He'll provide her answers to quizzes and tests

"How about this: I'll get you the answers to the tests and quizzes."

Tia's mouth popped off the end of his dick. "You can do that?"

"Of course I can!" he bragged, "I just need to give you the right equipment so you can receive the answers."

"Equipment?" she asked, idly playing with his balls, squeezing them like she could extract the last drops of his semen.

"Yeah," he said, pulling away from her as a new enthusiasm took over. "I've got some stuff over here," he muttered, moving to a box half-open with old electronics sticking out. Rifling through the box he yanked out a few items: a netbook, a small 1080p high-def video camera that attached to the monitor, and a smartphone, along with cables for each. He was looking at them when he said, "Why don't you go wash up in the bathroom while I set things up."

Tia, recognizing that the festivities were over, shrugged and slipped quickly back into her clothes before making the somewhat embarrassing trek to the disgusting bathroom that the frat-boys never seemed to clean.

Rich grinned as he heard the boys making comments to her, offering their services. God this mentor thing was a great idea. He'd made it up his second year and now, two years later, he was **** to graduate at the end of the year. He had a different slut every day, each begging him to give them help. Tia wasn't the first to go beyond help to blatant cheating, and if he played it right he could keep her on the hook even after he graduated. She was by far the most pliant of the girls.

With a wide smile on his face he started cleaning up the viruses from the older equipment. When he received them they were each crammed full of porn, rendered unusable by the viruses they'd picked up from trolling for porn. Now he had to clear out the worst of it while fiendish thoughts rolled through his brain. Having removed the ones threatening the hardware he left the ones related to porn, and maybe a few others he didn't have time to squelch just yet.

He set up a user account with the lowest of priveleges. She'd be able to create new files, but she wouldn't be able to delete anything, let alone change settings like the wallpaper or screensaver, each of which would show random shots taken from the pornography infesting the drive. He also left that persistant virus that popped up random bits of porn without being asked, and the one that automatically opened porn websites when wifi was available. Naturally he left her homepage at the same website its previous owner had loved, shaking his head at what a pervert that guy had been. The browser still had the username - gangbangme - and password stored so that it would automatically login when the browser opened.

"Tia," he greeted her as she returned. "I've got it set up. The user name and password are the same between computer and phone, and for extra security I've set them to be verbal instead of typed. This way it will have to be your voice saying the username and password."

"Okay. What are they?"

Rich smiled, and pointed to the computer and phone which were propped up on the bed. When she looked he played a couple of lines from their recent fuck-session.

"...I'm such a whore!" her voice cried out from the speakers, making Tia jump and each device fill out the login.

"...I need to be fucked!" she moaned through the speakers, and the devices unlocked.

"But... but... I can't use that! Please..."

Rich shook his head, "Maybe you can convince me to change it later, but I had to work with what I had."

"Wait, you have copies of... us?" she asked, aghast. She knew some of her boyfriends had loved taking pictures, but she'd been sure that she had all of them on her camera.

"Well, a few little pictures," he shrugged modestly, not copping to having filmed everything since their first meeting and uploading it to various websites. "I didn't think it was much of a price for helping you."

Tia fumed, but the reminder that there was a price and that he was helping her found its mark. "What's the price of test answers?" she growled.

Rich smiled. "That's why you have these little beauties," he motioned to the electronics. "I'll send you the answers to your tests and quizzes shortly before they happen, but before I do that I'll send you a different e-mail - or text - telling you what you have to do to get the test."

"What... you mean I have to earn them before I get them?" he nodded. "I don't just pay now and..." he shook his head. "But... you could be asking me to do anything!" he nodded, noticing how in spite of her protest her voice had gone a bit breathy, almost as if a part of her was turned on by the thought of being at his mercy.

"You won't, ah, you won't make me do anything terrible, will you?" she asked wide-eyed, her chest heaving.

Rich shrugged. "It will depend on how important the upcoming quiz/test is, and how high you want your grade to be on it. And, of course, how much of a risk I took in getting the information. I'll be oh-so-reasonable," he winked. "Do you agree or not?"

Rich held his breath and chewed his lip, more nervous about her response than he wanted to admit. He was risking losing one of his precious fuck-toys over this, and the most promising one to boot. Few of the other girls were so eager, or so uninhibited.

Tia sighed, a shaky sound that could have been nerves or excitement, and nodded. "Okay."

Rich smiled again, a mental 'gotcha!' singing through his mind.

"Good to hear it," Rich drawled, as if he hadn't been nervous. "I'm just gonna hook up some of the cables so all you have to do is plug things into the wall.."

Tia watched Rich pull at a snarl of cords, feeling grateful that she wouldn't have to figure it out herself. She just knew she wouldn't have any idea what went where. By the time he was done - in surprisingly short order - it actually looked like she could do the rest.

"There. Now, take this with you and set it up as soon as you get home. You take the bus, right?"

Tia nodded.

"Fine. I'll have instructions sent over to you later," he smirked, and Tia gulped. "Now leave."

Tia hopped off the bed obediently, not really wanting to stick around anyway. She couldn't help but wonder, on the long bus ride home, just what he might demand of her.

When she finally got home she rushed up the stairs to her room. Picking a small table that faced her bed and had a convenient socket nearby she unsnarled the cords, carefully making sure that none of them came undone before plugging the power cord in.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched the machine boot up, until after what seemed an eternity it arrived at the login screen.

"Please state your login," a robotic voice requested.

"I'm a whore," she said, feeling horribly embarrassed.

"Login incorrect. Please state your login."

"What? But..."

"Login incorrect. Please state your login."

Tia paused, trying to remember what Rich had said. "I'm such a whore!" she exclaimed, delighted to remember, then blushing at both the words and how enthusiastic she'd sounded.

"Please state your password," the machine requested.

The blush seemed to deepen, though her tan hid it well. "I need to be fucked," she said huskily, feeling oddly aroused at the shameful words. The machine awarded her with an orgasmic groan that had been taken from one of her sessions with Rich, followed by a desktop showing a woman having her face painted with cum.

Tia gaped at the sight, but it was cut off moments later by a window opening which showed her leaning forward. It took her a moment to realize it was the camera filming her, and while she puzzled that out she missed the smaller message.

"Searching for wireless connection. Wireless found. Cracking... Success..." In the blink of an eye a security warning came and went, disappearing far too quickly for her to read it's message about how her computer had no security against outside access.

The program showing her in real-time minimized, leaving Tia gaping at a new picture on the desktop of a girl being double-teamed. A moment later a sound distracted her.