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Chapter 5 by ElizaLariana ElizaLariana

Why does it seem like I'm not enjoying myself at this moment?

My client is an 18-year-old high school student.

I can tell this boy is new to this sort of stuff. I'm pretty sure his friends had peer pressured him into getting the app to which I answer request for sex. I think he might be a virgin too. The only thing going for him is his erect cock, which stands at a good seven inches. I've sucked longer dicks, but for someone at his age, his cock is impressive.

So how did I come to giving a blowjob to someone younger than me?

The app that is tied to my company is like requesting an Uber, where, instead of car rides, it connects customers with the nearest available sex worker. I haven't really tweak the settings where I would only avail myself to older men, but I specifically only cater to the male demographic. Since there was no age limit, anyone who is at least old enough to use the app could make a request. And the whole connection is discreet. It's kind of like a blind date. You never know who your date is until you meet them. If a customer didn't like the girl, then he could request another, but he'd have to pay for the first girl's time like how rider would have to pay a fraction of their fare if they chose to cancel at the last minute. While the working girls could turn down a customer, most chose to get it over it with and hope for a better customer down the line.

So I was connected to a high school senior through the app and upon my arrival to his house, when the door in answered, there in the doorway is three boys, all wearing matching jerseys, the same jerseys the football team wears to their games. I happen to work as a lunchperson assistant at the same school this boy attends as a student, so I immediately recognize his face and the faces of his friends. As Charlene, I'm clearly shorter than these three jocks and it doesn't takes a genius to see the perverted faces they have when they look at me.

"Hey beautiful. Why don't you come inside?" the boy with the darker skin greets me.

"Are you Andrew by any chance?" I ask, trying to hide my disgust. Somebody has clearly not learned any manners or how to talk to a woman.

"I'm Victor, but my boy here is Andrew," he responds, gesturing to the more timid boy next to him who has lighter skin. "He wants to become a man and connected with you."

I state the rules that are on the app, which is also upheld by me, the worker, "It will cost extra for extra participants, even if they simply watch." I say this with a bit of attitude in my voice. "So what will it be, Andrew?"

What does Andrew decide?

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