"Oh. My. God," breathed Carol, wide eyed as she digested the news.
"I know, right!" laughed Amber as she took another sip of her coffee. "I thought our perfect little Katie was just a secret slut. I had no idea she was a sly little minx whoring herself out for college grades!"
"Oh, come on guys, it's not whoring, they're just small favors..." protested Katie weakly.
"Babe, there may not have been money involved, but giving a guy a blowjob when he writes a term paper for you is whoring," retorted Amber with a grin.
"Fine, fine," said Katie throwing up her hands in mock surrender. "I'm a college hooker. Whatever it is, it's working, and my GPA has never been higher. And I have all this extra free time to hang around with you guys, right?"
"Yeah, that and shop," said Amber.
"And party," added Carol.
"And suck," Amber added slyly, motioning wanking with her hand at her mouth and poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue in comical imitation of a blowjob.
Amber and Carol broke into hysteric whoops of laughter, while Katie rolled her eyes and tried to stifle a giggle herself. Now that her secret was out in the open with her friends, despite her best efforts to keep it hidden, it didn't seem nearly so bad. Even Carol was taking it surprisingly well.
The three girls were having brunch outdoors at their favorite cafe in town, a ritual they shared some three to four times a week. The coffee here was black and rich, the salads delicious, and the male baristas and waiters especially hunky.
They were all dressed casual but pretty, perfect for a morning brunch. The petite, little Katie was wearing a simple orange tube top and skinny jeans that highlighted every curve of her slender legs. Her dark auburn hair was up in a ponytail and she wore summery sandals on her feet.
Her friends also looked gorgeous. Carol, the tall brunette with a bob haircut, a smile to die for and a hypnotically attractive rack that even Katie couldn't help but stare at, despite being perfectly straight. Carol's generous but perky tits were snugly encased in a tight blue tank top with a grey vest over it that seemed to prop up and highlight her amazing chest and cleavage even more. Below she was wearing menacingly short denim hot pants that screamed 'look at my long, sexy legs!'
Amber was also rocking a pair of tiny shorts, denim cut offs that hugged her tight ass and showed off her olive tan skin. She wore a long, loose punkish tank top that could have passed for a very short dress and that almost covered her short shorts. Her raven hair hung over her naked shoulders, and her eyes hid behind dark shades.
Katie poked at the bed of rocket and baby tomatoes on her plate with her fork and reflected on past events.
It hadn't been that long ago that Amber had discovered Katie in a back alley behind a bar giving blowjobs to two guys after a tipsy night out. Amber, who had always been a little slutty and straightforwardly casual about sex, seemed to take it in her stride and joined in. She had assumed that Katie, who had always played the perfect and innocent preppy girl, was rather prudish. Amber seemed to take some delight in discovering that Katie was just as sexually debauched as she was. However, she hadn't yet realised the extent of Katie's secrets.
Katie wasn't simply down on her knees with a throbbing dick in her mouth for the fun of it. It was part of her college plan; give out sexual favors to select guys in return for their expertise and commitment to doing Katie's college class work for her. It was a comprehensive program that ran all the way from writing her term papers for her to helping her prep for exams. In return Katie would give out everything from handjobs to fucking (and on the rare occasion even anal) depending on the kinds of grades the guys helped her get.
Her favor system had suddenly somehow expanded however, and soon Katie was making similar arrangements to cover all sorts of favors; buying her drinks; driving her places; fixing her air conditioning; you name it, and she was sucking dick for it.
Katie's best friend Carol had been oblivious to it all, and even Amber didn't realise the extent of it until one of Katie's "clients", Greg, had approached Amber for the same deal.
And now Amber had just spilled the story to Carol over brunch, though to Katie's surprise and relief, she didn't seem too alarmed.
"Very funny guys," said Katie. "But you know, this isn't much different from what you do anyway Amber, only I get something productive out of it."
"Oh, I think my orgasms are incredibly productive," shrugged Amber with a smile. "But you have a point, maybe I need to get in on your game!"
"Oh no, not you too Amber!" exclaimed Carol.
"Well, I can see the value in it," said Amber plainly. "Only, I don't think I'd be able to. It would then be all about the guy's pleasure as payment, and I'm much too selfish for that."
"I don't do it for pleasure, it's just business," said Katie.
"Oooh, so cold!" laughed Amber. "So when are you going to get Carol in on it, Katie? You know she's dying to get her GPA up, she's such a nerd."
"Oh, shut up," laughed Carol. "I would never do that. I mean, don't you find it gross having to let all these guys cum on you or let them finish in your mouth, Katie?"
