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The Proposition

     It was a typical night for most college students, which
made it atypical for Jenny and her friends.  They didn’t
often hang out at the local bars, much preferring to stay in
at one of their places and watch movies or just chill for a
bit.  The bar scene was usually to loud and crowded and full
of idiot students or old letches who wanted to gawk at the
slutty sorority girls.

     Jenny, herself, was used to a few gawks, and while
flattering, she preferred a little more discretion then the
open leers such patrons usually displayed.  Dark straight
hair, tapered from font to back, and flipped just a bit on
the edges, framed her face, her dark eyes sheltered behind
her glasses.  Cute face, trim but curvy figure – not the
anorexic look that most of the girls were sporting these
days – and an outfit tight enough to show the form of her
full, perky breasts while still giving the appearance of
chaste innocents that seemed to fit so well with her whole
look.  She pretty, but at the same time untouchable and
incorruptible, adorable and enticing all at once.

     This was a night of celebration – finals were over for
the semester and summer break underway.  Being juniors and
seniors, most of the group lived in apartments or house on
or near campus and didn’t have to move away when the dorms
were cleared.  With most of the university students gone
already, the local taverns became a bit more hospitable for
people who weren’t interested in loud, noisy atmospheres.
They also wanted to do something a little different as a
means of celebrating their new-found freedom – a luxury that
lasted only a few days before the summer jobs started up.

     A few pitchers in, already, everyone was feeling loose
and relaxed.  Appetizers had found their way to the table
and were close to being on their way out again.  They could
be loud without care, as empty as the place was.  Wednesday
night wasn’t a big bar night unless you were a student;
there were a few other crowded tables, celebrating students
as well, no doubt, but they were all spaced comfortably
apart.

     The lack of crowd - that might have been what made it
easy for Jenny to spot him when he entered the bar.  He was
broad beneath the causal button-down he was wearing, and his
jeans were loose and worn – a typical college student, she
thought, with dark brown hair and, what she thought were
striking hazel eyes.  Striking because she could see the
motes of green mixed in with the brown from across the room
when his gaze met hers.  He had smiled at her, and she
returned the grin; something about him was very familiar,
yet she didn’t know why.  Maybe he had been in one of her
classes?  Maybe – but he seemed older.  A senior, now,
herself, maybe he was a grad student.  A TA at some point
perhaps?  She didn’t know.

     She found herself watching him as he strolled to the
bar, and was more that a little embarrassed when he turned
back to her and caught her eyes on him again.  His smile
brightened, but Jenny turned away before she flushed with
her embarrassment.  She returned her attention to her
friends and the food, resisting the urge to look over at him
despite feeling his eyes lingering on her from time to time.
She kept trying to place his face, but the answer seemed to
be lingering just out of reach.

     “Hey, Jenny – you’re turn for the pitcher run!”

     The words snapped her out of her thoughts and she
smiled at her friend Dave who had broken her concentration.
“Sure.”  She snatched up the empty pitcher and headed for
the bar for a refill.

     She set it on the bar and, when the bartender looked up
at her from down the bar where he was serving someone else,
she nodded to his unspoken inquiry – yes, the wanted a
refill of the same.

     Her attention intentionally focused on the bartender,
Jenny hadn’t heard him approach, just his voice in her ear.
A voice she didn’t recognize at all.  “I’ll give you twenty
bucks to suck me off in the bathroom.”

     His words made her weak in the knees for a moment, and
she nearly lost her balance.  The feel of his breath against
her neck was exhilarating, and his husk voice so delicately
whispered in her hears made her heart bound.  She had never
heard such a pick-up line, to be so bold as to brazenly
proposition her like that.  She was shocked, and it actually
took her several moments to process what he had said.  He
lingered there, his face just beyond her ear, waiting for
her response.

     Her heart fluttering, her mind racing, Jenny did not
turn to look at him.  She just spoke in the same muted tone
he had used.  “Make it one-hundred and you have a deal.”
She couldn’t believe she had said it, but even as the words
came from her mouth, she felt a renewed determination – the
nervous jitters gone, replaced by a hot wave of lust.
Somehow, for some reason, being propositioned like that by a
total strange for no apparent reason was turning her on –
and negotiating back was even more wild!

     She kept her eyes on the bartender, making sure he
wasn’t coming into ear-shot, all the while trying to seem
calm and nonchalant despite her excitement.

