Student By Day Escort By Night: Parts 1 and 2
“Goddamn it,” Mark muttered, dragging a hand through his messy hair. “We’re never gonna get ahead like this, Kel. I can’t even afford a fucking burger.”
Kelly looked up, her blonde ponytail swinging a little. She was in a worn tank top and denim cutoffs, her legs still carrying a faint tan from a summer. “I’ve got that tutoring thing tomorrow,” she said. “Twenty an hour. It’s something I guess.”
“Twenty bucks?” Mark let out a sharp laugh, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “That’s a Band-Aid on a broken leg. Rent’s twelve hundred, Kel, and that’s before the electric bill or your textbooks. We’re screwed.”
She sighed, tossing her phone onto the rug with a soft thud. “What am I supposed to do, Mark? I’m trying everything. You’re the one who signed up for the whole doctor thing.”
He smirked, “Yeah, well, the doctor thing’s not exactly paying the bills yet.” He paused, his gaze drifting over her—her tank top clinging to her chest, the curve of her hips in those shorts. His thoughts raced to something twisted, something he’d been nursing for months, a thought he hadn’t dared say out loud until now. He shifted, trying to appear sure of himself. “I’ve been thinking.”
Kelly raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Oh, boy. Another one of your brightideas?”
“Just hear me out,” he said, his voice dropping, smoother now, like he was pitching something dangerous. He patted the couch next to him. “C’mere.”
She hesitated, then climbed up beside him, tucking her legs under her. “What’s this about?”
Mark licked his lips, his heart thumping. “You’re gorgeous, Kel. Like, guys can’t stop staring at you—I see it every time we’re out. What if we… used that?”
Her brow creased. “Used what? My looks?”
“Yeah,” he said, a grin creeping across his face. “Your body, your face, all of it. What if you started, y’know… escorting?”
Kelly’s mouth fell open. “Are you shitting me?”
“I’m serious,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low, but urgent. “Think about it. One night, a couple hundred bucks. Maybe a grand if the guy’s got deep pockets. We’d be out of this mess in no time.”
She let out a laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “You want me to sleep with random guys for cash? That’s your big plan?”
“Not just that,” he said, his hand finding her thigh, squeezing lightly. “I’d be there. Watching. Maybe… getting in on it sometimes.”
Her eyes widened, a flush crawling up her neck. “What the hell, Mark? You’re into that?”
He nodded, his breath catching. “Hell yeah. I’ve thought about it for ages—you with some guy, him fucking you, your lips around him, cum all over your face. It’s hot, Kel. And it’d solve our problems.”
Kelly stared at him, her mind racing. She wanted to slap him, but there was a tiny spark in her chest—his words were crude, but they stirred something she didn’t want to admit. “You’re out of your mind,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Maybe,” he said, his hand creeping higher, brushing the hem of her shorts. “But we’re desperate. And you’d be fucking incredible at it.”
She swallowed hard, caught between anger and the cold truth: they were drowning. “I wouldn’t even know how to start,” she said finally, her voice small.
“I’ll take care of it,” Mark said, his excitement practically vibrating off him. “I’ll find the guys, make sure they’re legit. You just show up and… be you.”
Two days later, Kelly stood in front of the chipped bathroom mirror, tugging at the black lace lingerie Mark had picked out. Her stomach was a mess of nerves, but the promise of $300 for this first “client” kept her from bolting. The guy was some middle-aged suit, Mark had said. Clean, discreet, cash upfront. Mark was perched on the edge of their bed, buzzing with anticipation, his phone pinging with last-minute texts.
“You good?” he asked, his eyes roaming over her. The lingerie hugged her curves, her nipples just visible through the sheer fabric.
“I guess,” she muttered, fiddling with the straps. “You’re sure about this?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, standing to pull her close. His hands slid down her back, gripping her ass. “You’re gonna knock this guy’s socks off. And I get a front-row seat.”
The knock came at 7:03 p.m. Mark swung the door open, revealing a stocky guy in a wrinkled suit—graying hair, a bit of a gut, but not bad-looking. He held a leather briefcase and a nervous smile.
