... I guess..." wanting to interject that she shouldn't have been drinking, but why become such a pious person when he didn't stop her from the last drink.

Sitting down with Pamela in her house was the first moment when Tyler checked her out. She was drop dead gorgeous. But almost immediately, he pushed the thought out of his mind. She's his student. He shouldn't be wanting to fuck her. What was he thinking?

It only got worse when she thanked him by calling him Tyler. It was no mistaking that she was coming onto him. His head was spinning. His student was signaling to him she wanted him. This was inappropriate. He couldn't help himself and that point and say, "You're welcome, Pamela... but... please... call me Mr. Boggs. You're still my student." Things only got worse when she came back undressed, and then asking him to spend the night.

He stopped for a moment, and said, "You know, that's not really appropriate, for a teacher to be spending the night with his student. I know you're scared, but I can't have people thinking that I'm sleeping with my students. I could get fired."

Tyler was in a state of panic again, not because Pamela was underage, he knew she was almost 19, but because he could lose his job. He looked around and got up, saying "I should go now."

 

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(OOC: If you are following our story, go back to post #3 and read it. I only just now put it there.)

Pamela had waited for Tyler to take a seat on one of the luxurious couches before taking her own seat just out of his reach. She could see the nervousness in his face, a trepidation that wasn't helped by the fact that when she sat facing him, with one knees bent toward the back of couch, the oversized tee shirt rose enough to finally show off that all she had on underneath was a pair of boy short panties.

Then Tyler disappointed Pamela by standing and saying...

"I should go now."

"No, please, Tyler!" she said, standing quickly and moving closer. She looked up into his eyes with a combination of sadness, fear, and lust; and was now so close to him that her breasts nearly touched his chest. Bare footed to his shoed feet, and five inches shorter than him anyway, she was looking up into his face from below as she reached out and took one of his hands in both of her. She said softer with a corrective tone, "Mister Boggs ... please ... don't go."

As she stared up into his face, Pamela lifted Tyler's hand upward between them, toying her fingers in his for a moment, before laying the hand upon her firm, unbridled breast as she begged, "Stay with me tonight. I would never tell any one."

 

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Tyler was shaking, trembling, scared to death of what was happening. Pamela was seducing him, enticing him, offering herself like the other 18-21 year old coeds he's banged so many times before. The head on his cock was begging to accept her offer, while the head on his neck was begging to run away.

As Pamela took his hands in hers, every fiber of his being was begging his mind to relent, but he couldn't. He still saw her as his student. The chaos only became worse when she put his hand on his breast. A surge of excitement when through his body at feeling her pert breasts. He closed his hand on it, softly groping it, feeling it under the shirt.

She was enticing him to her bed, with words and with action. She guided his other hand to her hips, getting him to caress her bottom. She then moved his hand from one breast to the other, trying to normalize her sexual being to him. Eventually she moved both of his hand to her hips and then guided them to his shirt. His cock jumped knowing what she wanted him to do, but he just couldn't. He kept softly saying "no... no..." while his body was saying "yes... yes..." as his hands were guided up her body and the shirt was peeled off her, revealing her naked chest to him.

She came in and kissed his neck, intentionally pushing her breasts into his chest. On instinct, he put his hands around her ass, but was still nervous. He wanted to leave, but he felt frozen in time, unable to move as his body was willingly being seduced into Pamela's web. He felt a surge in his cock as he felt her press her thigh into his crotch.

Soon, he felt her slowly falling to her knees, submissively kneeling in front of him, though dominating the situation. He didn't stop her as she undid his belt, pushed his pants and his boxers down, and freed his uncircumcised cock. Tyler could feel his cock pulsing, begging for relief, his foreskin peeled back on it's own from how hard he was.

He knew what Pamela was going to do, the head on his neck as adamant as ever that he needed to leave, but the head on his cock screaming for relief, knowing that it was just moments away.

Tyler just meekly cried out, "I can't do this... I can't do this..."

 

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"You don't have to do anything," Pamela whispered up to Tyler...

...before looking back to his cock and taking most of it deeply into her mouth. She held it tightly and still in the warmth and wetness for a long moment before beginning to bob her head back and forth slowly, wetting his shaft. Her years of fellatio experience would be obvious to Tyler: her sharp teeth were kept safely away from his vulnerable flesh; her tongue and lips worked together to form a pussy-like wonderland; her hands worked together to both pleasure the portion of his long cock she couldn't swallow at this angle and gentle fondle his sensitive balls; and her speed increased and decreased until Tyler's reactions told Pamela that she'd found exactly what the man needed to quickly reach orgasm...

 

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Tyler moaned out as he felt Pamela's lips devour his manhood. Her mouth felt wonderful on his cock. As she bobbed up and down on his shaft, the chaos that was in his mind just a moment ago had subsided. All he could focus on was the pleasure on his cock, and getting relief to how painfully hard it got.

Normally, Tyler had more sexual stamina to last longer, but with all the anxiety and tension of the situation, he could already feel his balls start to churn. He put his hands on Pamela's head and started to pump into her, face fucking her. Just a minute ago, he needed Pamela to break the ice, but now that he felt his need to cum taking over, his body instinctively took control.

