My life was fairly uncomplicated until my last semester of college. It was the week before Spring Break and my last assignment was a paper due for my Art History class at noon on Wednesday. I already had a job lined up in New York so I didn't care much about my grade. I finished up early that morning and threw a sweatshirt over by Hello Kitty pajamas and flip-flopped my way over to Professor Greer's office. I dropped the paper off in a box outside of his office labeled "Term Papers" and was on my way out when I ran into this guy Nate. I don't think I ever had a class with Nate, but everyone on campus knew him to be something of a perv. He came from old money and would throw lavish parties at his place and then hit on all of the drunken girls. It must have worked for him because I saw him with a new girl every couple of weeks, but he did nothing for me. As I passed by him, Nate looked me up and down and cooed "Well hellooooo kitty" in his most lecherous voice. I threw my hair to one side and gave him my best "Fuck Off" glare without saying a word.
When Professor Greer called me the next afternoon I was a bit surprised but not too worried. He said he needed to see me as soon as possible, so I went over to his office around 4:45. He dropped the first bombshell on me as soon as I got there.
"Katie I run all of the papers that I grade through an internet search engine designed to uncover plagiarism and much to my disappointment your paper came back as copied," he said.
"That's impossible I wrote all of it myself," I stammered back.
"Take a look for yourself, it's a perfect match," he said turning the computer screen for me to inspect.
Stunned, I looked up and down the screen and made a startling discovery. "That's not my paper, I didn't write that."
"Katie this is the only paper I received through my mail slot with your name on it."
"I didn't put it in the mail slot, I left it in a box outside your office."
"Katie there was no box, just a sign clearly instructing everyone to slide their papers through the slot in my door. Everyone else left their papers that way."
"That's impossible. There was a box.... and no sign.... and that's where I left it. Someone must have set me up."
He paused for a minute and turned away slightly rubbing his eyes. "Who would set you up Katie?"
My mind twisted. I had fucked around some in college, but I couldn't think of anyone mad enough or clever enough to pull this off. Maybe some ex-girlfriend of a guy I slept with but no names came to me. I shrugged.
"Katie I thought you would be sensible enough to confess. I know you must be under a lot of pressure so I was going to take it easy on you and let you write a new paper then pass you with a 'C'. But this, this is clearly pre-meditated. You could not make up some bullshit story about a box on the spot, so I know you must have planned this out in case you were caught. I have to go to Faculty Senate. Be back here at 8 AM, I will think about this overnight.
My mind raced all night. I called some classmates and none of them saw a box. With no evidence I knew that he would never believe me and sticking with the truth would just make him madder. Eventually I settled on a new plan. Professor Greer had a reputation as something of a perv himself. I caught him staring at my tits a number of times in class and I know that other girls thought the same. I planned to play dumb and flirt it up with him. Worst case scenario is that I'd have to give him a blowjob in his office. I know two girls who passed classes that way and I wasn't above it myself if that's what it came to. I barely slept that night, but got dressed up as best I could the next morning with my shortest shorts, a low cut shirt and my best push-up bra to highlight my ample tits. Professor Greer shot my plan to Hell as soon as I got there.
"Katie, I reviewed your file last night and, while I have no idea what trouble led you to making this poor decision, I think you have no idea what dire consequences you have brought on yourself. You are an Honor's Scholar which gives you a full ride plus room and board for 4 years. Are you aware that if you are expelled for cheating, you owe the entire amount back to the University? Since you are in your last semester that would amount to more than $150,000."
I was stunned. Too speechless to talk, too scared to move. My parents were broke and without a college degree there is no way I could pay that money back. I immediately panicked. I slumped to my knees and began pleading and then tugging at his pant leg. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone, I'll do anything... anything."
I had no idea what I was doing, I was pawing his crotch and trying to undo his zipper. My only thought was that if I could get his cock in my mouth he wouldn't be able to stop me, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me up out of my half crouch. "So this is how you want things to be?" he asked.
"Yes, yes. Anything," I responded.
"Anything?" he said one more time.
"Yes. Anything". I said in the firmest tone I could muster.
He slowly walked to his desk, pulled out a card, and held it out for me to take. It was blank and he had me write a number on it. "Call that number after five, tell them your name and ask for you assignment. Do you understand?" he said.
"Yes," I muttered.
"Good. Your assignment will be this weekend. You will be asked to perform a service. On Monday morning upon completion of that job, I will call the client and ask only one question. I will ask him if he was satisfied with your service and he will simply answer 'Yes' or 'No'. If he answers 'Yes' I will make all of this go away."
"And if he answers 'No'?" I asked.
"Don't forget to call after five," he said dismissing me with a flick of his hand.
I made the call after five as instructed. The voice that answered told me that I would be the entertainment at a Bachelor party. A car would pick me up at 8 PM Saturday night and take me to the event. I could dress comfortably for the ride, but I should have my hair and make-up done before leaving.
