Student by Day Escort by Night: Part 4

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Kelly’s world was splitting at the seams. But the cash piled up fast.  Over $10,000 stashed in a shoebox under the bed, but the thrill Mark chased was wearing her out. He still got off on it, jerking off to her stories, fucking her raw after every job, but she felt the grind now: the sore thighs, the bruises from rough hands, the hollow aches behind her ribs. 

Victor’s offer gnawed at her. He’d called again, upping the price to $1000 for a night at his penthouse downtown. Mark didn’t know about this one.  She’d lied and said her mom picked her up and was driving her home for a family emergency . The lie sat bitter on her tongue, but Victor’s pull was stronger than her guilt.

She stood in front of their cracked mirror, zipping up a tight red dress that hugged her curves, no bra, no panties—just the way Victor had asked. Her hair fell in loose waves, lipstick bold against her pale skin.

The burner phone buzzed. It was Victor:  “Car’s outside. Black Mercedes. V” 

She grabbed her purse, heels clicking as she slipped out, leaving a note for Mark: Back tomorrow.  Family stuff.

The driver didn’t speak, just opened the door. The leather seats smelled of money, and the city lights blurred past as they drove into the wealthier district. Victor’s building towered over downtown, all glass and steel, the penthouse was a sprawling expanse of luxury..marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, a view that made their shitty apartment feel like a cage.

Victor waited by the bar, pouring two glasses of scotch. He wore a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, his silver hair catching the light. “Kelly,” he said, his smile warm but edged with hunger. “You’re breathtaking.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the glass. Her nerves hummed, but his calm steadied her. “This place is amazing.”

“It’s home,” he said, stepping closer. His hand brushed her waist, firm but gentle. “You belong in a place like this. Not that dump.”

She sipped the scotch, the burn stung a bit. “You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.” He set his glass down, cupping her face. “Let me show you.”

He kissed her—slow, deep, tasting of liquor and softness. It wasn’t the frantic mauling she was used to; it was deliberate, consuming. She melted into it, her hands sliding up his chest. He pulled back, eyes dark. “Bedroom,” he said, voice low. “Now.”

She followed, the dress slipping off her shoulders as they went. His bedroom was massive.  A king bed with silk sheets, a chandelier casting soft light. He undressed her fully, his hands soft, tracing her tits, her hips, her ass. “Lie down,” he said, shedding his shirt. “Spread your legs.”

Kelly obeyed, the silk cool against her back. Victor stripped, his cock thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He knelt between her thighs, kissing her inner thighs, then licked her slow and deep. “Fuck, you taste divine,” he murmured, sucking her clit.

“Victor,” she gasped, hips bucking. “Oh god, yes.”

He worked her expertly, tongue flicking, fingers sliding in—two, then three, stretching her open. “So wet for me,” he said, voice rough. “Gonna make you scream, darling.”

“Mmm please,” she begged, clutching his hair. “Make me cum.”

He did—hard, her orgasm crashing through her, her cries echoing off the walls. He didn’t stop, licking her through it until she was trembling, oversensitive. Then he climbed up, rubbing his cock against her pussy. “Ready for me?” he asked, teasing her skidding his cock along her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned, pulling him closer. “Make love to me, Victor.”

He thrust in, slow and deep, filling her completely. “God, you’re tight,” he groaned, rocking into her. “So fucking perfect.”

“Harder,” she whispered, nails digging into his back. “Make me yours.”

He growled, picking up speed, his hips slamming against hers. The bed shook, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “Like this?” he panted, gripping her thighs. “Tell me how you want it.”

“Deeper,” she cried, wrapping her legs around him. “Fuck me deep, Victor.”

He obliged, angling his hips, hitting that spot that made her see stars. “You’re mine tonight,” he said, voice thick. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her pussy clenching around him. “All yours.”

They came together, her orgasm ripping through her as he spilled inside, hot and thick. He kissed her through it, swallowing her moans, his hands cradling her face. Afterward, he didn’t pull away—held her, stroking her hair, his breath warm against her neck.

“Stay,” he said later, pouring more scotch. “Not just tonight. Leave that boy. Come with me.”

Kelly stared at him, the $1000 on the nightstand a footnote to the offer. “You mean that?”

“I do,” he said, sitting beside her. “I’ve got a villa in Italy, a yacht, more money than I can ever spend. You’d never have to do this again—not unless you wanted to.”

She swallowed, the weight of it sinking in. “And Mark?”

“He’s a leech,” Victor said, voice hard. “He’s living off you and using you to live his fantasies. You’re better than that.”

She didn’t answer, but the seed he’d planted was growing.

The next morning, Mark was waiting when she got home at dawn, the apartment dark except for the flicker of his phone screen. “Where the fuck were you?” he snapped, standing. “I called you three times.”

“I was with my mom,” she lied, dropping her purse. “Relax please.”

He grabbed her arm, pulling her close. “Bullshit. You smell like expensive cologne. Who was it?”

“Some rich guy,” she said, yanking free. “What’s it matter? We’ve got money.”

“I want details,” he said, his voice dropping, hands sliding to her hips. “What’d he do to you?”

Kelly sighed, too tired to fight it. “Fucked me on silk sheets. Ate me out ‘til I screamed. Happy?”

Mark groaned, his cock hardening against her thigh. “Fuck, Kel. Get on the bed. I need you.”

She let him push her down, her dress hiked up, his jeans off in seconds. He didn’t prep her—just shoved in, groaning at her tightness. “Still wet from him,” he muttered, thrusting hard. “Love that you’re such a slut for me.”

“Mark,” she moaned, but her mind was elsewhere—Victor’s penthouse, his touch, his promise. Mark fucked her fast and rough, his hands gripping her tits, his cum filling her as he grunted her name. He collapsed beside her, smug and breathless, but she felt nothing for him any longer.

“I’m keeping this up,” he said, panting. “You’re too good at it.”

She stared at the ceiling, Victor’s words ringing louder than Mark’s. “You deserve better.”

The next day, Victor texted: “Dinner tonight. My place.”

She didn’t tell Mark, slipping out while he was at a study group. Victor cooked—steak, wine, candlelight—and ate her for desert after.. slow and sweet on the dining table, her legs over his shoulders, his tongue on her clit before he took her deep.

“Stay,” he said again, her head on his chest. “I’m serious, Kelly.”

“I need time,” she whispered, but she was already halfway gone.