     “A hundred?” he said with a soft laugh.  “Forty.”

     “Seventy-five,” she fired back without hesitation.

     “For seventy-five you better be giving my balls and ass
a good licking while your down there,” he replied.

     Jenny couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or if he
was negotiating that point, making terms for what he
expected of such a payment.  She decided it was the latter.
“Deal.”

     He smiled.  She didn’t know how she knew it, but she
did.  Like she could feel his lips curling into that
pleasant, warm grin he had favored her with when he had
walked through the door.  “Deal.  Deliver that pitcher to
your friends, then meet me in the bathroom.”

     And then he was gone.  Jenny exhaled deeply, unaware
that she had been holding her breath.  She was feeling
nervous again, and her mind kept flashing through the events
of the past minute.  She had just agreed to suck a
stranger’s dick for money!  She couldn’t go through with it
– it was ridiculous!  But, it always got her so hot.  The
idea of doing it was so wild, she was practically shaking.
And yet to actually go through with it – but how could she
not, now that she had made the deal?

     She was a wash of conflicting thoughts and feelings.
Fear and excitement battled within her, and her mind tumbled
to make sense of it all.  The bartender had passed her a
refill and was now eyeing her curiously as she had made no
move to take it yet.

     “You okay, miss?” he asked.

     She looked up at him, startled.  “Oh, yes.  Fine.  Just
thinking.  Sorry.  Add it to the tab?”

     He nodded and smiled at her as she scooped up the
pitched and headed back to the table.  She glanced back at
where the strange man had been sitting, but of course he
wasn’t there.

     Jenny didn’t sit when she got back to her friends.  She
just put the pitcher down and announced she was going to use
the toilet.  For a second, she was afraid one of her friends
might decide to join her in a typical female fashion, but
none did.

     She knew as she headed towards the back that her mind
was made up.  She was nervous, and yet sure of herself.  She
would not turn back from this, not now.  Her decision was
made.  And when she got to the restrooms, she stole one look
around to make sure no one was watching her, and then she
popped through the door labeled Gentlemen.  He hadn’t
specified, but she knew.

     The urinals were, thankfully unoccupied, but all the
stall doors where closed.  She could have gotten down on
hands and knees to see which were taken, but she felt that
somehow undignified.  Instead, she went to the first one and
pushed it open.  Empty.  The second one.  Empty.  The third
one.

     She entered the stall and latched the door behind her.
New to this – both giving blow jobs in a public stall and
doing it for money, Jenny wasn’t actually sure how to
proceed.  Should she kiss him?  Should she wait for him to
pull his cock out?  Was there etiquette for such things?

     She decided that, as long as she did what she had
agreed to, he would pay her.  There was no point being coy
with someone who randomly offered her money to suck his cock
– he wasn’t the type who wanted to play around.

     She reached out and grabbed his crotch through his
jeans, feeling the heat of the hard tool throbbing beneath
the denim.  Well, at least he was ready!  She gave it a few
strokes, and then slid her hand down to massage his balls.
His eyes watched her with interest, and no small degree of
lust.
     
     “Take your shirt off,” he said, louder then a whisper,
but still low.
     
     “That wasn’t part of the deal,” Jenny murmured, amazed
at how hot she was getting from touching him, her client,
and having his telling her to get naked.
     
     “I’m paying you seventy-five dollars for this – I want
to see you tits.”  He voice was commanding, but still very
level.  No aggression or irritation, just plain fact.
     
     Jenny felt like she could protest and he would back
off.  He had that air about him, but she had no problem with
his request.  After all, she was going to suck his dick –
what did she care if he saw her tits.  That he wanted her to
show them, that he ordered it – God, that made it even
hotter!  She wanted to take her top off and display her
boobs for his eyes to feast on, and without another second’s
hesitation, she pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra,
letting both fall to the ground.
     
     His hands immediately scooped up her bare flesh,
kneading the soft mounds in his palms and squeezing gently
at her hard nipples.  Her body quaked at his touch – she had
never had such a powerful reaction from someone groping her
breasts before, but even as her head drifted back in shear
delight, she purred “You said you wanted to see them.  You
never said touch them.”
     
