Community College Call Girl Ch 04

For the first time since she started working for Emily, Nicole watched the clock and couldn't wait to get home. All she wanted to do was curl up under the covers and watch something comforting after a long hot shower. She stopped by a drive-thru and ordered her usual comfort food order of a chicken sandwich, fries, and onion rings, and topped it off with a chocolate shake.

Two episodes into her binge watch, she sat up startled when she heard the door to the apartment unlocked. The crumbs on her chest rolled onto the bedspread as she reached over to grab her phone. It was a few minutes after midnight.

Her panic eased when she heard Jamie's laugh from the living room. It sounded like she had brought someone home with her. Curiosity got the best of Nicole and she went back to her old high school habits of spying on her friend by peeking out the bedroom door to the hallway.

She could see Jamie making out with a guy she didn't recognize on the couch. Only the kitchen light was on, so it was pretty dim, but from what she could tell it was getting pretty hot and heavy quickly. His hands pawed at her chest, as Jamie laid back into the couch cushions while they swapped spit. Jamie was wearing a blue asymmetrical party dress with a chunky belt around her upper waist, accentuating her substantial chest.

Jamie fell backwards so she was now horizontal on the couch and her houseguest disappeared underneath the fabric of her dress. He tugged her underwear down over her chubby thighs and took them off, tossing them to the side. Jamie held the man's head in place as he went down on her.

"Mmm..." Jamie moaned as she squeezed her own boobs through her dress and bra. Her left leg draped over his shoulder as he flicked his tongue along her most sensitive areas. "That feels so good. I love it!"

Inspired by her encouragement, the stranger gripped her thighs, pushing Jamie's legs up in the air and doubled down on his tonguing of her clit. Jamie pulled her dress up out of the way to give him better access, the material repeatedly falling down on his head.

"Let's get this dress off," he finally said, helping her up. He unzipped her dress from behind and watched as she peeled it over her head, tossing it aside. The man wasted no time in unhooking her bra and freeing her enormous soft breasts, quickly replacing the cups with his hands.

Jamie leaned back into him and exchanged some sloppy kisses while he kneaded her breasts. "No fair," she mumbled. "You're still dressed."

He quickly remedied that until the pair were both fully nude. Jamie guided him over to the couch and had him sit, then straddled his lap with her knees resting on the couch. She shoved her tits in his face and let out a contented sigh as he sucked on her nipple. Jamie reached back and found his cock sticking straight up at attention and guided it between her legs. It entered her with little resistance from her well lubricated pussy and she began to ride him.

With her arms on the back of the couch she leaned forward to make out with the visitor, who reluctantly moved his hands from her voluptuous breasts to her hips, holding her in place while she grinded on his cock.

Jamie gasped for air as they broke their long kiss and proceeded to bounce on his dick, letting it slide in and out of her pussy. Her lover squeezed her ass cheeks and attempted to match her rhythm with thrusts of his own. The old couch creaked as she crashed down on him again and again.

"Fuck!" the man cried out, his counter thrusts suddenly stopping. Jamie smiled and shushed him.

"Shh, my roommate is here." The two caught their breath for a moment before Jamie went back to grinding in his lap. Jamie squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip and concentrated on her movements.

"I know I said at the party I'd make you cum three times but please, I'm so close, don't stop, please" he pleaded, releasing his grip on her ass to return to her tits.

Jamie suddenly stopped, disobeying his instruction. "I haven't cum once yet, let alone three times!"

"Shh!" the man put his finger up to his mouth. "Don't wake your roommate."

Jamie laughed and leaned back, letting his cock push even deeper inside. Her boobs dangled apart and shook wildly, the man doing his best just to keep his release at bay, which did not sound like it was good enough. She took her right hand off the couch and moved it to her clit, stimulating herself as they fucked.

"Yes... yesss..." Jamie hissed as she rubbed herself off.

Her partner matched her excitement. "Yes... oh fuck!"

Jamie shivered as she collapsed forward onto the man on the couch. She let out a deep guttural cry that probably woke up the neighbors.

The man put his hands back on her waist and unleashed his load deep inside of Jamie with one final thrust. "Fffffuck me..." he sighed after he was fully spent. "I guess I owe you two more in the morning."