"Didn't you do that with your boyfriend last year, Carol?" asked Katie.
"Well yeah, but it's not the same," said Carol, blushing heavily.
"Spunk is spunk, whoever it comes from," shrugged Katie.
"And it's tasty!" grinned Amber wickedly.
The girls broke out into laughter again, and then fell into hushed giggles as an old lady sitting nearby turned to stare at them with disapproval.
"Well, I couldn't do it unless it was in a relationship," said Carol.
"Cum with love is the only jizz for her," joked Amber, before Carol slapped her arm.
"I'm just relieved you guys don't hate me," said Katie.
"Hell, I do the stuff you do for free, who am I to judge," grinned Amber.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not really that surprised at all this, Katie," said Carol thoughtfully.
"What?" cried out Amber and Katie at once.
"No, really. All of high school, you've always been really good at playing on your sexuality to manipulate guys and get what you want, Katie. This just seems like an evolution of that," said Carol.
"Nice analysis from our resident nerd, Carol, way to go," laughed Amber.
"So you're not mad?" Katie asked Carol.
"Of course not," said Carol. "It's a little weird, sure, but you're our friend, it's no big deal."
"Carol totally wants in on it," smirked Amber.
"I do not!" laughed Carol, trying to slap Amber's arm again, but Amber dodged it.
"Well, some of Katie's guys want Carol in any case," said Amber.
"What?" now it was Carol crying out.
"When Greg 'propositioned' me, he mentioned that Lyle had the hots for Carol and wanted to know if you were doing what Katie did too," said Amber.
"Oh yeah," said Katie, "now that you mention it, Lyle's been bugging me about getting you involved whenever I've seen him for our... sessions."
"Gross," said Carol. "I'm suddenly not so hungry anymore."
"He's a total nerd, Carol, just your type!" joked Amber.
"He's not a bad fuck either, certainly better than Greg," said Katie.
"Yeah, that's true," Amber nodded in solemn agreement.
"I am not going to fuck Lyle!" insisted Carol.
"I think he just wants your gorgeous breasts, Carol," said Katie. "I think Greg does too for that matter..."
"Ha! Yeah you can't help it Carol, your tits attract guys from miles around, how can we mere mortals compete!" laughed Amber.
"They are pretty fantastic," Katie agreed.
"Whatever, this is all a bit much for one brunch!" said Carol as she got up. "I've got to go print off my term paper, all eight thousand words of which I wrote myself. It's due tomorrow morning. Ciao girls!"
**
"Shit, shit, shit! What am I going to do?" cried Carol's voice through the phone.
Katie shifted herself to get in a more comfortable position as she held her phone to her ear. The petite brunette was sitting on an old couch in the middle of a cramped little apartment owned by Greg. Katie was still wearing her skinny jeans and her orange tube top; though the top was pulled down to reveal her perky little tits.
Greg himself was standing over Katie, his crotch level with her chest as he supported himself on Katie's shoulder with one hand and furiously wanked his cock with the other. He had taken over from Katie's hand job after Carol had suddenly called, uninterested in interrupting his fun or waiting for the call to finish. Katie still had one hand cupping and squeezing his hairy ball sack, absentmindedly fondling him as she listened to Carol's crisis.
"Okay, just breathe deep Carol, we're going to think through this," said Katie, reassuring her friend as she tried to ignore Greg's insistent cock stroking in front of her. She had tried to get him to stop, but he seemed oblivious to her requests now that he was in the heat of the moment.
"Okay, okay, breathing..." said Carol, though she sounded ragged.
"Now you say you're computer's been hacked or caught a virus or something has happened to it?" asked Katie for confirmation.
"Yes! It won't fucking work, it's just dead or dying and blue screens and I don't understand what's going on!" cried Carol.
"And you've lost the only copy of your term paper on there," said Katie, "which is due tomorrow."
Greg moaned as a fleck of his precum went flying off to land in Katie's cleavage. Katie frowned and let go of Greg's balls to try and wipe the droplets of cum off.
"Yeah, and I already tried calling all these computer repairmen, but no one can make it out until at least Thursday!" exclaimed Carol.
"No chance you can write the paper up again in a night?" asked Katie.
Carol let out a string of expletives, and Katie had to hold the phone away from her face for a moment before trying again. Greg meanwhile was grunting and raising his cock so it pointed towards Katie's face suggestively. Katie knew what Greg wanted, but a blowjob wasn't party of today's arrangement so she shook her head firmly at him.
"I was just confirming Carol, I'm not saying you should try that," reassured Katie.