I only slept that night because of the alcohol I poured down myself to calm my nerves. What on Earth had I gotten myself into? What did it mean to be the 'entertainment'? Saturday crawled by slowly and by the time 8 came, I was just ready to get things over with. The driver of the car was a muscular black man. He informed me that I would be stripping for the party and asked me if I had every danced before. I said 'No' and he said that there were videos of stripping techniques in the DVD player. I should watch the tapes and I would receive more instructions on what was expected of me at the party.
The drive was well over an hour into the suburbs for which I was glad because it decreased the chance that I would know anyone. The driver pulled up to a huge house and I was led in through a side door by the driver. I was met by a tall, striking man probably in his late 30's. He looked me up and down and seemed pleased with what he saw. At the time I was 5'8" and about 120. My parents were of mixed descent so I had tanned skin and long brown hair. I was in pretty good shape, but since I quit playing tennis my curves had filled out a little and I was now a full C cup which helped my confidence a little. He said his name was Christian and that he was the host. He led me down a short hallway to a guest bedroom.
"This is where you can get ready; the outfit is on the bed. The show will be in about an hour, we're still getting the groom drunk. The man I spoke with told me to be completely clear so that there were no misunderstandings," he said.
I nodded my head slowly as my pulse raced.
"The groom is my brother-in-law Jack. The asshole was at my Bachelor party two years ago and snapped some pictures on his camera phone of me getting a blowjob from the stripper. He's been blackmailing me ever since for money. Whatever you do, I need to get some incriminating photos. Will that be a problem?"
My heart fell into my stomach. I had to suck off some asshole in front of a bunch of strangers or else my whole life was over. "It will not be a problem," I said.
"Good. Now that we are clear, he has a 'daddy fetish', so shave off your cunt hair if you haven't already and put on that school girl outfit. I'll come get you when we're ready. I left some vodka in here for you if you need a little liquid courage."
When Christian finally came to get me, I had a pretty buzz going. He led me down a long hallway to large open living room. About 7 guys were sitting on couches along the sides and the groom was sitting in a recliner in a cleared out section at the front of the room. A servant was serving drinks from a small wet bar to the side and it was clear all of the guys were quite lubed by this point. The group starting cheering as soon as they saw me, yelling for the stripper to come 'flash her cans'. When Jack saw me, he got a big shitting eating grin on his face and pointed at his brother-in-law with a knowing smile. The bartender started playing 'Milkshake' and the side lights were dimmed leaving a small well lit area in front of the groom. Jack tried to wrap his arms around me but I pushed him back into his seat gently before starting.
Christian had left me a short plaid skirt, white button down shirt, knee high socks, and black leather shoes with matching white bra and panties. The bra was a demi-cup with lots of padding to squeeze my cleavage together and the panties were not much more than a thin slip of material shaped into a thong. To top off the costume I put my hair up in pigtails to look like a proper school girl slut. I began my routine swaying my hips back and forth while walking around the room addressing all of the guys. I winked and flirted as best I could telling everyone hello. By the time I circled back to the center of the room, I began to dance in earnest grinding my hips and pushing my tits to together. Jack begged for a good look so I pushed my feet apart and bent over straight kneed to give him a good look. Meanwhile the short skirt rode up my back exposing the thin strip of white lace that barely covered by pussy lips. The guys screamed their approval and a big smiled crossed over Jack's face. I stood back up and turned my back to Jack, flipping up my skirt to give him a brief taste of what he'd missed. I worked the room some more, slowly undoing the buttons on the shirt until my tits peaked out from the bra that presented them so invitingly to the crowd.
As the music died out I moved over to Jack sliding onto his lap. I knew that I wasn't much of a dancer and that the best way to seduce him would be with a little acting. As I nestled into his lap, I asked him "Could you help me with my bra clasp, daddy? I'm having trouble undoing it."
I arched my back and stretched my arms up lifting the hair off my shoulders. He reached his big arms around me and undid the front clasp. As he pulled back the cups he ran his hands over my smooth firm breasts caressing them to the admiration of the crowd. I slipped my arms through the loops and flung the bra to one side of the room as I ground into his hard dick a little with my ass. I leaned back and put my arms around his neck gentled swaying my hair back and forth.
"Oh daddy, I think that I've been a bad girl," I cooed with my sexiest voice.
"What did you do princess?" he asked.
"Well I think I did something very naughty. Billy at school paid me $1 to look at my underpants. Is it bad to let boys see my underpants for money?"
"Yes it is dear."
"How naughty is it?"
"Very naughty."
"Are you going to have to spank me daddy?"
"Well do you think that you need some help remembering to be a good girl next time?"
"Yes I think that I need some help."
"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt."
I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass.
"OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five."
"Yes, daddy."
