In for a penny, in for five big ones.

Brett looks at Jack with a wicked grin on his face.

"Go for it man, college sluts exist to take cock."

The older man pulls a couple pillows out of his suitcase and slides them under your head, shoulders and upper back. With the way your hands are still cuffed behind your back, the only comfortable way to lay leaves you staring down between your legs.

The younger man laughs, "You look comfy!" He looks you right in the eyes and smirks. God you hate that stupid look on his face but there's no way it's going to keep you from collecting the cash.

"Watch carefully, college girl. There'll be a quiz at the end."

Then he pushes your knees wide as he can and rams his hard rod straight into your **** slit. You groan as you feel him begin to piston in and out of your wet pussy. His dick fills you completely and you can feel yourself gripping him tightly. You can't turn away from watching him slide in and out of your greedy hole. You almost feel hypnotized by the sight of it. You can't remember the last time a guy seemed so intent on staring at your face like this, most are more interested in watching the action.

You can't help but moan loudly as you watch, "Oh my god. . . Oh my god!" as he shifts his hands under your ass squeezing your cheeks tightly. You can see Brett shifting around to your side messing with that damn cell phone as Jack continues to pound you relentlessly, the flash on the phone seems to be going off constantly.

"Oh yeah girl. I can't get enough of your hungry cunt. The way she's hugging me makes me think she's in love. . . or lust most likely!" He laughs as he continues to spear you with his stiff weapon.

The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping and Brett goading Jack on. You begin to feel the heat growing between your thighs, as the volume of your moaning increases and the sound of his animalistic grunts get louder and more primal. Finally your head begins to cloud up as the energy of an orgasm hits you. You feel yourself begin to shutter as your sex begins to grip his cock hard. You can feel yourself tight around him almost as if trying to milk him dry.

"Look at her face, man," the older man yells. "I think she's losing it!"

It doesn't take long before Jack releases your ass, grabs your head and forces you to look him in the eyes. He drives in deep and tenses up for a moment before feeling his cum flood into you like a raging river. Your groan sounds more like a long, soft purr to the guys as you to convulse, pleasure continues to rule your brain to the exclusion of every other bit of stimulus in the room

"Yesssssssssss," he grunts as he finishes up and staggers backward, his slowly deflating tool finally leaving you.

"Damn, I think you wrecked her," Brett laughs as he high-fives the younger man. "She ain't gonna forget this day."

"That'll teach her not to steal, Jack," he boasts to the man. "And cut!"

You collapse back onto the pillows, breathing hard as you see Brett walk up and point that damned phone between your legs. He takes a moment to record your slick thighs and the trickle of semen leaking down before tossing the device on top of Jack's pants.

The older man walks to the bathroom and comes out carrying a towel, which he tosses to you.

"Damn," Jack shakes his head. "She's a damn good ride."

He quickly dresses and grabs his stuff.

"I'll Venmo you the cash when I get upstairs, man."

He turns toward you next and pulls a business card out of his wallet.

"You ever need work, give me a call."

He drops it on your bag, turns around and walks out the door.

When you sit up, Brett takes a seat on the side of the desk, reaches behind you and unlocks the cuffs. They get slid quickly into his briefcase. You wipe yourself up with the towel and look at him.

"I'm taking a shower."

"Go ahead, sweetheart. You earned it. I'll have your money waiting."

You pop into the bathroom and take a quick shower, still not certain if you should love or hate what you just did. It's something to figure out over the next couple days, you figure. You get dressed, tossing your panties in the wastebasket and fixing your hair as best you can. Damn and they were a nice pair, you frown for a second. Looking into the mirror cheers you up as normal though as you smile at the reflection, pleased that you always 'clean up well' as an old boyfriend used to say. Then you head back out into the room.

Brett has all your stuff piled up on the now wiped down desk. You see an envelope on your bag and look inside. It's a signed check for $4,000 and $1,500 in fifties. You look at him.

"Why the mix in pay? I figured it'd all be a check and what's with the Venmo crack?"

Brett chuckles, "The bonus was half of what he paid to participate. We do that for clients sometimes if we know a particular kink will draw them in. He likes younger redheads and happens to own this shop. It came together right."

"So I guess I'm a whore now?" You ask trying to decide if that bothered you.

"Nope," Brett answered. "Our permit says we're a porn shoot. You can decide what that makes you but prostitution is illegal."

You shrug, "It's all the same I guess. I was fucking someone today on camera."

Brett nods, "Smart Girl. I have a car waiting outside to take you home, consider it a tip. Black BMW, you can't miss it. Keep an eye out for the email."

You smile and nod back to him as you hear the door click open. It's time to get in the car, go home and see what life throws at you next.