Marie's hand, with her fingers tightly wrapped around Jarrod's cock, pumped up and down under the desk. She usually charged $20 for handjobs, but given that they were sitting in the back of Biology class during a lecture, she felt $40 was more appropriate. Jarrod groaned. "Shhhhh..." she whispered quietly. Jarrod ran his hand up and down her smooth thigh as he tried not to make a peep. Finally, he began to cum all over Marie's hand. She quickly wiped it off on a napkin, took the $40 from him, and went back to taking notes while he sat back in his chair with his head in the clouds.
During class, Matt texted her. It read, "Hey, I was thinking about what you told me over dinner the other night. At first, I felt so betrayed. But then I realized that it really wasn't that big of a deal. It's just for money. And to be completely honest, I think it's kind of hot for you to be hooking up with guys like that."
Instantly she replied, "Really?!! Omg I'm so happy! Thank you! And don't worry baby, I'll still keep you satisfied ;)."
"Oh I hope so. And by the way. I had an idea. Your homecoming dance is coming up. There will be lots of guys there. Maybe we should take the chance to make some money."
"Ooo," she typed, "What were you thinking?"
"Well, I will go with you to the dance, as your 'date', and I will offer you up to other guys. I'm sure we could make a ton of money and then you and I can fuck like crazy after words."
"That sounds like so much fun. I'll find a really sexy dress. Thank you so much for not being mad! Gotta go."
Marie honestly could not believe how well that went. The night she told him, she was expecting to get dumped. He drove away and she didn't hear from him for three days. That didn't stop her from working, of course. In those days, she had sold three blowjobs, two cream pies, and two handjobs. And now, she was about to get laid, get paid, and still keep Matt.
After school, Marie headed to the mall by herself to pick out a new dress. With all the money she had earned, she knew she wouldn't have a problem. In fact, she just considered it an investment. After entering her favorite clothing store, she scanned the racks for anything that would make her look sexy without getting her kicked out of the dance. "It should be black." She thought, "Black and lacy. Oh and I need dark red heels to match my lipstick."
Soon after, a guy about her age walked in with what she presumed was his girlfriend. She pecked him on the cheek and said, "Okay baby, I'm gonna be working in the back for about an hour and then I will be on register to ring you up for that gift you are buying, okay? Love you!"
He smiled, and then sighed. Marie looked him over. He was roughly six foot three, muscular with a dark brown combover. She noticed his sleeve of tattoos; mainly because she had a thing for them. While checking him out, she noticed the bulge in his pants as he disappointedly looked through the rack opposite of hers.
"Hey, excuse me," she said, getting his attention, "Sorry to bug you. Which dress do you think looks better? This one, or this one?"
"Oh, um," he said, putting his hand in his pocket to hide his boner, "well I like the pattern on that one. But you can't really be sure which is better unless you put them on right?"
"That's true! You're so smart. Can you do me a favor?" She asked, twirling her hair.
"Um, yeah, what is it?"
"Can you wait by the dressing room door and take care of my bags? The room is kind of cramped here and I don't want to bring everything in. A big, strong guy like you, I'm sure you'll take good care of them."
"Yeah, for sure. Let's go."
"Thank you soooo much. My name is Marie by the way."
"I'm Kevin, nice to meet you."
"Ooo Kevin, nice to meet you too." She set her bags down and walked opened the door to the changing room. "Back in a jiffy!" Upon entering. She stripped down to her lingerie, which she started wearing to school for obvious reasons. Putting on the frilly black dress, and the dark red stilettos, she left the back unzipped and slightly arched over the bench. "Oh, man." she said loudly, "Kevin, can you come in here? The zipper on the back is stuck!"
"Oh." he responded. "Yeah, I'm coming in."
"Close the door behind you!" He came in, and quickly checked Marie out. Her ass was almost falling out of the dress. "Just, um, just try to zip it up."
He pulled a bit, "Like this?"
"Yeah" she said, arching more. "Yeah there you go."
"Okay I think it's good he said."
"Really?" asked Marie, seductively as she arched further to press her ass against his lap.
"Umm, what are you doing?"
"Don't be silly Kevin. I saw you earlier. Girlfriend not putting out?" she asked.
"What? Of course she is. Well, I mean, that's none of your business."
"Oh, but it is my business." she responded, guiding his hand to stroke her ass. "It's a good business too. Pays well. Tell you what, you're a cute guy. Pay for this dress and I'll let you fuck me right here, right now."
"Oh, fucking shi-." he trailed, still stroking her ass. She lifted the end a bit to reveal a tiny white thong. "Oh god. Fuck it. Sure."
"Yay. Fuck me, daddy." Undoing his belt and zipper, he quickly took his cock out and slid it past her g-string. "Ooo, it's so big." she said as the tip parted her pussy lips.
Her gripped her waist tight, loving the sensation of feeling his thighs press against her soft, round ass. The mirror in front of allowed him to see as she pulled the top of the dress down to reveal her boobs a bit. Turning him on, he began to fuck faster. She took her phone out and snapped a picture in the reflection quickly, then started typing. "What was that?" he asked.
"It's for my boyfriend." she responded. He brushed it off and kept going. "Look who just got a free dress!! Miss you." she typed.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum."
