Student By Day Escort By Night: Part 3

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Kelly’s encounter with Victor lingered in her mind like for days. His words—“You deserve better than this place”—echoed through the grime of their apartment, the peeling paint, the stained carpet and the mounds of dirty dishes and laundry. She hadn’t told Mark about it yet. He’d come home that night, reeking of antiseptic and coffee, and fucked her senseless while she told him all about her Victor eating her out and the size of his cock splitting her open. Mark had loved it, jerking off to the details before pinning her down and adding his own load to the mess. But Victor’s offer, vague as it was, stuck with her. It was the first time a client had seen her as more than a wet hole.

The bookings kept coming. Mark had set up a burner phone for “business,” and it buzzed constantly.  Young freshman from campus, local businessmen, even a cop once who swore he’d keep it quiet. 

Kelly’s rates climbed as her reputation grew: $500 for an hour, $800 for something kinkier. They’d made enough to cover rent for three months, stock the fridge with actual food, and buy Mark a new stethoscope. He was giddy, calling her his “golden goose,” but she felt the wear starting to show.  She had sore muscles, countless sleepless nights, the constant ache of being used.

Tonight’s client was a repeat: Jason, a lanky grad student with a trust fund and a fetish for public play. He’d paid $600 for her to meet him in the med school library after hours.  Kelly swiped into the building and looked shady as fuck.  She wore a trench coat over a sheer black teddy, her heels clicking on the linoleum as she slipped inside. The library was dim, stacks of books casting long shadows. Jason waited in the back, near the anatomy section, his glasses fogged up due to his  nerves.

“Hey,” he whispered, adjusting his backpack. “You look… fuck, you look hot.”

“Thanks,” Kelly said, untying the coat. It fell open, revealing the teddy’s plunging neckline, her nipples stiff against the fabric. Jason’s eyes bugged out, and she smirked. “Where do you want me?”

He swallowed, pointing to a study table. “There. On your back.”

She shrugged off the coat, climbing onto the table. The wood was cold against her ass, the teddy riding up as she spread her legs. Jason fumbled with his jeans, his cock springing free—long and thin, already hard. “Shit, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, stepping between her thighs.

“Then do it,” she teased, hooking a leg around his waist. “Fuck me right here.”

He didn’t waste time, shoving the teddy aside and plunging in. Kelly gasped, the sudden stretch hurt a bit, but she rolled her hips to meet him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping the table’s edge. “So wet already.”

“Harder,” she said, her voice echoing faintly in the empty room. “Give it to me harder!” 

Jason obeyed, slamming into her, the table creaking under them. Books rattled on the nearby shelves, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. His hands grabbed her tits, yanking the teddy down to squeeze them. “Your tits are perfect,” he panted, pinching her nipples. “I’m Gonna fuck you ‘til you scream.”

“Do it,” she challenged, clenching around him. “Make me scream.”

He grunted as picking up speed, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Kelly’s head tipped back, her moans slipping free despite her efforts to be quiet.  Soft needy sounds that bounced off the walls. “Yes, fuck, right there,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Shit, you’re loud,” he grunted, grinning. “Hope no one hears us before I cum you little slut.”

The words sent her over. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy pulsing around him, a scream tearing from her throat. Jason cursed, pulling out just in time to shoot across her stomach, thick ropes of cum splattering the teddy. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, breathless, wiping his cock on her thigh.

Kelly lay there, panting, the sticky mess cooling on her skin. Jason tossed the cash on the table—six crisp hundreds—and zipped up. “Next time, I want you in the lecture hall,” he said, winking. “See ya.”

She cleaned up with tissues from her bag, the library silent again. Her phone buzzed: Mark. How’d it go?

“Made $600. Fucked me on a table. Loud as hell” she typed back, smirking.

“Fuuuck. Coming home now. Gonna eat you out ‘til you beg.”

She shivered, pocketing the cash. Mark’s obsession was predictable, but it still lit her up.

He was on her the second he walked in, dropping his bag and shoving her against the wall. “Tell me,” he growled, his mouth on her neck, hands tearing at her clothes. “Every fucking detail.”

“It was actually hot.  He fucked me hard,” she said, gasping as he yanked the teddy down. “On the table, he pulled my tits out, came all over me.”

Mark groaned, dropping to his knees. He spread her thighs, his tongue diving in without preamble, lapping at her still-sensitive clit. “Taste so good,” he mumbled, sucking hard. “Love knowing he was in here.”

“Mark,” she moaned, gripping his hair. “Fuck, slow down.”

“No,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. “Gonna make you come again. I Want you wet for me.”

He did—relentlessly, his fingers curling inside her, his mouth working her clit until she shattered, thighs trembling around his head. He stood, cock out, and fucked her against the wall, her legs wrapped around him. “You’re mine,” he grunted, slamming deep. “No matter who fucks you.”

She nodded, breathless, his cum filling her as he finished. But as they collapsed onto the couch, her mind drifted back to Victor. His touch had been different—calculated.  Not this frantic, possessive need.

The next night, Victor called again. $700 this time, their apartment, no Mark. He arrived with a bottle of wine—expensive, judging by the label—and a quiet confidence that made her stomach flip. “Evening, Kelly,” he said, handing her the envelope. “You look stunning.”

She wore a silk slip, deep green, barely skimming her thighs. “Thanks,” she said, taking the cash. “Wine first, or…?”

“Wine,” he said, smiling. “Let’s talk.”

They sat on the couch, glasses in hand. He asked about her classes, her dreams—things no client ever cared about. She found herself answering, drawn in by his calm. “I don’t know,” she said finally, sipping the wine. But this wasn’t the plan.”

“I can see that,” he said, setting his glass down. “You’re worth more than this, you know.”

She laughed, bitter. “Tell that to my boyfriend.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t push. Instead, he stood, offering his hand. “Bedroom?”

She led him, the silk slipping off her shoulders as they went. He didn’t rush—undressing her slowly, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her tits. “Lie down,” he said, voice low. “I want to worship you.”

Kelly obeyed, spreading out on the bed. Victor stripped, his body lean and defined, cock thick and hard. He crawled over her, kissing down her stomach, then parted her thighs. “So beautiful,” he murmured, licking her slow and deep.

“Fuck, Victor,” she gasped, hips lifting. His tongue was masterful, circling her clit, dipping inside her, driving her wild. “More,” she begged, clutching the sheets.

He slid two fingers in, pumping them as he sucked her clit, his eyes locked on hers. “Come for me, darling,” he said, voice husky. “Let me feel it.”

She did, hard and fast, her back arching, a cry spilling out. He didn’t stop, licking her through the aftershocks until she collapsed. Then he climbed up, sliding into her with a groan. “So perfect,” he said, thrusting slow and deep. “You feel incredible.”

“Harder,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around him.

He did, picking up pace, his cock hitting every spot she needed. “Like this?” he asked, gripping her hips. “Tell me how you want it.”

“Deeper,” she moaned, nails raking his back. “Make me yours.”

Victor growled, slamming into her, their bodies slapping together. “You’re mine tonight,” he said, voice rough. “All mine.”

They came together, her pussy milking him as he spilled inside her, his breath hot against her neck. Afterward, he held her, stroking her hair—a tenderness she hadn’t felt in months.

“Think about what I said,” he murmured, dressing later. “I could take you away from this. A real life.”

She nodded, watching him go. The cash sat heavy on the dresser, but his words weighed more. Mark would be home soon, eager to claim her again, but for the first time, she wondered if she wanted him to.