Working Chloe (Chloe PoV)

Memories of the weekend filled my mind. They filled me in a way I’d never experienced before. Jake. My precious Jake. I could still remember the way he touched me. How he made me feel. It wasn’t the sex. The sex was fantastic, but this was something else. I didn’t have a single drop of my Gift inside me yet I was on Cloud Nine. It was finally taking a full breath of air and living for once.

And his family! Daniel and Sophie were wonderful people. No wonder Jake turned out like he did. He was lucky to have people who loved him. Sophie wanted to take me out shopping next weekend, just the two of us. Thinking about it sent my heart racing and I didn’t know if the giddiness was from fear or excitement. It was still early, but I could feel a connection there—or at least a desire to form one. She was a little older than I was, but she already was putting out that older sister vibe.

I hope I didn’t fuck it up. I couldn’t fuck this up. Any of it.

“U-um.” The timid voice cut through my thoughts as I turned to find the boy anxiously glancing around the room. He seemed to be looking anywhere but at me. “F-five hundred. Right?”

The words snapped my thoughts back to reality.

“That’s right,” I said as I moved over to him. He was fumbling around with his wallet. Smiling, I reached out to run my fingers against his arm. He nearly dropped it as he jolted away from my touch. My smile warmed. “First time?”

“T-that obvious?” He managed to pull a wad of cash from his wallet and began counting it out. Seeing the odd collection of bills was something I didn’t see often. He wasn’t like one of the obscenely rich pricks that threw money around like it meant nothing and seemed to carry around rolls of hundreds and fifties. He had scraped and saved for this. “Five hundred,” he said, offering me the money. Taking it, I tucked it into my bra. A pep to my step, I moved over to the cot and took a seat. I didn’t have to **** the smile on my face as I crossed my leg over the other as I leaned back. I watched as he struggled between the desire to look at me and his nerves pulling his gaze away.

It was kinda cute.

“How do you want me?” I asked in a chipper voice.

“W-what?” I noticed he had taken a few steps towards me.

“Can’t go wrong with the classic missionary position. If you want me to take care of everything, I can be on top. Doggy is another popular position.” He hesitated, hands fidgeting in front of him. He was looking at me though. That was an improvement.

“M-missionary.”

He jumped as I got to my feet. Poor guy was half-terrified of me. Normally, I didn’t care but today was different. I was different. I didn’t get the feeling he was here for my Gift. He legitimately wanted sex with a pretty girl and was willing to pay for it. From the way he was acting, he seemed to be suffering from some form of social anxiety. Combined with how he wasn’t the best looking, he probably saw this as his only shot.

I felt for him, but this was still a business transaction.

Wiggling out of my panties, I set them on the cot beside me as I took my seat again. I gave him what I hoped was a friendly smile and waited for him to build the courage to come over. He did come over and I spread my legs slightly to tease what he was about to get. His eyes never left the gap between my legs, even if he couldn’t see with my skirt in the way.

“Might want to…” I said with a polite gesture to his pants.

“R-right,” he said. He fumbled with his pants. He was so nervous, he couldn’t even get his belt undone.

“Here, let me help,” I said as I reached for him. My hand brushed against his and he jerked it back as if it touched fire. I politely ignored it and focused on getting his pants undone. In no time, his pants were around his ankles. As I expected, his dick was flaccid. It was hard to get worked up when you were nervous.

Or when you didn’t feel arousal like other people.

Guilt pressing at me, I quickly pushed thoughts of Jake to the side. I had a job to focus on.

I glanced up at him. “Have a condom?”

“R-right here,” he said as he pulled it from his jacket pocket. I took it from him.

My eyes moved back to his dick. “I can help you with that, but it’s going to cost extra.”

“W-what?”

“Twenty-five and I’ll use my hand. Fifty for a blowjob.” I tipped my head back to look at him. “I’ll go until you tell me to stop, but if you cum, that’s an extra fifty. A hundred if you cum in my mouth and another fifty if you want me to swallow.”

His eyes seemed to bulge at the prices. He wasn’t the normal clientèle and was out of his depth. “I-I don’t have any extra…”

I gave him an apologetic smile. “Then you are going to have to do it on your own, I’m sorry.” I glanced at the clock. “And I hate to mention it, but five hundred only gets you thirty minutes. I have someone else after this so…”

“R-right.”

It was awkward for both of us as he tried to get himself hard. I decided to help him out a bit in that department. Spreading my legs a bit more, I lifted my skirt. It gave him something to work with at least.

And it worked. It took about five minutes, but he was hard enough for the condom. I continued my friendly smile as I unwrapped it and rolled it over his dick. He was rather small, but then again the last one I’d seen was Jake’s monster dick. It had to be over seven inches, maybe even eight. I wouldn’t have cared if he was small, but I did see it as an added bonus. Not to mention he wasn’t afraid to use his tongue…

Jake.

I pushed the guilt and thoughts of him aside. It was time to focus on my job.

“Ready?” I asked in a sweet voice. He nodded eagerly. Lying back on the cot, I moved around until I was comfortable. At the same time, he was getting himself between my legs. I winced as his dick hit somewhere it wasn’t supposed to.

“Not there,” I said.

“S-sorry!”

Using my hand, I guided him to where he needed to be. His eyes were huge as he slowly pushed himself into me. My body reacted immediately, my Gift warming to life.

“You can go however slow or fast you want,” I said in a soft voice. “I would suggest something a bit slower at first—”

A moan shot from my lips as he slammed himself the rest of the way. The jolt set a piece of euphoria through me. The familiar sensation of artificial joy clung to me. I tried to suppress it, to maintain control of myself but it was impossible. Either he was going too fast for me to suppress it or…

Or it was something I could only do with Jake.