Jamie laughed and looked down at him, with his deflating member gradually retreating from inside of her. "The morning? Don't think you're staying the night."

"Aw c'mon, you're gonna make me Uber twice tonight?" he complained.

Jamie stood up, careful to prevent stray drips of cum from landing on the couch. "Once for each time you didn't make me cum." She gave him a peck on the lips and ran off towards the bathroom.

Nicole ducked back into the bedroom once she saw Jamie standing up. She hid in her room until the visitor had used the bathroom and said goodbye, then went out to confront Jamie who was now wearing the dirty bathrobe that had been laying on the floor.

"Damn girl, you're really going after it now. Good for you."

"Um, hi. Please tell me you weren't snooping again." Jamie crossed her arms and glared as she kicked her discarded clothes to the corner.

"What can I say, you woke up your roommate. The downside of sharing a one bedroom," Nicole quipped back.

"Yeah, I really don't know what we were thinking."

"Private bathroom beats the shared one in the dorms." Nicole paused for a moment and changed the subject. "So you're just taking it raw now? Haven't you learned from your whore roommate to use protection?"

"It's fine, he's practically a virgin. I'm on the pill."

"All those lectures from you about diseases and you're just letting strangers nut inside you? Those are boyfriend privileges!" Nicole couldn't help but smirk, getting to play the adult for once.

"It just happened, Nic, I'm usually careful. Enough with the lecturing. Go suck a dick." Jamie stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door.

"Damn. And the couch is all gross..." Nicole sighed and looked at what was hopefully just a sweat stain on the couch where she'd now be sleeping tonight.

--

The next day after class, Nicole was getting ready for a client meeting when she got a text from Emily. "We need to talk. Can you stick around late tonight?"

Nicole quickly typed out her reply. "sure whats up?"

"I'll explain after work. I won't be there to start, try to arrive a few minutes early and unlock the door and turn on all the lights. I'll be there as soon as possible. Be safe."

"hmm ok"

A chill went down Nicole's spine. Something was up.

--

It felt odd entering a stranger's home by herself. She'd done it dozens of times by now, but always with Emily's guidance. This was her first solo mission, and she was pretty sure this time even entering the house was illegal, let alone what was going on in the bedroom. Punching in the digits to the smart home keypad from Emily's text almost felt like breaking in. The door opened with a whirr and a click as the deadbolt slid open.

This home wasn't particularly large, but it was recently flipped so the whole house smelled like fresh paint. The kitchen was a carbon copy of almost every house she'd seen throughout the last few months - subway tiles, painted cabinets, large kitchen island. Nicole went over the checklist, some items to keep up the appearance, and some to prepare for her John's arrival.

First and most importantly, she found and blocked the master bedroom hidden camera. Part of Emily's plan involved suggesting hidden cameras to the sellers, ostensibly to prevent theft and to snoop on prospective buyers during a tour. Emily did this because people often wanted this anyway, but offered it as a service so that she would know where they are, whether they recorded sound, and be able to quickly delete any unwanted video evidence. This also gave her access to the digital video archive, allowing her to ensure no evidence of their side hustle was found. Tonight's sellers were cheap and went with a grainy video-only setup, so Nicole just turned it to point towards the corner wall while pretending to tidy up in case they were actively watching before Emily had the chance to delete the video.

She walked through the house flipping on all the lights, practicing in her head what she would tell the client as she showed the house for the cameras. It didn't really matter, and most were eager to skip the pretense and go straight to the bedroom. But Emily did it for appearances, and Nicole enjoyed it. It made her feel legitimate and successful to go through the motions of selling the house.

Her client arrived early and rang the bell twice as instructed. Nicole put her red blazer over her skimpy dress and greeted him. His name was Arthur, and Nicole was fairly certain it was his real name since he loved it when she shouted it during sex.

Nicole dragged out the tour to every single room. She didn't usually get to do this so she made it count. Despite the long prelude, there was still no sign of Emily once they made it to the master bedroom. Nicole tossed her blazer to the floor and transformed back into 'whore mode'. "I can't wait Arthur, I want you to fuck me now," she pleaded to her client.

This was their second time together. Arthur was one of the first clients Nicole had seen and one of a half dozen repeat customers. Nicole was happy and flattered whenever they came back for more. It made her feel like she was doing a good job.

