Hannah felt her bare legs shift nervously as the three girls stood waiting on the client to appear. This was Hannah's first line-up. Nikki had apparently set up her other appointments by telling the other men about her and they had come specifically to see, well really -- fuck - her.
Her heart beat swiftly in her chest. She felt terribly ashamed! Standing there like such a slut, in a skimpy bra - showing an acre of titty flesh - and a high-waisted panty set, waiting to be sold to any man with cash in his wallet. Her panties only covered the very triangle of her pussy and nothing more. Her very long legs were exposed as was her flat abdomen, up to her large, firm breasts. The room felt small and she was afraid of what might be coming around the corner.
Her big blue eyes were downcast in shame, but all she saw when she looked down were her delectable breasts beautifully displayed for the "john." Thick, blonde hair hung at her shoulders, framing her perfect face. Her eyes gazed down at her smooth, flat abdomen and her fancy panties. The barely covered tits rose with her shallow breaths. She had never been so nervous! She shifted anxiously and ended up with one leg in front of the other, as if protecting her pussy from the coming danger. Looking at her gorgeous, tanned thighs she thought of the possibility of them being spread wide in just a few minutes for the man walking in. She nervously clutched her hands together in front of her panties.
Barbie looked at her sympathetically.
"You look so nervous," she said with a slight lilt in her voice. "Relax, baby, you'll do fine."
Hannah heard Nikki's voice, but did not look up.
"You know Jasmine and Barbie," she said, "but you've not met our newest addition, Chloe. She is a very new girl. She just started working today!" Nikki's voice had a friendly inflection to it.
Hannah was just comprehending that her "whore name" was Chloe, when she heard the man speak.
"I'll take Chloe," he said with an accent.
She looked up at the man who had chosen her to fuck. Initially, she saw a middle-eastern man. Immediately she recognized him. The man was her college Biology professor!
"Oh!" she said in surprise. Her mind swirled. What should she do? "I can't have sex with my professor," she thought! She wanted to run, but there was nowhere she could go!
She tried to calm herself.
The class was a huge one with several hundred students -- maybe he would not even know her. She had never spoken to him, so maybe he wouldn't know her - but she wanted to run!
Nikki spoke, not realizing the situation.
"Wonderful choice!" she said. "Chloe, show him to your room."
Nikki turned to the client. "How long would you like to spend with her?"
"I'll take an hour," he replied with certainty, clearly having done this before.
Hannah turned, zombie-like, and took a couple of steps toward her room. She felt faint! Her mind was racing and her heart fluttered in her chest like never before. She couldn't go through with this!
The man smiled at Nikki. "She's new, you said." His voice was nice but betrayed a knowledge that she wasn't acting appropriately.
Nikki did not smile back. "She is new, but that doesn't excuse her."
"Chloe, all my girls show my clients Southern hospitality. Give him a hug and kiss for being nice enough to pick you for a session and then take him by the hand and lead him to your bedroom."
Hannah slowly turned back and walked to her professor. In her heels, she was a couple of inches taller than the man. Her tits were just below eye level for him and she saw his eyes feasting on her full breasts. She reached around his pudgy body and gave him a hug. She felt his hands touch her waist and slide to her buttocks, where they cupped her firm ass cheeks, drawing her embarrassingly close to his body in front of the other girls. She kissed his cheek as Nikki had directed.
"Thank you," he said. He was clean-shaven, but his facial hair was so heavy that it darkened his face even shaved. He wore thick, black glasses that his longish black hair hung over. Hannah noticed that his dark hair was thinning on top of his head. His nose and lips were thick and unattractive.
She looked fearfully at Nikki wanting to tell her that this was her professor but Nikki looked very business-like and serious.
Not knowing what else to do, Hannah took the man's hand, turned and began to walk him to her room. Her legs quivered in fear.
Nikki watched. The view of Hannah from the rear was spectacular. Her ass was high on her long legs and perfectly rounded and firm. Her buttocks narrowed to a very slender waist. Nikki smiled to herself. That ass is a gold mine, she thought for the hundredth time.
Nikki's eyes shifted to the middle-aged man's short, pudgy stature next to this perfect, young specimen of a woman. His midsection was wider than his narrow shoulders which gave his body a strange pear-shape. His shirt hung slightly out of his khaki pants. He clearly was not concerned with his appearance, although he was not dirty. A man like him would never be able to screw an ass like Hannah's except with money or power, she knew. But money made everything about Hannah accessible to the man. He could play with her breasts and suck her nipples as long as he chose. He could feel her mouth around his cock. He could fuck the young woman however he pleased. She was his for entirely for his pleasure.
Nikki watched his odd body walk behind Hannah until the two were at the bedroom door. Hannah hesitated at the door but didn't look back this time. After a second or two, the college blonde pushed it open. Nikki watched the door close. "She's learning," Nikki thought to herself. "She didn't look at me for help. She knows what she has to do."
"What's with her?" she asked the other two young women. "She'd been doing so great."
"Maybe she's never done an Arab guy," one of the girls said.
Nikki smiled. "I know you girls were happy he chose her!"
Nikki moved quickly to her laptop. She wanted to get this taped.
*****
Hannah fumbled with her purse. It fell to the floor, spilling the contents, including the tip money that she had earned that morning. She bent to pick it up. The hundred-dollar bill, several twenties and one fifty spread across the carpeted floor.
Her lipstick and make-up also were spread out but most embarrassingly were the packaged condoms that Nikki had given her to use with the men. She felt her neck flush red and tried to pick everything up quickly.
Her professor stood behind her and enjoyed the view of her ass and legs as she bent down. He moved around to be able to get a view of her tits hanging from her chest even though they were still encased in her bra. The flesh was delectable!
Finally, he stooped down and helped her gather up her things, his eyes fixed on her hanging tits. He purposefully picked up the cash and rubbers, knowing that it would embarrass her.
"Here you go." He handed her several bills and some of the condoms.
Hannah felt her chest tighten. She thought she would begin to cry. The money on the floor looked so dirty, earned by selling her pussy. But she didn't want to do it! She had been forced into it, she reminded herself! She gripped the ill-gotten cash and the condoms and began to try to put them in her wallet. A condom fell to the carpet. Her fingers trembled and she caught herself looking at the condom package like a frightened animal. Was that the condom that would cover his cock while he fucked her?
Pull yourself together, she thought. He probably doesn't even recognize me! That is a huge classroom. Don't be so obvious!
She gathered herself as much as possible and purposefully giggled girlishly.
"I'm so clumsy!" she said with a smile trying to steady her racing heart.
The man laughed.
He was already beginning to disrobe. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off his arms and tossed it on the floor. His upper body was fleshy and toneless and his chest and abdomen thickly covered with black hair. Brown nipples peeked out from beneath the hair. When he bent to take his pants off, Hannah saw his hairy back.
She wondered how she could even touch him!
Standing there nervously in bra and panties, she watched the man undress. He appeared unconcerned with her dilemma. His loafers were kicked off one at a time and he slid his khaki pants off his legs and let them drop to the floor.
Hannah felt her knees and thighs trembling slightly as she stood before him. Should she take her bra off? She knew that he was going to fuck her, but she didn't want to be a whore! She didn't!