Tyler pumped his cock into Pamela's mouth as far as it would, pulling out occasionally to let her come up for air when she felt her gagging. But then immediately shoved his cock back in her mouth, not letting her speak, his hormones not giving his mind a chance to think about the taboo nature of face fucking his student.

Finally, as cock started to throb and pulse, he shoved his cock into Pamela's mouth as far as it would go, and his cock exploded, his sperm shooting into the back of her mouth, moaning loudly as his body tensed up and shot his seed.

 

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(For the moderators: Pamela is a nearly 19 year old prostitute who only began her career at 18; no sexual interaction prior to her age of 18 will EVER be discussed, let alone role played; and the description below of her hygienic choice is meant to speak of grown men having sex with grown women who are only role playing to be younger. If this does not meet the Literotica standards I am MORE than happy to edit all of it. Seriously. All you have to do is ask. I tried to keep it legit, but if I failed, I will fix it in a heart beat!!)

Tyler's excitement and yearning for satisfaction became rapidly apparent, which would have made Pamela smile with delight if she hadn't had a foreign object filling her mouth. He got a little to anxious at times with his length, but she knew how to deal with that, simply grasping the base of his cock so that he could only shove forth as much as she could handle from this position.

Soon enough, though, he gave a loud moan and his cock began leaping in her mouth. The thick, salty discharge flooded the back of her throat, but -- stroking him hard and fast to extend his orgasm -- Pamela waited until the very last twitch of his shaft had occurred before she pulled back enough to swallow it all. Looking up into the teacher's eyes, she squeezed his cock -- milking him -- and used her lips and tongue to capture and swallow every drop he'd produced, before reaching up to his belly and urging him back to the couch.

"Sit," is all Pamela said as he fell back and she rose from her knees before him. As she looked down upon him with a devilish smile, she shed her boy shorts and -- thinking of her own desires and need for release -- told him, "My turn."

Pamela caught Tyler's gaze moving down her to her personal place, which was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She'd tried many different cuts down there over her career but had eventually made the choice to go clean when she realized just how many nasty old men had some very inappropriate fantasies about being with a woman too young for the thoughts they were having.women. She'd been a bit torn about role playing such concepts at first but eventually concluded that since she was of age is was just role playing. Plus, if she -- at 18+ -- was satisfying these men's illicit urges, perhaps she could prevent them from doing things they shouldn't with younger women they shouldn't be fantasizing about, let alone touching.

And fuck, she often made twice as much money for providing that particular fantasy, too. That was something Pamela had learned early in her career: fantasy pays. Almost from the start, she'd learned that the phrase that will cost you a bit more was rarely if ever met with hesitation. Men -- and even a couple of women -- were more than happy to kick up a couple of extra dollars if it meant filling not only a physical need but a mental one as well.

But, as far as needs went, Pamela had one of her own now as she stepped forward to crawl into Tyler's lap. She was feeling particularly randy by now, which didn't happen to Pamela often. She was a prostitute, and two, five, ten times a week she had a cock inside her or, if she was lucky, a mouth on her. So, the need for sexual pleasure wasn't something she often went searching for. However, the need to satisfaction was different. She rarely came with her clients, though the ones with a need for an ego boost always thought she did.

But, this wasn't about work. Tyler wasn't a client. And Pamela was going to get her fill before the night was through. She reached a hand down to grasp his cock, and after just a couple of strokes the semi-hard shaft was once again swollen to size and ready to go.

"Just sit back and let me do the work," she said, reverting back to her sexual servant nature for a moment as she played the head of his cock at her already very wet opening. As she lowered just enough to push her lips apart, she told him with confidence, "I'm ... really good at this."

Letting her weight down ever so slowly, Pamela took in Tyler's bulbous head, grimacing a bit at the size. He was a bit bigger than the last couple of her clients; and besides -- despite what most might think about a woman who fucked for a living -- Pamela's pussy was still nearly as tight as it was before it became a tool of her trade. She pulled up, took a little more of Tyler inside, then pulled up again. She watched his reactions intently -- studying him, actually -- as she took more and more of his length deep into her.

"Feel good?" she asked before he'd yet hit bottom. Her movements were speeding up, and eventually -- after she'd spread her knees a bit more for position and grasped the back of the couch for stability -- she was bouncing up and down in Tyler's lap like a cowgirl on a trotting pony.

Pamela was soon moaning, then grunting, then crying out sharp and loud at the feel of the man's cock filling her up, of the meeting of his belly and shaft slamming against her clit. As the pleasure rose, she moved her hands to his skull, grasping handfuls of hair and wrenching his head back to look down into his face.

"Oh, Teach'!" she called out to him with obvious delight. "You feel so good! You feel so fucking good!"

She thought she might have seen some reality enter Tyler's eyes as she reminded him that he was in fact a teacher at the school in which she was a student, but Pamela knew how to work a fantasy. And whether or not Tyler had come her tonight with fantasies of fucking a student, he was going to cum inside of one and know fully well what she was.