She barely had a chance to remove her dress before he tugged down her panties and entered her, bent over in her heels on the side of the platform king bed. Arthur took her from behind, slamming into her again and again as he wasted no time getting what he wanted. He slowed down after just a few minutes and Nicole could tell from his breathing pattern that he was struggling to hold on. "Are you close, Art?"

"Mmm... I'm afraid so. You're just too much for me." He withdrew slowly from Nicole and she turned around. He gently groped her tiny supple breasts.

"Can I finish you with my mouth?" Nicole pleaded in a cute voice. "I bet it would feel great to take off that condom."

Art shuddered slightly and moaned. Nicole thought for a moment that he had just blown his load, but he removed the condom and tossed it aside, unfortunately landing right on the red blazer. Nicole swapped places with Arthur and dropped to her knees.

"That feels amazing, dear..." Arthur moaned as Nicole blew him while he leaned on the edge of the bed.

Nicole on her knees below looked up with a smile. "Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes... yes I don't think I can hold out much longer. Oh my..." Arthur exhaled deeply. "Keep doing that and I'm going to finish in your mouth."

Nicole took him deep and he quickly started to cum, hot ropes pulsing against the back of her throat. She gagged, but managed to swallow it all down before coming up for air. Her mascara ran down her face from sweat and tears. Gasping for air, she withdrew and looked up at her satisfied client.

"Did that feel good?"

Arthur laughed and collapsed back onto the bed.

--

Once she got herself semi-presentable, Nicole bundled up the sheets and threw them in the laundry to hide the evidence, just as Emily would do. She peeked at the cash Arthur had brought and her eyes opened wide. Emily was taking a hefty cut, and Nicole was holding the proof in her hands. She checked her phone to see if Emily had sent any more texts, but there was nothing.

As she waited for the laundry to dry, she flipped through social media. Jamie, Jayla, and a few others had RSVP'd to an event called "Secret Bash" this weekend that was invite only, and Nicole wasn't invited. After Anthony's heel turn, Nicole wanted nothing more than Jamie's friendship and support, but she felt further away from her than ever.

The buzz of the dryer timer meant she could make the bed, lock up, and leave. She messaged Emily one final time to say she was leaving, finished her work and went home for a quiet night in.

--

Two more days passed, and Emily was ghosting her. That meant no more clients, or more importantly money, until further notice. Nicole took stock of her finances and counted her bills. She had enough to float maybe four months of rent if she curbed her spending, so she had enough time to figure out something else. But the problem is she was having a good time. She didn't want to get a real job, making significantly less money and working way harder. She needed to find Emily.

Her first idea was to stop by the office. She went in and put in a half hour of surfing the web at an empty desk, then asked a few of the ladies if they had seen Emily. One of them said she was out sick. Another said she hadn't seen her in a week.

Her next idea was to scope out the houses she knew were on the market. A few of them were sold already, leaving only a handful to check out. No signs of anyone, and she wasn't about to wait around all day in the hopes she'd show up.

Dejected, she went back to her apartment. Right as she got there, Jamie was leaving wearing a low cut red short party dress. It was hard to not stare at her massive display of cleavage. "Where are you headed off to looking so good?" Nicole asked.

"Oh, um, nowhere in particular, just hanging out with some friends." Jamie avoided eye contact. "I'll see you later I'm sure! Bye!" She ran off quickly, like she was hiding something.

Nicole sighed in frustration. None of the people she trusted in her life were giving her the time of day.

--

Nicole munched on some chips on the couch, only half paying attention to a TV series in her 'Continue Watching' queue when her phone started ringing. She frowned when she saw the caller.

"What the hell do you want, Anthony?" she answered.

He laughed and took a second to respond. "Hi babe. What are you doing?"

"Hanging up on you, I guess?" Nicole rolled her eyes. "Bye!"

"Wait, wait. Hear me out."

"Make it quick."

"Can I pick you up? I have something special for you." Anthony's smug voice annoyed Nicole.

Nicole scoffed. "Why, so you can sell me off to some other guy? No thanks."

"Guess I'll just have to hang out with your friends without you, then."

Nicole's heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"I said, I'll have to hang out with your friends without you."

