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."

Next: The Walk Home