Earning money the hard way

Amy takes Jasmine's advice, and sits down on her bed. Jasmine remains standing, twirling the greatly desired playing card in her hand.

"Well, compared to some of the game's contracts, my one is remarkably simple. Simple enough that I can summarize it in a single sentence for you. If you sign this contract, you are required to pay me ten thousand dollars each month, on the last day of the month..."

Amy's eyes widen. A simple debt contract? Well, that is a lot of money, but absolutely nothing compared to the prize money available. Amy's mind instantly starts buzzing, thinking of taking a delayed debt contract out in order to claim the card, and trivially paying it back upon earning some prize money. But, of course, Jasmine hasn't finished her sentence.

"...Out of money you have earned through sex work."

That makes Amy yelp. Sex work?! She's here to become a lawyer, not a camgirl. And ten big ones every single month? Do camgirls even earn that much? Probably only the most successful ones.

Jasmine sees Amy's silent thinking, and reading her mind, quickly drops in a couple of clarifications.

"No, not long distance sex work. Prostitution. In the flesh. The contract is very clear about that. You will be using your body to make men orgasm, and exchanging that service for cash. And you will perform all your work while on campus, probably largely in your own dorm room."

"You've got to be kidding. You're asking a young, promising law student, to spend time she should be studying, instead selling her holes to her fellow students and teachers for cash?! Plus if you're doing it in your own dorm, it'd be a matter of weeks before every other person on campus knows you're a whore. Plus, exchanging sexual services for cash is hard line that many people, me included, will never cross! Who on earth would spend her days like that?!" Amy immediately protests, just passion rising into her voice.

"Um, well for starters, you've signed up for an extremely sexual game, where even earning the right to play in a poker hand, where you MIGHT earn money, requires you to sign multiple contracts of a sexual nature. So some might say that prostitution is a lot more sensible than that. Secondly... As for who on earth would spend her days like that... Well, you're looking at one. That's why they made me the custodian of the Queen of Diamonds. I'm well known around these halls for being the best fuck you can get for under $1000."

Amy blushes, realizing that she essentially just insulted this woman by talking so negatively about sex work.

"Of course, I imagine you'd have to charge significantly less than I do. For one, you don't have my killer techniques and sensual skills, and also, you don't have these money-makers."

Jasmine pulls her top tight over her chest with two hands, revealing even more of the flesh of her absolutely giant rack.

"I could fuck less than one guy every two days and probably make that target. You'll be fucking at least a guy a day, possibly more depending on how low you have to make your prices to get enough customers every single month. The good news is that you wouldn't have any competition from me - since I get your first 10k for myself, I won't need to work while you're working. That doesn't mean you'll necessarily be the only whore around here selling your holes, though. There's plenty of hoes around here who have gotten into silly contracts and are now **** for money." Jasmine says thoughtfully.

"Nope. Nope. I'm out. I can't believe I even considered this for a second. I'm not sure I even did, really. I was just taking it in. Nope, Queens are clearly too much for me. I can't do this. I'm out." Amy's stream of consciousness comes out quickly and shakily as she rises to her feet and makes for the door.

"Unsurprising attitude. But I wonder if you've done the math on how incredibly likely it is that you end up with the double strip forfeit if you turn up next week with a 2 and a 3, not even of the same suit." Jasmine replies calmly. "If you don't sign a contract with at least one of us custodians holding your queens, you'll literally lose the rights to wear pretty much anything except panties... For an entire decade."

Amy is shaking her head and opening the door. "Nope, nope nope, nope nope nope. You are not becoming my pimp. I am not becoming your whore. No fucking way. See you never."

Jasmine tilts her head and shrugs. "I'll be here all week at this same time of day, if you change your mind."

And then Amy closes the door to Jasmine's dorm, and strides away quickly, red in the face.