"What friends? What are you talking about?" Nicole was very confused. Her heart started beating faster.

"Jamie, Jayla, a few others from your socials, and your boss Emily. They're all at a special party we've got going down. I'm here to pick you up. Put on something nice."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Stay the fuck away from Jamie, you creep." Nicole yelled at the phone, tears welling in her eyes.

"Relax, everything's chill. Your birthday's tomorrow, right? Happy birthday babe. It's your surprise party."

Nicole closed her eyes and composed herself. It was true, it was her nineteenth birthday on Sunday, but she wasn't one for big celebrations after a traumatic one in her early teens. "Please don't hurt anyone."

"Why would anyone get hurt? I'll swing by in fifteen, put on something hot, and we'll have a good time. Emily has news for you, too."

Nicole tried to speak but failed to find the words.

"OK, see you soon." The call ended.

--

Nicole put on one of her new dresses, the one that she felt like she could run the best in, if it came to that. She also opted for flats for the same reason. She peered out the window and saw Anthony's car idling outside. She grabbed her keys and eyed the knives in the kitchen, but couldn't bring herself to grab one. Whatever was going to happen tonight, she would have to talk her way out of it rather than fight.

She got in the car and Anthony reached over to kiss her. She turned her head away and he kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, babe."

"Don't call me babe, and it's not my birthday."

"Have it your way." He pushed down on the gas before she was buckled in and made his way towards the freeway.

"I don't know why you're being like this, but please don't hurt me." Nicole felt tears welling up again. She dabbed away the tears to save her face before she remembered she neglected to put on much makeup.

"Chill, alright? You'll be fine. Everyone's fine." He accelerated hard as he got onto the nearly empty freeway.

"You said Emily is there? Where has she been?"

"The guys I work for had a little disagreement about her side hustle. They felt that it was unfairly cutting into their own business. She's going to keep doing her thing, just give up a cut to the boss."

"She's going to keep escorting?" Nicole was surprised.

"Yeah, she just has to pay the boss his vig. You also didn't seem to like working with me, so you can keep working with Emily if you prefer."

Nicole nodded, taking it in. "And do I have to pay the boss his 'vig'? I don't even know what that is."

Anthony laughed as he pulled over to exit. "Nah, Emily will hash out the deal with the boss. She might pay you less though." Stopping at the light, he flipped on his turn signal and looked over at Nicole. He put his hand on her bare thigh. "I still might want a taste every now and then, though."

"I'd rather pay, I think." Nicole shifted her legs closed and leaned away from him.

--

Anthony drove through the hills until he stopped at a modest looking house on the downhill side of the street. A valet walked up and opened the door for Nicole, helping her out of the car before Anthony tossed him his keys.

They walked inside and the house was way bigger than Nicole expected. The first floor entryway overlooked a huge living room spanning two floors, with a panorama window showing an incredible unobstructed view of the city. There was loud music pumping, and a mixture of scantily clad women and slightly older men danced and sipped on cocktails. Nicole didn't recognize any of them.

Anthony gestured to Nicole and grabbed her hand. She let him guide her through the party to another set of stairs to a third floor below. The music could still be heard above and the bass rumbled through the walls, but she could hear herself think again. "We've got a more private little setup down here."

Anthony pushed open a door to a large room with two pool tables, a couch, a big TV and a door leading to a pool outside. Nicole recognized a few of the guys here as employees of the Theodore hotel. She also saw Jayla on the couch, looking uncomfortable as one of the employees tried to talk to her.

"Jayla?" Nicole said and walked over to her.

"Nicole!" She stood up and gave Nicole a hug. "Happy birthday," she said with a slight warble to her voice. "Um, I'm probably going to head out soon, but I'm glad I got to see you on your birthday. I'm sorry about the other night."

Nicole shook her head and hugged her again. "It's OK, he wasn't your type anyway. Trust me."

"Oh, I know. We talked for a bit and he tried to make me take something, but I told him I don't do drugs and lost interest." Jayla scratched at her bare arm. "Yeah, so I'm going to head out. I hope you have a good time at your party."

Nicole hugged her for a third time and whispered in her ear. "If I text you, any texts at all tonight or tomorrow, call the cops. OK?"

Jayla furrowed her brow and looked concerned. "Are you OK?"