As she reached that point -- that junction in the road of sex -- where Pamela had to choose between just enjoying the current pleasure and faking or increasing that pleasure and cumming, she reminded herself that she wasn't on the clock. She ceased her up and down movements, leaned in closer to Tyler -- pressing her bosom to his face -- and began shifting her groin to and fro rather than up and down.

"Help me!" Pamela demanded, reaching to Tyler's hand and placing them on her hips as she urged him to shift her back and forth in his lap. "Don't stop ... when ... I cum. Just ... keep going!"

The effect of the change in movement and additional help was almost instantaneous. The joy down below increased exponentially, rising rapidly. Then, holding a deep breath for a long moment to help the bang become a BOOM!, Pamela let out a long, soft cry as the euphoria of climax swept through her. She tried to keep her own movements down below going, but the pleasure was overwhelming and she left all further work to Tyler.

It was a stupendous orgasm, long and powerful, sending waves of joy through her entire body. All Pamela could do was clutch Tyler's head to her bosom and enjoy the aftermath. Her muscles quivered during the after glow, and after she sagged down against his torso, her firm breasts -- now with a sheen of sweat upon them -- shifted against the former football player's still muscular chest like a couple of stress balls being eagerly worked.

"Fuck...!" she finally murmured when able to speak, pulling back to look into Tyler's eyes. She said with obvious sincerity, "I enjoyed that."

Carefully, she dismounted from him, offering a hand as she said, "My bed would be more comfortable ... you know ... if you want to continue this."

 

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As Tyler fell back onto the couch, he knew what Pamela wanted next. He had reconciled getting a blowjob from her, but fucking her, his own student? There was no going back from that. He was a dead man if it ever got out.

As she crawled into his lap, she clearly wasn't concerned about protection. He wasn't concerned about STDs, figuring she hadn't been with enough guys to contract anything. He got himself tested every month, which a hobby of banging young coeds, you have to make sure you're clean. He was more concerned about what his potent sperm would do to her vulnerable womb. Fucking one of his students, he could hide, knocking her up, he might as well start looking for another job.

But he had no time to react as Pamela brought his cock back to life and then impaled herself on it. Tyler let out a moan as he felt her tight, wet pussy grip his cock. It was over, Tyler thought, I'm gonna get fired for this. His mind became tormented, knowing that he shouldn't be fucking his student. But he was in heaven right now.

Pamela's pussy was so tight, so hot, and so wet. Her flesh was so soft. so smooth, yet so firm. Her face showed the struggle to take all of his manhood. Her moans, cries, and grunts singing the praises his cock as it sent surges of pleasure through her. It was everything he loved about fucking young coeds, and this was amazing.

Tyler relented to the situation as Pamela begged him to help her cum, deciding if he was going to lose his job for fucking his student, he might as well male it for the best night of sex ever. Before putting his hands on her hips, he reached up and pulled his shirt off, leaving him as naked as she was. He rocked her hips, grinding her clit into his pelvis, and sent her over the edge. He was nowhere close to cumming, but her pussy squeezed as hard as it could to set him off as well. Pamela was shaking and convulsing on top of Tyler, her orgasm washing over her.

As Pamela got off of him, and extended her hand to continue this, his mind had already come to the conclusion that he was going to fuck Pamela for all she's worth, but she had also awakened his sexual beast, the one that feasts on young coed pussy. And the beast inside of him was tired of his conquest calling the shots, even though he had no one to blame but himself for being a quivering beta male. The alpha dog in him needed to take charge.

He took Pamela's hand, and stood up, but he then immediately flung Pamela into the couch, her torso hanging off the back. He then climbed onto the couch and positioned his cock at her entrance. He said to her, "No, slut, we're going to continue this right here." before slamming his cock in as far as her pussy would allow. "You wanted to fuck your teacher, now your teacher is going to fuck you."

He began to pound into her pussy hard and fast. With her pinned to the couch, her pelvis had no where to go but get sandwiched into the cushions, so he could slam into her as hard and as fast as he could, and she'd just have to take it. He pounded mercilessly into, taking all his frustrations out on the young coed that could cost him his job. Knowing she had orgasmed, all he cared about was making himself cum. He didn't know if Pamela's screams were enjoying or dreading what he was doing to her, but it only fueled him to fuck her faster.

The frenzied fucking went on for what seemed like an eternity, the force that Tyler fucked Pamela with was bring him closer and closer to the edge. There was a voice inside of Tyler screaming at him that he couldn't cum inside her, but his alpha dog was more into conquering Pamela. As he felt the twitch in his balls, he knew he had a decision t make. But Pamela must have felt his cock throb because in between her screams, she cried out "I'm... on the... pill... Oh Fuck! Cum... inside me... Fucking cum inside me... Please! Oh Please!"

