After four years of high school, Jeremy had never been very well-liked, but as an eighteen year old senior he was beginning to see his popularity rise. This was because he could get the answers to just about any test. Needing some extra money, Jeremy had taken a job as the night time janitor, which meant he had the skeleton key to unlock any room. Once he'd stolen a test off a teacher's desk, he could then make photocopies, and sell them to make even more money.
High school had been a much different time for Brandy. She had always been popular, eventually seeing her popularity crest her senior year as an eighteen year old, when she became homecoming queen. She was "that girl". The one that gets good grades, was president of seemingly every club, was the captain of the soccer team, and so on. Anyone meeting her for the first time would assume she was no different than any other big-titted, air-headed blonde that struggled to grasp the rigors of education, but Brandy always excelled academically. Although it should be noted, her grades were suspiciously much better in history, math, science, and any classes where she had male teachers. It was a proven fact that this girl would drop to her knees to please just about any athlete at school, but no one ever proved the rumors that she'd sucked off half the male faculty as well.
Due to her academic achievements, Brandy had been accepted at a top notch Ivy League school. The only problem was that in her last semester of her senior year she was badly failing her economics class, which was taught by a hard-ass female teacher. If she didn't pass the class, it meant she would have to repeat it in the summer, which would be devastating because she was supposed to go to college in the summer to workout for the school soccer team. If she had to attend summer school, it meant her soccer scholarship would be revoked. In her hour of desperation she went to Jeremy for help, approaching him at lunch. "Hey Jeremy, could I have a word with you for a minute?"
Jeremy had no skills talking to the other sex, and was still a virgin. "What is it, Toots?"
"Would it be possible to get the answers for Mrs. Jensen's upcomming econ test?"
"I could probably make that happen for the right price."
"That would be great because if I fail that test, I'll get an F in the class."
"You might fail the class? I thought you were heading to Harvard, or Yale, or something? Don't you get good grades?"
"Normally, but I just don't get econ. If I fail this class my scholarship will get revoked, and it will basically fuck up my entire life. So could you help me?"
"Wow, you sound desperate. I can get the test, but it's going to cost you."
"How much?"
"How does five hundred dollars sound?" Jeremy asked, intentionally starting the bidding ludicrously high.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Leah told me you only charged her ten bucks for her stats test."
"Yeah, but she didn't play her hand. If she was as desperate as you are, she didn't stupidly let me know. Think about how much money you'll lose if you don't get that scholarship. Looking at it that way I'm giving you a great deal here."
"You're an asshole."
"If you're going to talk to me like that, I'm not going to do business with you."
"Whatever, I'll just cheat off somebody else. You can fuck off."
Jeremy knew he couldn't let all this money just walk away. He needed to pay for college as well. "You're going to cheat in Jensen's class? Good luck with that! She watches her students like a hawk. How about this, I'll let you have the answers for $400? Does that sound fair?"
"Fuck no it doesn't! Everyone says you charge ten bucks. I'm not paying forty times that."
"No wonder you're failing econ. You have no conception of supply and demand."
"I can't believe what an asshole you are."
"Don't hate the player, hate the game. Thanks for wasting my time," Jeremy said before slowly walking away.
Now Brandy had to rapidly consider the stakes. Even though he was a total prick, Jeremy did bring up a good point about the ultimate amount of money she'd save by not losing her scholarship. She knew there was no way she was passing that test without the answers. "Jeremy, wait a second!" she yelled, causing him to turn around.
"How about two fifty? That's as much as I can afford to pay for a fucking test."
"Are you serious?" Jeremy replied. "I was already cutting you a deal by dropping the price to $400. You can take it or leave it."
Jeremy was simply playing a hard bargain. He would have gladly taken the $250, but he was curious to see how much he could get. With the stakes so high, Brandy finally threw her one bargaining chip on the tail. "I told you I can't afford that, so here's my final offer: I'll pay you $250 or..." she got right up close to Jeremy and whispered, "I'll put your cock in my mouth and suck you off. I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had in your life."
Up to that point, Jeremy hadn't had any blowjobs. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, but most girls detested him, and he was insecure about his cock, with was skinny and barely registered over five inches. This proposition threw him completely off-guard, and he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "You'd give me head?"
"Yup. You're a prick, but you are kind of cute. But it has to happen tomorrow, and you'd have to show me that you'd actually stolen the answers first. I know you want my warm lips wrapped around your dick, so what's it going to be?"
Jeremy hesitated. "Okay...it's a deal. Tomorrow at lunch meet me in front of the gym. I've got the key for the storage room. We'll be safe in there."
Jeremy stole the answer key for the econ test that very night before heading home. Lying in bed that night he couldn't fall asleep. He kept thinking about having Brandy bobbing up and own on his cock, which her big titties jiggling while she sucked him. He had jerked off thinking about this scenario before, and now it was about to come true.
The next day at school Jeremy struggled to hide the tent in his pants. He couldn't ever remember being so excited and simutaneously nervous about any event in his life. By the time the lunch bell rang, he was more nervous than anything else. He made his way to the front of the gym where Brandy was already waiting. On this particular day, she looked as sexy as he'd ever seen her. She was wearing black yoga pants that tightly hugged her big, shapely booty, and a white spaghetti strap tank top that showed off her ample cleavage. Her hair was tied up in a bun to keep it from getting in the way as she worked Jeremy's dick, and her lips were painted bright pink, with a hint of sparkles. They looked so sexy as she smiled at Jeremy, and he couldn't wait to have them orally pleasuring him. "Are you ready to get your dick sucked?" she asked.
Jeremy nodded, and led the way through the back door of the gym. He took Brandy to a hidden room that was used for equipment storage. He took a seat on an old green couch, reclined, and put his hands behind his head. "Start sucking, whore."
"I'm not even going to touch your dick if you talk to me like that."