     He didn’t respond, but he didn’t stop, either.  In
fact, his hands tightened around her tits, and his thumbs
closed about her nipples, pinching them quite painfully.
She moaned her joy, her hand returning to caress his hard-
on.
     
     He mauled her boobs for a short time, twisting and
pulling, pinching and squeezing, and her fingers massaged
his member through his pants, dancing up and down the
hardness and rubbing across his sack.  Unable to take it any
longer, needing to feel his flesh in her hands, she fumbled
with his belt and zipper – her quaking fingers making a
usually simple task painfully difficult, but at least she
succeeded.  Her hands wrapped around his hot cock, pumping
it gently in her palm.  She had never known a cock to feel
so good just holding it, and yet someone, having this in her
hands was utter joy.
     
     He didn’t release her tits, but she pulled away all the
same, stretching them a bit before them fell away from his
grasp.  And once free, Jenny lowered herself to her knees,
pulling his pants down with her so the crumpled up about his
ankles.  Eye to eye with his cock, her sound herself
drooling with eager anticipation.  As much as she had wanted
to hold it in her hands, she desired it in her mouth even
more because that is what he was paying her to do.  It
wasn’t the money – not at all – but the fact that she was
indeed being paid.  And as her lips enclosed around the
torrid flesh of his cock, as her tongue licked at his piss-
hole, as she engulfed his shaft into the hot, moist cavern
of her mouth, she became in that moment, a whore.
     
     She moaned in pure lust and complete abandon as she
took it all into her mouth, her body quaking with desire.
She felt flushed, her flesh on fire, and with every inch
that passed into her mouth, she could feel herself getting
hotter and wetter.  In all of her time spent hooking-up,
having phone-sex, cybering, or even putting on her sexy
webcam shows – all those naughty things she did for her
sexual thrills, things she never told any of the friends
that had come here tonight who were sitting out in the
commons waiting for her return even now – she had never been
as totally and completely turned on as she was right now, in
the moments that she sunk to the absolute depravity of
selling her body, her mouth, for this stranger’s pleasure.
She wanted to touch herself, to rub her pulsing sex until
she exploded in an all consuming tide of ecstasy.  Somehow,
she managed to resist that temptation.
     
     She administered to his cock, slowly taking the thick
member deep into her mouth, then pulling back to let it
glide between her lips.  Back and forth, back and forth,
taking it very slow to tease him so that he enjoyed it
thoroughly and completely.  His hands rested on the back of
her head, something she was used to guys doing from her
previous oral experiences, but somehow it felt dirtier with
him touching her like that, and she loved it.
     
     After a few minutes of loving attention, she let his
cock fall from her lips and she lowered her mouth to his
dangling sack.  Her tongue snaked out and lapped along the
crinkly skin.  His balls were completely shaven, something
she had never experienced before, but she liked it – the
look and the feel against her tongue.  It made it more
pleasant, even more so when, after thoroughly lapping every
bit of his scrotum, she sucked one testicle into her mouth
and suckled on it.  She released it, then the sucked in the
other, then took them both at once, tickling his nuts with
her tongue as she held them in her mouth.  His soft groans
of pleasure were music to her ears.
     
     Being that he was the client, Jenny rationalize, she
would have to do everything, so it was not her place to make
him turn around to present her with his ass, but rather her
duty to move behind him to complete the tasks agreed upon at
the bar.  And that line of thinking sent a pulse of
electricity shoot up from her hot pussy, sending shivered of
delight racing through her body.  She couldn’t believe how
delightful prostituting herself out to this man was for her.
     
     She shuffled around behind him, squeezing between the
small space between his legs and the toilet, and lowered her
lips to his ass.  She never stopped to consider the logics
of it, the hazards – all her reasoning had been left outside
the bathroom.  In here, she was a hooker, being paid to rim
her client.  That thought was all consuming, and she never
once hesitated an instant as parted his ass cheeks with her
hands and licked her tongue across his anus.
     
     The earthy taste of his skin, the aroma, the strange
feel of the crinkly muscular ring – all of it seemed so
amazingly acute, and also so very foreign.  In her cyber
sessions, she had done some very kinky things before,
rimming a guy’s ass not being remotely the most offensive
and shocking of her experiences, but she had, regrettably,
never had the opportunity to indulge in such practices
before.  She would, given the right boyfriend, but such
things had yet to come to pass.  And now, her first time
rimming a man, and she was lapping at a stranger’s ass
because he had paid her too.
     
