How in the hell did I get myself into this mess? I was bound nude to a standing Saint Andrew cross, arms and legs spread wide. My cock straining, hard as steel. All my hair from the neck down gone. Then I remembered the brand-new TV and Xbox X sitting in my dorm room. MONEY!
Being a broke college student is no fun, at least I am not one of those starving college students that only eat ramen for every meal. Luckily, my college tuition is all paid for and done. My grandparents were self made millionaires and believed that their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren should go to college and get degrees. They also believe in hard work. They were willing to pay for college but everything else you had to provide for yourself. Meaning getting a job for books, food, rent, etc. My grandmother's favorite saying, "Work hard for everything you own, and you'll love it even more!" and that is the problem, work. Making my college the #1 party school in the USA is a full-time job but just not a paying one.
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
I walked into Starbucks not for coffee (I hate coffee, I hate people who drink coffee) but for the help wanted sign (what the hell?!?). Walking up to the counter, I asked for the manager. A chubby but cute goth girl walked out of the back room, she looked familiar. Once she saw me, rage filled her eyes. Her eyes, now I remembered, ramming my cock down her throat and never calling her back. Failing this interview, I turned around quickly and made a mad dash to the door. Once I was out of there, I began walking down the street trying to figure out a way to make money. Easy money.
Deep in thought, "Human guinea pig, PRO: I like drugs. Might get superpowers. CON: Death." The sound of a car horn brought me back to reality. A red convertible sports car driven by a super hot blond. Even seated I could tell she was tall with an athletic build and small chested. Wearing a form fitting tailored black business suit, she looked over and said, "Get in." Not being an idiot, I got in.
"Hey babe." Smiling and giving her a wink.
The hot blond looked at me with disgust, "Shut up and listen." she hissed as she pulled away from the curb and started driving down the street. "First never call me 'babe', you will address me as Miss V. I was in that Starbucks back there and found out a few things about you. You're an asshole."
"Wait a second..." Trying to defend myself.
"I said shut up." Her voice stern, commanding and very scary. I decided to be polite and let her talk first. "Like I was saying, you are an asshole, an idiot asshole, an idiot asshole with a big dick."
"Yes, I do, babe." I began pulling down my shorts.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" She yelled as she punched me in my dick. Keeling over in pain, I sat there moaning. "I don't get paid enough for this bullshit." Mumbling under her breath. "Okay idiot, let me explain this to you." She growled, "Open the glove department and take out the envelope." I did what I was told not wanting to get dick punch again, "In that envelope is an NDA and a contract for one night of work worth $1000."
My jaw hit the ground, "$1000 what do I have to do?"
"Can't say until you sign the NDA, all I can say is that you will not be injured or permanently harmed, and you might enjoy yourself."
Miss V held out a pen, being broke, wanting stuff and not wanting to work made my decision easy.
As soon as I sign the NDA, Miss V turned onto the freeway.
"Where are we going?" I asked.