Author's Note:
This is my first submission to Literotica, thank you so much for reading. This chapter contains exhibitionism, masturbation, rough oral and BDSM.
Subsequent chapters will explore themes of reluctance, dubious consent, non-consent, voyeurism, exhibitionism, BDSM, and prostitution. If any of these categories aren't for you, then this story is probably not worth reading.
This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18, and any resemblance to persons real or otherwise is purely a product of your own paranoia and/or imagination.
Thank you so much for considering this work,
EF
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"Class dismissed." Professor Deal ended the lecture with an air of finality. The students rose, an orchestra of rustling papers and shuffling feet, but Miki Lenz remained seated, clutching at the hem of her semi-sheer summer dress. She shouldn't have worn it to class but it had been such a beautiful, warm morning she couldn't resist. It clung to her, revealing more of her athletic physique than she would have liked. She gingerly closed her copy of Federal Judicial and Civil Procedures, stuffed it in her backpack, stood up, and self-consciously straightened her light summer dress. Thank god her tits were smaller than her friend Gwen's, but she could feel her nipples pressing against the light fabric and her cheeks flushed red.
She'd bought it for herself as part of their 'get laid' summer. Gwen DiMatteo, Miki's best friend since grade three, practically her sister... it was her idea, reckless and over the top as usual. Quantity wasn't an issue for Miki, plenty of guys were interested in the beautiful, athletic 20-year-old, but somehow it felt like
she
wasn't enough. The more men she attracted, the more her optimism about humanity withered. She had encountered countless terrible specimens of the male gender - superficial, self-centered jerks who just wanted to fuck her with little to no regard for their partner or desire for a genuine connection. And what did that say about her? Gwen insisted she was self-sabotaging and needed to modify her standards if she was actually serious about getting some. But what had really kept Miki on edge the entirety of the two hour lecture on civic and federal law was her financial situation.
Miki had fucked up badly, something very out of character for her, and therefore all the more disturbing. Facing her coming second year in Law School had thrown her off, scared her, and she did a very non-Miki thing: she let Gwen talk her into partying a little (way) too much. The four grand her parents had given her to get through to Christmas was all but gone, blown on booze, Ubers, clothes, and an old Honda CB350 that they were supposed to share but had so far turned into a derelict money pit. She needed to find a job quick, or it would be another three months of abject poverty.
As Miki exited the lecture hall she noticed James Darden briefly glancing at her. He was a post graduate physics major, so had no business in this part of the school. Was a bit galling to see him popping in and out of her perimeter so frequently, but it was also nice to have a little attention, even if he wasn't her type. He did have seriously nerdy good looks, kind of a clean-cut Buddy Holly thing going for him: strong jaw, a little thin, and tall at around six feet. She'd noticed him since the start of the semester, stealing glances, helpfully picking up any items she dropped. His voice was soft and timid, yet there was a hint of intelligence and humor behind it. Whenever he spoke, it was with a slight nervousness, as if he was always afraid of saying the wrong thing. He obviously liked her; it was sweet and more than a little pathetic. But Miki just wasn't interested. For better or worse, she was attracted to men with fire and intensity, and James' passive manner left her skirt cold and unlifted. Worst of all, he lived down the hall from her. To his credit he kept his distance there, never tried to invade her private space or invite himself over. As tempting as it might have been, a mercy fuck would inevitably have come with unwelcome consequences: don't shit where you eat.
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Miki flipped open her laptop and took a look at the job postings on the university website. She would have preferred to work on campus since she didn't have a car, but there didn't seem to be anything available besides daytime cafeteria cashier which clashed with her daily class schedule. A wider employment search revealed a considerable number of minimum wage job openings in the exciting fields of food service and retail, neither of which she felt particularly drawn to or qualified for. She filled out an online application at a coffee shop within walking distance of the campus.
A thump, followed by a muffled curse let her know Gwen was awake.
Gwen was family. She was also the embodiment of rebellion, a constant presence in Miki's life since they were young, and everything Miki wasn't: carefree, unpredictable, and unapologetically herself. Though their friendship was deeper than blood, Gwen's shitstorms usually caused more trouble than good. But to Miki she was still the sister she never had, and she couldn't image her life without her untamed alter-ego.
Gwen had been part of the Lenz family since her parents abandoned her at age six, first by serving a ten-year stretch in a federal minimum-security penitentiary for interstate mail fraud, and then for just simply being shitty human beings who never bothered to come back and be parents. It was, Miki knew, for the best, but that kind of abandonment leaves a deep wound, and Gwen had been changing the dressing on that bloddy, gaping hole ever since. First it was sugar, then boys, then alcohol and drugs; she was a party girl, at times an unstoppable wild thing.
Miki had always been the sensible one, the one with discipline, career goals, and a near obsessive dedication to success. Gwen was a dreamer spawning new desires on a bi-weekly basis. Miki studied her tight little ass off, devoted herself to The Law and its Studies, and rarely indulged in booze, drugs, or men. Gwen made sure Miki left her house once in a while to have fun, and Miki made sure Gwen didn't hop in random cars with strangers offering candy. They suited each other in unlikely and powerful ways, it had been that way right from day one.
Gwen peeked out from behind her bedroom door. "What day is it?"
"Tuesday. One thirty. P.M."
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm so late. Why didn't you wake me up for fucks sake?"
Miki threw a stern look in poor Gwen's wretched direction "I knocked an hour ago."
Gwen had a schedule, honed to perfection by the end of her first year at college. As a psych major she had a challenging load of labs and classes her second year, still considerably lighter than Miki's workload, leaving plenty of room for 'fun'. She'd wake up somewhere between 11am and 1pm, head to her classes, all scheduled for afternoons and evenings, then spend the rest of the night doing whatever it was that Gwen wanted to do. It usually involved drinking, men, women, and the occasional intervention of law enforcement. There had been rumors going around about Gwen. She was uninhibited, something Miki actually was a little jealous of. But some of the rumors were more disturbing, that Gwen had gone from party girl to professional.
Miki chalked it up to the typical gossipy bullshit that flew around college, but Gwen had definitely taken some kind of turn lately. She'd been gone for almost a full twenty four hours this time, and she looked like shit, which in her case was saying a lot - bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, the stench of alcohol and drugs clinging to her skin. "I made you some breakfast, but it's cold now."