And that was all Tyler needed to hear. He turned his fucking speed up to another gear. Loud slapping noises as their groins met, Tyler feeling his soft head crashing into Pamela's cervix. She must have been cumming again because her pussy became super tight again, and this time, it's milking of Tyler's cock. He let out a roar as the first shot of sperm ejected from his cock and splashed against her Pamela cervix. He roared every time his cock fired another shot of sperm, he body tensing up even more than last time. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven, as Pamela pussy just got tighter and tighter, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Completely spent, Tyler collapsed on top of Pamela, cock still inside her, his body completely spent.

 

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Pamela had, indeed, cum a second time, the rough pummeling of her clit causing the pleasure to explode through her just a moment before Tyler exploded in her. Her body was still trembling in the aftermath as he laid her down upon the couch, each of them gasping for air as they reveled in their ecstasy.

Pamela clutched Tyler tightly, her arms around the middle of his back, her legs around the backs of his thighs, ankles crossing one another. She whispered, "Stay inside me ... don't pull out."

She began caressing his back and kissing his neck erotically, basking in the after glow. Pamela had been with her share of men determined to play the Alpha male. But not a one of them had once been strong, muscular, aggressive professional football player. Tyler's personality -- and his confidence -- may have changed when he traded in playing sports for coaching them ... when he traded in the crowd of adult women he could fuck at will for minor girls he couldn't risk being near without chaperones ... but once he'd sunk his cock inside Pamela's legal pussy, the aggressive football player was back.

Thinking about Tyler's new profession and how this probably worried him, Pamela reassured him, "You never have to fear that this will be discovered ... Teach."

She pulled her face back to look into his, wanting to see Tyler's reaction to her reminder of what he was to her. She smiled, then laughed. "I'm not the type to kiss and tell, so ... relax. I know it concerns you. This will remain between us ... so long as we get to do it again some day."

It was a subtle threat that she didn't want -- wouldn't allow -- this to be a one night stand. But her desire to remain personal with Tyler went well beyond her desire for more orgasms. After her conversation with Lilly earlier in the day, Pamela had a plan -- a risky plan -- and she just might need some muscle standing behind her to prevent further troubles similar to the one tonight that had resulted in her high school teacher fucking her.

 

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Tyler was coming down from his own earth shattering orgasm. As he laid on top of Pamela, he knew there was no going back at this point. Not only did Pamela want to fuck Tyler again, but he wanted to fuck her again. As he gazed at Pamela and she mentioned she wouldn't tell anyone, he relied, "You can't tell anyone, I could be fired if the school finds out about this. I hear the rumors the high schools tell about being with me. So far, I've never fucked any of my students, except for you. You can't tell anyone about this."

As he felt his cock softening, he was reminded that he had just fucked Pamela without protection. He looked down at her and said, "You couldn't have grabbed a condom before we fucked? I mean, I'm clean, no STDs. I'm glad you told me you were on the pill. There was no way I would have came inside you otherwise."

 

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"I'm clean, and I'm protected," Pamela assured Tyler. Of course, people more concerned with the immediate pleasures of sex and less concerned with the potential hazards of the aftermath said such things often, so Pamela followed up with, "If we ever do this again, which I very much hope we do ... I would be more than willing to show you my papers."

Pamela laughed. "Sounds like I'm either a tourist showing her passport at the border ... or a border collie having her pedigree checked at a dog show."

She laughed again, explaining that she had a standing monthly appointment with an OBGYN; and she kept the current test results in her purse at all times, in case someone wanted to go bareback.

"Listen, Tyler ... I'm not a slut," she said, her tone more playful than defensive. "But ... I do like sex. I do like men. And I do like you. If you prefer to use protection next time, I'm more than willing. Probably smart anyway. But ... I kinda liked this. I'm very serious about not taking chances. All of the men I spend time with--"

She playfully slapped his bare ass, then giggled before continuing, "--like this ... they use protection or, like me, they get checked out. I demand it ... and, as I offered to you, they present me with their papers before they even get to take their cocks out to play."

She smiled, hoping Tyler understood and accepted what she had told him. Suddenly, she urged him off, wriggling her hips to cause his semi-hard cock to slip out with a humorous suctioning pop. She stated simply, "Gotta pee."

Out from under him, she padded her way naked across the large living area to the hall. She reappeared a couple of minutes later wearing a pair of boy shorts, her young firm breasts still on display. She also wore a more serious expression on her face.

"Listen, Tyler," she began, her tone hesitant. "What you did for me tonight at the hotel ... dealing with that guy. I never really thanked you for it. This--"

She gestured back and forth between their naked bodies to ensure that Tyler knew that this meant the sex they'd just enjoyed. "This wasn't a thank you. I didn't fuck you out of appreciation. I ... just wanted to fuck you."

She listened to his response to what she'd said, then continued with the same serious tone, "Sometimes ... the men I spend time with ... they ... they aren't always as nice to me as you were tonight. Oh, it doesn't happen often, but ... it does happen. And ... sometimes ... it's nice to know that I have someone watching my back. You know what I mean?"

He didn't. Well, maybe the part about protecting her, but certainly not about what Pamela was leading him toward. But then, how could he? She was being extremely vague; and she was an 18 year old student who shouldn't be involved in the career she'd chosen and become very good at. How could he possibly understand where Pamela was going with this?

