A Special Performance

Dan took a deep breath. "OK. This needs some explaining."

"You know how our football team lost the varsity final last week? Against our rival uni? Well, as well as the public traditions, the teams make a private bet between each other. The stake is always something a bit ****, and to make sure the loser delivers, each player on both team puts 100 in escrow, forfeit if we don't come up with the goods. This year, both sides agreed to provide a cheerleader from our own university for the other team to... well, the point is, none of our uni's cheerleaders would even consider it. But if you agreed to stand in, we'd give you the 1,000 you need, and me and the rest of the team would save money and avoid welching."

Laurie stared at Dan. "I'm not a cheerleader. And more importantly, what am I even supposed to do for this?"

"Well, the other university's team doesn't know our cheerleaders personally! I'll get you the costume, and you'll never see any of those guys again! They'll assume it was a cheerleader, so no one would ever even suspect you were the girl!"

"Dan, stop avoiding the point here."

Dan spoke slowly "OK. Just hear me out. You wouldn't really have to do anything. Just sit there." He winced: "And let each of them cum on your face."

"Dan! Bukkake?! No way!"

"I said 'hear me out'! I promise this won't get linked to you. We're so close to graduation that there's no way they'll figure out who it actually was! This'll only take an hour or so - it's just an hour of a new experience, rather than a year working a shit job - can't you see the logic here?" Slowly, a smile crept onto Dan's face. "Besides..." he added "we both know you don't mind getting your face messy."

Laurie opened her mouth to tell Dan to fuck off, but hesitated. She could really use that money: starting the Masters programme straight away would mean she could get the job she wanted a year earlier than expected, so it was far more than 1,000 at stake. She wouldn't need to move back to her shitty hometown, back in in with her parents. All that for an hour's work?

But surely this was a step to far? A favour to a friend to save herself from failing a test was one thing, but being paid to perform... wouldn't that make her a whore? No matter where she went in life, she would always have got there by taking dick for cash. On the other hand, why should that matter? Why was this kind of work any worse than the shitty jobs everyone else was doing out of university? And if no one ever found out, did it matter what she had done?

Once again, there was a little voice at the back of her mind that she tried to ignore. 'Don't you want to know how it feels? Imagine being the centre of all those guy's attention. Imagine their lust, their smell, their thick, hard cocks. You'll never be able to try these things once you graduate... this could be your last chance to explore your sexuality. You've got the right to grow as a person.'

Opposite, Dan watched her pause to think, and started to get excited. 'Could she really do this?'