     She wished that all of her first times had been so
deliciously thrilling.
     
     Her tongue lapped at his tightly clenched sphincter,
and then she lowered her lips down, planting a wet kiss
right on his hole, making his suck in a deep breath, his
body shuddered.  Urged on by his reaction, Jenny continued
to lick and suck on his ass, reaching a hand around to
squeeze his cock, which jerked and pulsed at her touch.  His
voice rising with her every caress, Jenny was fueled by her
own lusty desires – she wasn’t thinking anymore, just
reacting to pleasure him and pleasure herself.  Her tongue
dipped into his anus, pushing against his hole.  His ass
relaxed, she could feel the tension melt away, and the
clutch slacked a bit – not enough for any real penetration,
but the very tip of her tongue slid in enough to be squeezed
tightly by his rear.  They were both giving voice to their
delight.
     
     Leaning her weight against the toilet, not giving a
passing thought to the fact that it was pressed up against
her naked flesh, she continued to kiss and lap at his ass
while gently stroking his throbbing cock with one hand and
cupping his balls in the other.  His breathe was coming
faster and faster, his moans growing in intensity with every
moment.  She could feel him approaching his orgasm, and she
felt the same building within her own body, the mounting of
untold joy that promised to explode in a climax of
unrealized rapture.
     
     She let him get closer and closer, and when she was
sure that he was almost ready to explode, she stopped and
released him.  He jerked as he stood, the shock of the
sudden stop making him nearly loose his footing.  Before he
could protest, and she was sure that he was about to, Jenny
scrambled around to his front and took his cock in her mouth
again, this time bobbing her face up and down quickly, her
hand wrapped around his shaft just under her lips, following
through with ever pass of his dick into her mouth.  She went
down on him with a savage hungry, trying desperately to coax
the cum from his balls.
     
     He groaned loudly, his voice echoing in the small
confined of the men’s room as his first load shot into the
back of her throat.  Without pause, she swallowed it down,
and the second and third shot after that, the only thought
entering her mind was the amazement of how much cum he was
sending into her stomach.
     
     And then her mouth was empty and the hot, wet splatters
fell across her lips, chin and cheeks and a couple long
lashes slapped across her forehead and into her hair,
leaving a gooey trail across the lenses of her glasses.  As
the intensity of the blasts slacked, his cream sprayed down
onto her shoulders and dripped down to her naked breasts.
     
     Like a good whore, she moaned in appreciation of the
shower, sure that her client would be pleasure that she was
enjoying her little cum bath.  She ever licked her lips,
trying to collect as much of his cum on her tongue to suck
it into her mouth and swallow it down.  Her hands massaged
her tits, smearing his mess along over her skin, like so
many porn stars before her.  She used her fingers to slide
the creamy goo on her face, plowing it down to her mouth
where drank it down, treating each drop like it was the most
wonderful thing she had ever tasted.  Playing the part of
the whore, the cum-loving porn star, was a wonderful thrill,
and her lust for his cum and the moans of pleasure were no
act.
     
     He watched her the whole time, his eyes alight with
passion and desire.  She kept her gaze locked with his
throughout it all, loving the attention and the raw lust
with which he regarded her.  Jenny had never felt sexier or
more desired then ever before.  She felt that he was going
to rip her jeans down and brutally fuck her right here in
the stall.  She would have been more than okay with that had
it occurred.
     
     She felt pressure against her crotch, and she squealed
with unconcealed pleasure as his foot slid back and forth
across the gusset of her jeans.  “What a slut – so turned on
by giving a blow job.”  She nearly buckled at his words; her
world was spinning and she was dizzy and disoriented.  No
concept of up or down anymore, her body just swayed around,
flopping against the walls of the stall, all control gone
from his foot’s touch.
     
     He stopped, and her senses slowly returned.  She
steadied herself with her hands, and as her world emerged
from the dizzy-haze, her eyes focused on something before
her.  A wad of bills being held out in front of her face.
Her arm felt weak as she reached up and took the cash; the
touch of it against her fingers nearly made her cum – so
close, and she wanted it so bad!  This was it – she accepted
his payment for her services; she was a prostitute, a
depraved, debase whore.  A body to be fucked, a mouth to
suck, all for the right price.  And she was so close to
cumming that it was actually painful!
     