She walked away a few steps before turning to face the man again, studying him for a long moment. Her lips spread in a wide smile. "Did you enjoy sex with me, Tyler?"

She knew what the answer was going to be, but she wanted to hear it anyway. After he'd answered, she said without modesty, "I'm pretty good at what I do in bed." She laughed, continuing, "Or on the couch ... or in the pool, back seat, public bathroom ... where ever. Men really like what I do for them ... to them, with them."

She moved a bit closer to him, reaching out to stroke a finger along his jaw line for a moment before telling him her secret. "Tyler, they like it enough ... that they pay me a lot of money to do it." She hesitated just a moment, continuing, "I'm a call girl, Tyler. A prostitute."

She gave him a moment to contemplate her statement, finishing, "And ... I make a lot of money at it. But now ... I need to make more. A lot more. Something has come up, and I need to make a lot more than I can on my own. So ... I'm contemplating putting together a little group of other women ... young women ... students ... from Harrison High. They'll all be legal age, 18 years old and better, of course. But ... I'm going to need someone ... a big strong man ... to watch my back, should I run into any troubles like I did tonight."

She sat on the coffee table before him, then -- letting her knees part wide, showing the dark spot on her panties from the leakage of their combined juices -- she asked, "Are you that man?"

 

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Tyler sat there as he heard Pamela explain things to him. He was still trying to process the fact that he just fucked his student and came in her pussy. He was confused by what she meant by all of the men that she spends time with. He knew there were other guys like him that liked young girls, was she caught up in that as well? As she got out from underneath him and needed to pee, he sat there, still trying to process everything in his head. No 18 year old he fucked ever got tested, or demanded her lovers get tested as well. What was she talking about?

Once she came back and started talking about the incident at the hotel, he heard her before saying to her, "I guess I don't understand why you think that. You weren't fucking like you were only doing it to thank me. It was clear you wanted to fuck me."

When she started talking about protection, he replied "I mean, you are my student. I wasn't expecting to meet you at a hotel bar tonight, but I'm going to protect you, even though you still haven't explained to me why you were at that hotel bar tonight?"

Tyler knew she was dodging when she didn't answer and just went back to asking about sex with her. He replied, "Yes, but.." but she interrupted him by talking about what she did in bed as she approached closer to him.

And then she said she was a prostitute, and everything now made sense to Tyler. He just sat there, unsure what to say. He knew she knew there was no way he could turn her in, because she could then turn around and accuse him of being one of her Johns, which would get him fired. She didn't seem like she was trying to get him in a blackmail situation. It didn't take long before she explained what her angle was, needing some form of protection.

As she sat down and opened her legs, enticing him again. He sat there for a minute and contemplated everything. He finally opened his mouth.

"I don't know, Pamela. I mean, less than an hour ago, I would never have thought of fucking one of my students, for fear of losing my job. Not, not only have I crossed that line, but the student who wanted me to fuck her is now telling me she's a prostitute, and wants to start an illegal prostitution ring with her fellow 18 year old students, and wants me to be her pimp in said prostitution ring, when she had to basically force me to fuck her. Now, not only are we talking losing my job, but also potentially being thrown in jail."

Tyler looked down, seeing his cock, covered in his sperm and her pussy juice, just like it was leaking out of her onto her panties. He was unsure of what he wanted, he was still confused.

"I can't answer that right now, Pam. I... I... this is all happening so fast..."

 

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Pamela caught sight of Tyler glancing down to his still exposed cock and couldn't help but smirk a bit. It twitched just a bit before he looked back up, but she didn't know whether that was because of the slight chill in the air, an unconscious reflex, or a desire to get busy again.

"I can't answer that right now, Pam. I... I... this is all happening so fast..."

Pamela moved forward, dropping to her knees between Tyler's thighs and pressing in closer to him. "I know, and ... I'm sorry. Really."

She glanced down at his cock again, looking back up with that devil's smile before saying, "I'm sorry, but then ... I'm not sorry, too. I enjoyed fucking you, Tyler. I enjoyed ... fucking you, Tyler. I wasn't working. Believe me. That ... what just happened between you and me ... that was just us, and if it never happens again, I want you to know that it was very special to me ... and I'll never forget it."

She leaned in closer and pressed her lips to his in a soft yet erotic kiss before pulling back to continue. "You wouldn't be a pimp. You would never have anything to do with the money end of the business. I already have that handled. And you wouldn't have to solicit business. I mean, if you know someone who might enjoy a beautiful, sexy, teenage girl like you just did..."

As she continued, she allowed one of her hands to slowly caress its way down Tyler's muscular torso. If he did nothing to stop it, the hand would eventually come to rest in his crotch where it would gently toy with his still-glistening cock while she talked.

She continued, "...I would be grateful of the referral. But ... it might just be better if you remained the muscle." She let him think about that word for just a moment before explaining exactly what she needed from him. "Like tonight, sometimes men forget that just because they've paid for my time ... they don't own me. And, like tonight, they sometimes get ... rough. What I need from you is someone who can sit quietly in the back ground ... maybe on a bar stool or in a corner booth ... maybe on the deck out yonder..."