“Hey, uh, I’m Tom,” he said, glancing between them. “We talked?”
“Yeah, come in,” Mark said, stepping aside. “This is Kelly.”
Tom’s eyes landed on her, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Wow. You’re… stunning.”
“Thanks,” Kelly said, forcing a smile. She felt naked, vulnerable, but Mark’s eager grin behind Tom grounded her. This was for them.
They moved to the bedroom, the air heavy with awkward tension. Tom set his briefcase on the dresser, pulling out an envelope. “Three hundred, as discussed,” he said, handing it to Mark.
Mark tucked it away, then dropped into a chair in the corner. “Go for it, man. She’s all yours.”
Tom hesitated, then stepped toward Kelly. “You’re okay with this?” he asked, his voice low, almost kind.
She nodded, her throat tight. “Yeah. Let’s just… do it.”
His hands were clumsy but eager, cupping her breasts through the lace. “God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing her nipples. They stiffened, and Kelly bit her lip, a flicker of shame mixing with a warmth she didn’t expect.
“Take it off,” Mark said from the corner, his voice rough, almost hungry. “Let him see you.”
Tom fumbled with the clasp, freeing her breasts. He groaned, his hands palming them, then leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth. Kelly gasped, her hands grabbing his shoulders. The wet heat of his tongue sent a spark straight through her, and she hated how her body responded.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Mark said, his hand drifting to his jeans. “Harder, man.”
Tom listened, his mouth working her nipple while his other hand slid down her stomach, tugging at her panties. Kelly stepped out of them, her breath shaky as his fingers brushed her. She was wet—humiliatingly so—and Tom noticed.
“Damn, you’re ready,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. He pushed a finger inside her, slow and thick, and she moaned before she could stop herself.
“Two fingers,” Mark said, his voice tight, almost desperate. “Open her up.”
Tom added another, pumping them steadily, his thumb circling her clit. Kelly’s legs shook, her hips moving on their own. “Oh, shit,” she whispered, her head falling back.
“On your knees,” Tom said suddenly, pulling his fingers out. He unzipped his pants, freeing a thick cock, already slick at the tip. “Suck me.”
Kelly glanced at Mark, who nodded, his hand now inside his jeans. She sank to her knees, the carpet scratching her skin, and took Tom into her mouth. He groaned, loud and raw, his hand tangling in her hair.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted, thrusting gently. “Deeper.”
She relaxed her throat, taking him in, spit dripping down her chin. The taste of him was sharp, salty, and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing. Tom’s hips jerked, his grip tightening.
“Look at you,” Mark said, his voice low, almost reverent. “You love it, don’t you?”
She hummed around Tom’s cock, the vibration making him curse. “I’m close,” he warned, pulling her off. “I want your face.”
Kelly leaned back, chest heaving, as Tom stroked himself fast. “Open up,” he panted, and she did, tongue out. His cum hit her lips, her cheeks, warm and sticky, dripping down her chin. She flinched but held still, letting it happen.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Mark rasped, his own hand moving faster. He came in his jeans with a low groan, his eyes glued to her.
Tom zipped up, still catching his breath. “Worth every cent,” he said, grabbing his briefcase. “I’ll be in touch.”
When he was gone, Mark pulled Kelly into his lap, kissing her messy mouth. “You were fucking perfect,” he whispered, his tongue darting out to taste the cum on her cheek. “We’re gonna make a killing.”
Kelly shivered, caught between revulsion and a dark, pulsing thrill. This was their new reality—and it was only the start.
Those first couple weeks just kinda melted into this weird mix of money coming in and sticky messes everywhere. Kelly’s escort thing blew up way quicker than Mark ever figured it would. Word got around quietly through whatever shady connections he had going. Dudes started hitting her up, calls, texts, emails. Some were total newbies, all jittery and shit; others were pros who knew exactly what they were after.
This one guy made her dress like a schoolgirl and pretend he was her teacher while he punished her for being a bad girl in class. Their shitty apartment still reeked of mold and bad vibes, but at least the bills got paid, and Mark could splurge on something other than ramen.