     She didn’t actually count it, but from the way the
bills were stacked, she knew it was more than seventy-five
dollars.  “A hundred?” she mumbled, barely able to form the
words.
     
     “A tip,” he replied casually.  His wallet was still out
and she saw it full of row after row of bills.  Her eyes
widened with surprise, and as he folded it back and tucked
it away, he added, “I brought plenty.  I wasn’t sure how
much you’d charge me for that.  Or how much I might have to
pay you before the night is through.’
     
     And then he was gone.  His words rang in her ears – how
much he would pay her before the night was through?  Did
that mean he was going to proposition her again tonight?
More than for another blowjob, surely.  Would he be so bold?
Why wouldn’t he?  He had already found her to be a willing
slut.  Would she do it?  Would she go further, do more than
she had already?
     
     Jenny grinned as she picked herself up off the floor.
Her grabbed her shirt and bra but did not immediately put
them on.  She went out to the sink, wet down a paper towel
and wiped off her chest.  As clean as she was going to get
without a proper shower, she dressed and started to clean
her hair, and then her face.  Someone walked in on her as
she wiped clean her glasses and her cheeks.  An older man,
in his forties or so, he eyed her with shock and alarm.
     
     She met his gaze in the mirror.  “Sorry.  Just cleaning
some cum off my face.”  She suppressed a laugh at his
expression and ducked out of the door.  She was clean enough
to return to her friends, but she thought she might duck
into the Ladies room and take care of the raging furnace
that burned in her body, ease some of the aching in her
loins.
     
     Before she did so, she shot a quick glance over to the
bar, and was sorely disappointed when she didn’t see her
client sitting at his place.  She was sure he would be
there, beer in hand, waiting to proposition her again, and
she felt a significant loss when his seat was vacant –
almost like being stood up on a date.  She didn’t really
understand the reason for the sorrow, but that did not make
it any lighter.
     
     She heard her friends laughing and shot a quick glance
at their table.  Her heart stopped – stopped dead in her
chest, clutched by an icy terror.  He was sitting with them!
He was at their table, sitting with them, a pitcher of beer
in his hands as he filled her friends’ glasses.  She nearly
ran off in embarrassment, but instead, she found herself
wandering back to the table, stumbling in a confused daze.
     
     David saw her coming and shouted out her name, “Jenny!
Welcome back!  We were just talking to your friend here.  We
were about to send Susan to go make sure you were okay – not
sick or anything, but then Greg came over and said he caught
up with you on the way to the bathroom.  Apologized for
keeping you delayed, but said he was a little embarrassed to
just come over and introduce himself in person when you were
with a group of friends.”
     
     The stranger, her client, Greg, grinned at her again.
Greg?  Greg!  “Yeah, yeah, sorry if I worried you!” she
said, sitting down in the empty seat next to him.  Turning
to Greg, she said, “So, then you’ve met everyone, already,
have you?”
     
     Greg nodded, grinning in amusement as her discomfort
slowly melted.  “I feel like I know them already from
everything you’ve said about them.”
     
     Jenny returned his grin and picked up her beer.  She
couldn’t believe it, really, and she was still stunned.  Not
only had she just whored herself out to a man, it turned out
to be one of her on-line chat buddies, thought the subject
matters of their emails went far beyond polite
correspondences.  She had, over the course of their
chatting, revealed things to him that few knew, and in him
had found a confidante and friend, someone who not only
accepted her dirty little lusts, but harbored the same
desires himself.
     
       Of course she recognized him, if only vaguely – they
had swapped pictures months ago!  And no wonder he had been
so bold: he already knew her deepest fantasies!  Even now,
his hand was under the table, on her thigh, slowly creeping
upwards.
     
     “Just a couple days at most,” Greg said, answering some
question Jenny had been too distracted to hear.  “All
depends on how much time Jen has to waste on me, I guess.  I
was taking a bit of a road trip and decided to drop on by,
little bit of a surprise.”  At that, her turned and grinned
at her.
     
     “What’s it like?” Susan was asking, “Meeting face to
face after having been talking online for so long.”
     
     Greg grinned his bright, happy smile.  “So far, better
then I had imagined.”
     
     Jenny giggled in her seat and nodded in agreement.
“Definitely,” she said, “and I can’t help but think that it
only gets better from here.”