Pamela nodded toward the sliding glass door that led to the deck, then to the beach that she so badly did not want to give up. She continued, "...just to let a potentially troublesome John know who he'll be dealing with if he gets ... out of line."

She kissed him again, changing her tone a bit to say, "Listen, Tyler ... I'm not asking you to beat men up every night. I mean..." She caressed her other hand over his still impressive pecs as she smiled. "...look at you. Any man would take one look at you ... with that scowl you gave that guy tonight ... and they would know that the aftermath of fucking with me or one of my girls the wrong way would be a bad idea. I just ... I just need someone who scare the questionable Johns back on the correct path."

Pamela gave Tyler a moment to respond, then smirked devilishly again. She told him with a knowing tone, "And you would be compensated ... generously."

She glanced down to his groin again for a moment, implying that sex was part of that compensation as she also told him, "And I don't just mean with money."

 

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As Pamela knelt in front of him, Tyler couldn't help but feel his hormones start to get going again, wanting to enjoy the young woman again. He listened to her passionate enticement to join her cause, enjoying the kiss she gave him, although she ended it could really begin.

He let her hand wander his body, ending down at his glistening cock, taking it in her hand as it slowly came back to life. Once she finished her offer and explaining what she needed, he kept silent, contemplating what she was offering. He still wasn't sure, this was all happening so fast. He wanted the access to these 18 and 19 year old girls, but at the cost of getting involved in illegal activity.

But all of that was secondary to the fact that he needed to fuck Pamela again.

He finally spoke. "Well... I don't think I can give you an answer tonight... I mean... I still have plenty of money saved up from my NFL career... I'd be gracious to get some compensation... but what I could really use, both right now and in the future, is access to these young girls for my own needs..."

He then gave his own devilish grin. "Care to give me another taste of the service you provide?"

 

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Tyler's cock hardened quickly and fully within Pamela's slowly moving hand, and she knew that whether or not he decided to become her muscle, at least she had him for another fuck tonight.

He surprised her, though, when he told her...

"...but what I could really use, both right now and in the future, is access to these young girls for my own needs..."

She smiled wider. She asked with a playfully accusing tone, "I'm not enough for you then...? You want all of them."

That last part wasn't a question but a statement. It didn't surprise Pamela that Tyler would want a taste of each of the sweet young things she recruited. In fact, recruitment might be enhanced if Pamela had a male to help audition the prospective prostitutes. She told him, "I think some of them might like that, but ... I can't guarantee anything right now ... anymore than you can. Is that enough for now?"

"Care to give me another taste of the service you provide?"

She leaned in to kiss him erotically again, then stood and took his hand. "Let's continue this in my bedroom."



The next three hours were loud, noisy, sweaty, and very fulfilling for both of them. Pamela began the activity by shifting entirely into working mode to show Tyler just how good she could truly make a man feel. She laid him back in the middle of her bed and straddled him in a 69. But Pamela kept her boy shorts on and forbade the man from touching her sexually, threatening, "Touch my pussy, and we're done for the night."

She went to work on his cock like few if any women likely ever had before. Pamela knew the difference between pleasuring and teasing, but each man was a bit different. It took her several minutes of licking, sucking, and caressing to find that difference with Tyler's big cock; and once she did she began pleasuring his bulbous head, his sensitive balls, and the shaft running between them with great intent. She listened to his moans and felt the movement of his body, particularly his chest between her parted thighs. Pamela kept her pussy off Tyler, to concentrate solely upon his own pleasure; and any time she even thought he was contemplating sliding his hands from her calves where she'd ordered them to remain, she warned him off.

By the time Pamela took the shining bulb of Tyler's cock into her mouth, then worked up and down on it to sink the entire length of it into her mouth and throat, he was primed! She only had to deep throat his thick shaft a dozen, maybe a dozen and a half times before his orgasm arrived. Pamela pulled her mouth back until the end of his cock was resting on her tongue, then stroked his wet length hard and fast as it pulsed again and again and again onto her tongue.

When the ejaculations finally ended, she dismounted from him, looking at him for a moment with a wide smile before conspicuously swallowing his load. She smiled again, telling him, "My god, do you ever run out?"

She peeled off her panties and straddled Tyler, working him gently into her pussy, which was sopping wet but tight again. As his bulb parted her, she looked down into his face, challenging, "First one to cum ... is the other's bitch for the rest of the night."

Pamela actually thought she could drive the man to another orgasm before she herself came, but it wasn't to be. She rode him hard, deep, and fast, taking several different angles over him to raise the pleasure within to the necessary peak, but instead Pamela's own body was screaming at her to finish this. Finally unable to resist any longer, she parted her knees further, leaned forward more to press her clit solidly upon him groin, and rocked her body back and forth quick and short.

It only took seconds for ecstasy to come to the teen. Her deep moans had quickly become sharp cries, and her sharp cries became a long scream as the euphoria overwhelmed her. Pamela continued rocking to and fro on Tyler's shaft causing her climax to stretch out ten ... fifteen ... twenty seconds ... as her torso began to lose control and eventually collapsed down upon his glistening body.