Kelly got used to it. That starting hesitation she had turned into this gritty determination. She wasn’t head over heels for it—not like Mark was—but damn, the way she had these guys wrapped around her finger, shaking when she touched ‘em, that was something. And Mark? Dude was hooked. He’d park his ass in that wobbly chair in the corner, eyes all wide, jerking off while she did her thing. When he couldn’t make it—med school classes or labs getting in the way—he’d grill her for every little detail later, his hands all over her as she spilled it.
Tonight it was just her. Mark had a late anatomy class, and the client, this skinny dude named Derek, wasn’t down for spectators. Kelly fixed her red satin bra in the mirror, the straps biting into her skin a bit and the matching thong didn’t cover shit. She’d gotten pretty damn good at—acting the part, flipping the switch on the with the flirting. Derek was chilling in the living room, legs spread on the couch like he paid rent, cracking open one of their beers.
“You’re even hotter up close,” he said, voice all rough and scratchy. He was around 30, scruffy beard, tats crawling up his arms. Jeans hugging tight, cock hard as a rock with an obvious outline.
“Thanks,” Kelly said, as she strutting over. She hopped up on the armrest, crossing her legs so the thong shifted, giving him a peek. “So, what’s the plan tonight?”
Derek grinned, putting the beer down. “Whatever I can get for my hour.” He dropped 400 cash on the table. “But you’re gonna work for it.”
She nodded, slipping into his lap. His hands were on her instantly, grabby and placing her on his cock as he squeezed her tits through the satin bra. “Damn, these feel good,” he muttered, pulling the bra down. Her nipples popped out, and he pinched one hard enough to make her moan a bit.
“Take it easy,” she said, but it came out all breathy, her pussy was already getting wet.
“Nope,” he shot back, smirking. “I like it rough. You’re taking it.” He flipped her face-down on the couch, yanked the thong off her legs. Cool air hit her ass, then she heard his zipper, the crinkle sound as he tore open a condom.
“Spread,” he barked, smacking her cheek. It stung like a bitch, but she liked it. His fingers slid in, rough and quick, feeling how wet she was. “Shit, you’re soaked. You’re a little slut, aren’t ya?”
Kelly bit her lip, face smashed into the cushion. “Just fuck me already,” she said, half pushing him, half begging.
Derek chuckled, deep and filthy. “Oh, I am.” He positioned his cock and pushed its head in slightly to get it a little wet, then slammed in hard. She yelped, the stretch burning, but he didn’t let up—just pounded away, couch shaking. “Just take it, babe,” he grunted, hands digging into her hips. “Fuck, your pussy is tight.”
Her nails dug into the fabric, moans slipping out even though she tried to hold ’em. “Harder,” she gasped, not even meaning to say it. It just came out sounding all desperate.
“Fuck yes,” Derek growled, slapping her ass again. “You love this shit, huh?” He grabbed her ponytail, jerked her head back. “Say it.”
“I love it,” she choked, voice shaking. Her clit was screaming, so she reached down, rubbing fast while he railed her.
“That’s right,” he said, thrusts getting messy. “Rub that pussy. Cum for me, whore.”
The words did it. Orgasm crashed over her, pussy squeezing him tight, screams ripping out through the shitty apartment. Derek groaned, buried deep one last time, cumming hard. He pulled out, ditched the condom on the floor.
“God damn,” he panted, zipping up. “Worth every penny.” He leaned over and kissed her, then bounced.
Kelly stayed on the couch, breathing heavy, thighs shaking. She wiped her face, mascara smudged, grabbed her phone.
Mark’s text was there like she expected:
“How’d it go? Tell me EVERYTHING.”
She typed back, fingers wobbly:
“Rough af. Got 400. Call when ur done.”
Mark rolled in at midnight, reeking of lab chemicals and horned up thinking about Kelly getting roughed up all night. She was in bed, fresh from the shower but still buzzing from Derek, robe half-open. He dumped his bag, crawled in, kissing her hard before she could say hi.