I desperately clung to my mental image of him as I found myself in a sea of euphoria. I fought to keep a piece of myself, but the crashing waves of euphoria were too powerful. Like always, I felt myself let go as control was ripped from me. Drowning in euphoria, I lost myself. I cried in passion, panting like a dog in heat as I rocked my hips against my partner. I wanted him deeper inside me and found myself frustrated that it wasn’t hitting where I expected it to. It was close. So close, but fell short.

My orgasm was quick and sharp, euphoria flooding through me and the boy as he filled the condom. I was vaguely aware of the ugly face he made as he came, but my own orgasm and euphoric bliss made it hard to focus on anything else.

“Jake,” I breathed. I blushed as I realized I said his name aloud. Thankfully, the boy didn’t hear me. He was too busy experiencing his two firsts—post-coital bliss and the part of my Gift that lingered in him.

There was an awkward few minutes as we untangled and cleaned up. He was facing the other way from me, pulling up his pants and getting his shirt tucked in. Once more, I felt a pang of sorrow for the guy. Even with the euphoric high, I could tell he was a bit depressed. I’d tried to warn him, but he had lost control of himself. I would be shocked if he lasted more than a minute.

“Thank you.” He looked surprised as he glanced over his shoulder. “It was fun,” I said with a warm smile.

“Y-you don’t have to lie.”

Standing up, I moved over to him and helped him set his uniform jacket to a more natural position. “I’m not.” I lowered my voice slightly like I was letting him in on a secret. “You got me to cum after all.”

His eyes widened. “I did?” I nodded, my smile still in place. “You weren’t faking?”

“Nope! That was all real.”

He looked away and I could tell he didn’t quite believe me, but he really wanted to. It was a little amusing considering I wasn’t lying. Even if he wasn’t the direct cause of my orgasm, he had still been the one to give me one.

“Thanks.”

“If you ever want to do this again…” I dangled it out there to see if he was interested.

He shook his head. “I would love to, but it took me three months to save up enough for this.” I was surprised to hear that. Even though I knew he wasn’t one of the big dogs running around school, I didn’t think there was anyone that poor here. Even the lotto winners had some sort of family backing. “Ah, it’s not a lack of funds, but some of the people here are fucking assholes.”

The way he looked at the ground made me realize what was happening. Bullies were rough anywhere, but when they all had Gifts of some sort?

“Yeah…”

He **** himself to look at me. I could tell how hard it was for him. “Thanks, Chloe. Really. This meant a lot to me.” Gratitude. Real gratitude. I didn’t get that often.

“Sure.”

Without another word, he left the room. Fled was more apt. Alone, I contemplated the feelings going through me. I felt good, but not entirely in the euphoria bump way. There was still guilt there, but it wasn’t nearly as powerful as it had been. It wasn’t the crushing sort that waited to hurt me when the euphoria faded. This was Jake’s influence at work. Sharing that moment with him had been transforming. He loved me. The me as I was right now. I wasn’t content with that. I wanted to be a better person. A better partner for Jake.

For the first time, I was thinking beyond tomorrow. I had a decent amount of money stashed away. I had always imagined where I’d run away to, but never who I would run away with. A fresh start with Jake. That was something that filled me with… hope?

Pulling out the wad of cash, I thumbed through it. Five hundred. With the next guy, I would leave here with at least a grand. I felt exhausted as I pocketed the money.

I had this all planned out. Whoring myself to whoever could pay, I would make as much money as I could. Once I graduated, I would cut this part of my life away. This money would be the seed that a new life would grow from. A better life. One that no one knew about me, my Gift, or what I’d done.

Jesus. Now I was going on about plants? Jake was getting into my head.

Not just my head either.

A familiar flush ran through my body as I remembered all the ways he touched me. My body was hot, and not because of the euphoria bump I was currently enjoying. I almost didn’t believe it was his first time. His touch played my body like an expert musician. He knew exactly where and how to touch me.

I did my best to prepare for the second guy, but my Gift was keeping all those happy memories in my head, magnifying them and the emotions attached to them. It was a feedback loop onto itself. By the time my next client arrived, I was more excited to get things going than he was. He barely paid before I was atop him. I didn’t need my Gift to help get me ready. My body was already in overdrive before his dick entered me.

I knew I lost myself the moment he was inside me. That I was fucking him as much as he was me and that there were dangerous implications to that. My Gift didn’t care. I didn’t care. I no longer recognized the memories that had gotten me to this point, but I could feel them.

Someone loved me.

As my orgasm flooded my body with pleasure; as I shouted my elation; my Gift dug deep within me, dragging out an emotion and amplifying it.

Someone loved me.

The last thought before the pleasure overwhelmed me.

Coming back to my senses, I rolled onto my side to catch the guy adjusting his pants. He said a word of thanks, empty and meaningless compared to the one before him. Then he was gone, leaving me alone in a room that reeked of sex. The silence was oppressive as I sat up and let my legs dangle over the side of the cot. It was hard to keep a handle on myself with two euphoria bumps pumping through me, but the mood in the infirmary helped.

Sighing, I pulled out the money I’d made and slowly fingered through it. I counted it, then counted it again. A thousand dollars in less than an hour of work. Easy money. Good money. Better than anything I was going to get once I graduated. I needed this money. The bills in my hand were my future, the future I was going to build with my own hands.

My eyes moved over to my panties. Sometime in all that had happened, they’d fallen to the floor. I stared at them as the weight of my actions peeked through the euphoria of my Gift in a promise of what was to come later. I didn’t know how long I stared or why they captivated me so.

Pulling my gaze away, I took a deep breath and stood up. Stuffing the money into my uniform jacket, I grabbed my panties and put them on. Once I had cleaned up, I ran my hands over my skirt to straighten it out. I left the infirmary with my head up and headed to the library.