Pamela lost contact with reality for ... well, for a long time, her entire form trembling down deep inside. She just lay there, gasping for air as her fingers clutched at his hair. When she was finally able to form words, she only whispered, "I'm your bitch."

 

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Tyler enjoyed the work Pamela was doing on his cock. Knowing she was a prostitute now made it clear how this young girl was so good at worshiping his manhood. She was so good, he was amazed how fast it took her to get him on edge. It didn't take long before he was huffing and puffing and getting ready to burst. Her deep throating skills were the final trigger and he exploded again, shooting his thick load into the back of her throat.

She started riding him again, having already blown three times, tonight, he knew this was probably going to be his last fuck before he would need to be done for the night. When she said the terms for this little competition, he knew she would cum before he did, which happened easily.

When she said, "I'm your bitch" he immediately flipped her over and parted her legs, thrusting in and fucking her missionary. He put all of his focus into pounding into her. He let his hands wander all over her, his ass, her tits, her hair. He was treating her like his fuck toy, pulling her nipples, groping her tits hard, smacking her ass, trying to get himself over the edge one more time.

As he felt himself getting closer, he flipped her onto her stomach, and started fucking her from behind, fucking her hard and fast, pummeling her with his cock, trying to get himself to cum. The fucking was rough, making Pamela his bitch as he said, until he finally came for the last time, exploding in her pussy again. Spent, he collapsed on top of Pamela, eventually rolling off of her, and passing out on her couch.

The next day, Tyler groggily woke up, trying to figure where he was and if last night was a dream, quickly remembering it wasn't. Although he was in the bed by himself, Pamela mysteriously gone. Finding a clock, he saw that it was 1 PM. His stomach growled, needing food.

He walked out into the hall, naked, looking for Pamela. He sees two signs taped to the wall adjacent to her door, one with an X pointing towards the main hall where they fucked last night, and one with a checkmark that led to another hall that seemed to be Pamela's private wing. The hallway led to an open area living room and kitchen combo.

Looking around, There was a hand written note on the espresso machine's power button that says "You know where to touch me to make it feel right" with a smiley face on it. After making a espresso for himself, to shake out the cobwebs in his head, he found a second note with an arrow pointing toward the fridge that says "Omelette on the top shelf. Nuke for 44 seconds. Don't forget to hydrate. You worked hard last night" with another smiley face.

He followed the directions and ate the omelette alone, finding it passable. He wasn't sure how well Pamela cooked, but he knew he could make a better omelette. He eventually walked back to Pamela's room, finding her private bathroom and hopping in the shower.

 

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Pamela had awoken early, despite the energetic night. She'd never been able to sleep soundly next to another person, whether boyfriend or girlfriend, John or Joan. It had always been a disappointment concerning the first group -- BFs and GFs -- because she'd never been able to enjoy a truly good night of sleep after love making; but concerning the second group -- clients -- Pamela had always been thankful that she could awake at even the slightest movement of the other person. She'd had a couple of scary moments early on in her career, including once when the guy awoke and tried to cuff her to the headboard; and another when she awoke to find the guy negotiating with two other guys over how much they'd pay him to have their own shot at her.

By the time Tyler had arisen, padded around the house naked, ate, showered, and eventually dressed, Pamela had already done all of that herself and met with her classmate Lilly in the smaller of the estate's two houses, Lilly's actual home (for now).

(OOC: This mentioned meeting happens in this post in the thread "Becoming Lyla". To enjoy the entire universe of "The High School Hookers Club", you should subscribe to and follow it as well.)

Pamela had made her way down to the beach in between preparing Lilly and John's rising, where she was still reading a book as Lilly appeared once more. Lilly watched as the girl neared, studying her expression and body language. She wasn't convinced that it was good news.

"He's coming down here in an hour," the younger student said as she neared. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," Pamela answered, "so long as you remember what we discussed."

Before sending Lilly on her way toward John Hanford's house, Pamela had given the younger woman instructions on what to say if he tried to make a connection between her asking for money for sex and her inviting him down to Harvey's house. The story was -- and would remain, Pamela hoped -- that the two were classmates and friends, that Lilly sometimes stayed overnight, but that Pamela knew nothing about Lilly's attempt to get money from John for services rendered.

Pamela wasn't ready to reveal to John what she did for a living, obviously. And she was still torn on when she would reveal that fact to Lilly, though she had a feeling it would be this very weekend. Hell, Pamela hadn't intended on revealing it to Tyler, but the situation had just been right. And it seemed to have helped, because after telling him that she fucked people for a living, they'd had one fucking energetic night using each other's bodies.

"I have to go inside to attend to my guest," Pamela said rising from her chair and setting aside her book. She glanced up to the main house in which Tyler was by now surely up and around, then back to Lilly. With a serious tone, she instructed Lilly to please use the second stair case rising to the plateau on which the estate set above the beach level, saying, "My guest is ... shy. He doesn't want anyone to know he's here."