“Tell me,” he said, hand sliding under the robe. “What’d he do?”
She smirked, pressing into him. “Fucked me doggy on the couch. Hard as hell. Pulled my hair, called me a whore. Too bad you missed all the fun.”
Mark groaned, fingers hitting her pussy, still sore. “Fuck, Kel. Did he make you cum?”
“Yeah,” she said, legs opening more. “I was playing with my pussy while he pounded me. Screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear me.” She laughed.
“Mmm, I bet,” he hissed, sliding two fingers in.
She was already wet from thinking about the pounding she took, and his fingers went in easy.
“Wish I saw it. Him pounding you like that. You ass bouncing with every thrust.”
Kelly moaned, grinding on his hand. “He smacked it too. Fucker left a mark.”
Mark flipped her over, yanked the robe off. Faint red print on her cheek, he growled, and squeezed her ass hard. “So fucking hot. My turn now.”
He stripped quick, cock rock hard—hardest in weeks. No condom, just spread her and slid in, “Still tight,” he muttered, going deep. “Even after he stretch you out like that.”
“Mark,” she whimpered, grabbing sheets. “Do it hard like him.”
He did—harder, hips slapping her ass, bed groaning. “You’re mine,” he grunted, biting her shoulder. She came again, her pussy still pulsing, and Mark did too, shooting inside as he pulled her hair.
They crashed out, sweaty, his cum dripping from her pussy onto the bed sheets.
“We’re killing this,” he said later, sounding cocky. “You’re a pro.”
Kelly stayed quiet, thoughts wandering. Money piling up fast. Almost 3k in three weeks—but something bugged her. Mark’s high, his control, it was all about him. She was the one getting fucked, but he was reaping all the benefits.
Next client changed everything. Victor, who wasn’t like one of her regulars. He didn’t bitch about the 500 and he paid up front. He showed up at the door dressed in a sharp suit, silver hair slicked back, oozing money and chill. Late 40s prob, but built—strong shoulders, sharp jaw.
Mark was out, another all-nighter at the lab.
“You must be Kelly,” Victor said, smooth like butter. Handed her a fat envelope. “Heard you’re cute.”
She grabbed it, pulse picking up a bit. “Thanks. So, what will it be tonight?
He smiled, stepping in close. “You on your back, legs wide. Wanna taste you first.”
Her breath caught. Most dudes just wanna fuck and bail.
She took him to the bedroom, dropped her dress, showing black lace lingerie. Victor’s wandered as he checked her out. He pushed her soft onto the bed, knelt between her legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, sliding her panties off. Tongue teasing her clut, she arched, moaning. He went at it like he was dying for it—slow, focused, sucking her clit till she squirmed.
“Fuck, Victor,” she gasped, hand in his hair. “Keep going.”
He didn’t stop, slipped two fingers in, “You taste so good,” he said against her, breathing hot. “Cum for me, princess.”
She did, and it was intense and noisy, hips jerking. He licked her through it all utill she tapped out. He then stood up and stripped the suit, cock thick and ready. “I want you to ride me,” he said, lying back.
Kelly climbed on, sinking down with a faint moan. She started rocking her hips, his hands placed firmly on her waist. “That’s it, princess he said, voice strained. “Fuck me good.”
She did, bouncing hard, tits bouncing while he looked up at her, loving it. “Incredible,” he panted, pushing up. “You’re so damn tight.”
They came together, her nails scratching his chest, his hips pumping as he shot his load deep into her pussy. His cum leaking out with his cock still inside her.
After he finished he didn’t bolt. He got dressed then Lit a cigarette. He offered her one then stood up. “You deserve better than this dump,” he said, blowing smoke. “Ever wanna leave this life?”
Kelly looked at him and knew he was serious. “Maybe. Are you here to rescue me?” She laughed.
Victor smiled. “We’ll chat again soon.”
With that he walked out the door leaving Kelly on the bed with his cum drooling out of her pussy and his words stuck in her head.
End chapter 2
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