"Anyone I know?" Lilly asked, smirking playfully. When Pamela only smiled back and headed for the main steps, the younger girl said, "I'm going to wait here ... to see if John shows."

Pamela hesitated, looking back to, as well as up and down the girl before smiling and saying, "Trust me. He'll show." She started away again, then hesitated to tell Lilly, this is a private beach, so ... feel free."

Without clarifying what she knew the girl would understand, Pamela headed back into the house where she found Tyler mostly dressed, save for his shoes and tie. She sauntered up to him, slipped her arms around his neck, and gave him a passionate kiss as her lower body pressed into his. She told him good morning, kissed him again, then -- lowering one hand to his groin -- found his cock hardening again.

"Down boy," she teased despite having been the cause of its awakening. She laughed as she pulled away, taking Tyler's hand and leading him back the way she'd come, telling him over her shoulder, "I want to show you something."

She led Tyler out the open patio door onto and across the deck until they were standing just a bit back from the railing. She nodded toward Lilly, who had gotten the hint and was now laying back in a lounge chair in nothing but a tiny thong.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Pamela said, looking down at the firm, B cup breasts that showed little effect to the laws of gravitational pull. "She's going to be my first girl."

Pamela looked to Tyler for his reaction, then smiled and said in a soft but suggestive tone, "After she's committed to joining my new business venture ... I'm sure I could arrange an, um ... introduction. You know ... if you aren't concerned about another student from Harrison knowing you're fucking their classmates."

 

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As Tyler showered, he seriously thought about Pamela's offer. He had been thinking for a while about a career change anyway. As much as he loved football, working as an Offensive Line coach for a prep school that didn't put so many resources into a winning football program, Tyler had been losing the fire to coach. He was also starting to not get along with the head coach, and could tell he wanted his son, who was retiring from the NFL as an offensive lineman at the end of the season, to be on his staff. So Tyler was already thinking of getting out while the getting was good.

His mind then wandered to last night with Pamela. He had determined after his divorce that marriage wasn't for him, that he had no desire for children, and his penchant for young flesh would never be permanently satiated with one woman, this would give him access to a revolving door of young pussy that wouldn't think he was terrible for not wanting a commitment with them.

The only issue left to resolve was the problem that this crop of young vixen were his classmates, and if caught, he could be in big trouble. However, the more he thought about, the more he wasn't really keen on continuing as a teacher. He still had plenty of money saved up that he didn't need his job, and as much as he thought it would be a noble thing to teach the youth, in practice it was a nightmare. He had an old USC teammate that had been bugging him for years that he had connections with some of LA's top athletes that would pay him way more than the school to help with security. They wouldn't care if he had a little side business with young prostitutes. Hell, they'd probably be willing.

As he got out of shower, Tyler realized there was no way he could quit in the middle of the school year, though. He'd have to finish out the year, which meant 7 months of hiding that he was banging the 18 year old students. He could make it work. Come June, he could be out of Harrison High, and then he would have no issues. As he put his clothes on, his mind had been made up, right as Pamela was coming in.

As Pamela showed him this girl by the pool wearing just a thong, Tyler immediately wanted to fuck the young vixen, whom he did not recognize. But as much as his cock responded to Pamela's touch, he had his fill of pussy last night, not needing to fuck her just yet.

Responding to Pamela's offer, Tyler said. "I'm still a little concerned about fucking students from Harrison High. But the thing is, even before last night, I had been contemplating a career change. A buddy of mine wants me to join him working security for some of the star athletes in town. I have to wait until the end of the school year, but I've been thinking about getting out."

He turned to face Pamela. "I'm willing to help you, but you have to absolutely certain that none of the girls you have me work with are going to blab away that they are fucking me. I already have enough teeny boppers spreading rumors that I've bedded them, and I've had enough plausible deniability until now. I just need you to keep it on the down low, until you graduate in June, and I can resign from Harrison. Then I won't care anymore who you tell I'm fucking."

 

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"I've been thinking about that," Pamela said, taking Tyler's arm and leading him toward the kitchen with a desperate need for more caffeine. "We need to find you a cover story ... something that will take the attention off the fact that you are ... unattached."

She asked if he wanted anything more from the kitchen before she had to leave for the day, then continued, "You need a girl friend, Tyler. Oh, she doesn't have to be someone you're serious about. She just has to be someone you can bring 'round the school once a week or so ... let the other teachers'n staff see her. Students, too. Soon as the other girls think you're fucking a real woman, it'll kind of take the steam out of their I'm sucking the football coach's cock sails."

She sipped at her coffee, letting him think about the idea for a moment, then smirked devilishly as she said, "I have someone in mind, if you don't. She'd like you." She laughed, clarifying, "She'd like your cock anyway. Want me to make an introduction?"

 

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Tyler sat there with the coffee that he asked for and contemplated Pamela's thoughts. He told her what immediately came to mind. "Possibly, although after my divorce, I'm done with relationships. If she wants to have some fun and doesn't mind me sleeping with other women, sure. But if she's looking for some commitment, I can't give that to her and would rather not hurt her like I did my ex."