The School Whore (Adam PoV)

Leaning against the wall next to the infirmary door, I waited for Chloe to arrive. A few minutes later, I opened my eyes when I heard footsteps and the jingle of keys. Chloe’s face was a passive mask of indifference, but I knew better. Beneath that mask, she was happy it was me waiting here and not limp-dick.

“Where’s Ewan?”

“Who?”

Her lips tightened as she stared up at me. “He was supposed to be my first slot.”

“Oh. Him.” I gave a dismissive wave as I spoke. “I sent him on his way. Told him to come back in an hour and you’d take care of him.” The look she gave me could almost be called a glare. “What? I did you a favor.”

Shaking her head, she unlocked the door and I followed her inside. My eyes drifted down to her ass, enjoying the way she moved as I closed and locked the door behind us. I had to admit, Chloe certainly had a grace about her. It had only gotten more pronounced now that she seemed to have a bit of confidence to her. A real fire in her eyes too. Kinda hot.

Too bad she was a whore. She would have been fun to play around with on a regular basis. She wasn’t really my type—I preferred women with actual tits. I think she would have made a fantastic third. The perfect side dish to compliment a masterfully prepared entree. Actually, that did sound good. Wonder how much it would cost if I had Hailey join us.

Maybe I could make a day of it. Cost me a fortune no doubt, but what did money matter? Chloe had a poor concept of money and worth. Sanic Bishara had charged six thousand per half hour for her services and she was booked for months. All for a pittance of the experience Chloe offered. If she got properly licensed, she wouldn’t need to set a fixed rate. Men would bid for her time. At five hundred, even a thousand a pop, the dumb bitch was practically whoring herself out for free.

Chloe stopped at the edge of the cot, turning around to look at me. She kept her face blank, but I knew she liked what she saw. Easy to tell by the way her eyes lingered places. I had that effect on women.

“You know the drill. One thousand,” she said as she held out her hand. I took out a roll of cash, grinning as her eyes immediately fell to it. Only thing she enjoyed more than cock was a fat roll of cash. I made a show of counting out ten bills and handed it to her. She was about to stuff it in her bra when I stopped her.

I peeled off two extra bills. “I want you naked for this.” She hesitated, eyes moving from me to the money, then back to me. “What?” I asked with a smile. “That’s two hundred, right?”

Her mask slipped ever so slightly. Oh, her face was as indifferent as always, but those eyes. So much life in them these days. Loved it. One of the reasons why I never pushed her so hard with my Gift in the past. Her resentment towards me was a different experience than other women and something that set my time with her apart. It brought a thrill to this little game of ours. That was what I was paying for after all.

She took the two hundred and added it to her paltry amount. Smile on my face, I stepped past her and sat on the cot. I watched as she began to strip. “Ah,” I said, stopping her. Another bill. “Why not take your time? Put on a little show.”

Another pause. Another stare at the offered money.

I resisted the urge to grin as she took the money.

I didn’t really care about her strip-tease. She wasn’t that great, her heart not being in it, and didn’t have the body to pull it off properly. But that didn’t matter to me. The thrill came from something else. Amazing what one would do for something as pointless as money.

I reclined, my eyes running over her. Maybe she didn’t have the body or experience doing this, but there was something undeniably sexy seeing her dance as she peeled her uniform off. Watching the fabric slide over her smooth skin, revealing her body inch by tantalizing inch. The movements were simple, but effective. Nothing spectacular, but it did its job.

“Keep the tie on,” I said with a grin. Another pause before she complied, moving on to work the buttons of her blouse.

But the sight of her stripping wasn’t what had me hard. It certainly wasn’t the reason my heart was racing.

It was the control.

The knowledge that she was mine to play with. Chloe would do anything for the money, and that was a rush. Seeing her bare her body for my enjoyment, dancing as she was, was exhilarating.

Power.

Didn’t matter that my power came from the money I had. Power was power. It was something I had and she didn’t. Something she would never have, at least not at the level I did.

Seeing her exposed before me was nice too. Firm stomach, tiny but perky breasts, shaved pussy. Not really my type, but passable. Definitely above average and would be considered smoking hot if it wasn’t for the complete lack of tits and her short size. Hailey had her beat in nearly every category that mattered. Ah well. Chloe was far more fun to toy with.

Her tie rested between her breasts as she stood naked before me. Her face was perfectly controlled, as if she hadn’t a care in the world, but I knew better. She may loathe me, but she loved money—and I had plenty of that to go around.

I gestured and she approached, pausing in front of me. Reaching up, I grabbed ahold of her tie and pulled. There was a brief moment where she resisted, then slowly fell to her knees before me. Her face was level with the bulge in my pants.

“Undo it,” I ordered. I made a show out of pulling out another bill from the roll of cash.

She did as instructed and soon freed my hard cock. Her eyes lingered for a moment, clearly in awe of such a large cock. Most women were.

“Good girl,” I cooed, petting her hair. Hand on the back of her head, I gave a little tug. Once more, there was a moment of resistance, then she was bending forward and swallowing my length.

“Fuck,” I gasped, resisting the urge to buck. Damn was she good.

Years of practice had her working magic. Hands, mouth, tongue, throat, everything. Her vast experience made it easy for her to take the entire length. Those lips wrapped tightly around the base before she slip her head up. Saliva coated the entire length as she bobbed her head.

“Oh yes,” I groaned, hand tightening its grip on her hair. I pulled her head, timing my movement with her. Up and down. The warmth and pressure felt amazing as she swallowed my length. Hailey’s blowjobs weren’t nearly this good.

She didn’t gag once, expertly handling the task before her.

It wasn’t long until I felt the pressure build.

“Swallow it,” I grunted, pulling her head down to the base. My eyes rolled back as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. A groan escaped my throat and I spilled my seed down her throat. Chloe obediently swallowed. Like the professional cocksucker she was, not a single drop was wasted.

Body relaxed, I let her head go as I leaned back and smiled. Felt great. Still not better than dumping a load in her pussy, but that was a fantastic warmup.

“Good girl,” I sighed, lazily patting her head as she removed my cock from her mouth.

“Such an asshole,” she said, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.

“And yet, you still sucked it like the good girl you are.”

Ignoring her glare, I gestured at my cock. “Well? You going to just sit there glaring or are you going to finish the job?” I waved the loose bills in the air. “Clean me up.”

She scowled, but did as told, her tongue cleaning the remnants of saliva and cum. I smiled, enjoying the view. Nice and thorough. Chloe may have disliked me, but her dedication to the task was superb. A strong work ethic was so hard to find these days.

Once I was cleaned, Chloe rose to her feet. Without a word, she reached down and grabbed her money, adding the loose bills to the bundle. My smile faded when I saw her glance at the clock on the wall. “Time’s not up,” I growled.

Her eyes shifted back to me. “Don’t see a hard cock anywhere. Seems like the job is done.”

I grinned, waving the roll. “Because someone isn’t trying hard enough. I got twenty-two minutes left and...” I made a show of counting the bills. I was almost out of hundreds, which worked in my favor since there were more bills to wave around with the fifties. “Two grand? I’m willing to walk out of here with nothing left. Question is, how much are you willing to let walk?”

Her eyes shifted to the money, then back at me. Chloe’s mask didn’t last as her lips twisted into a frown. “Bastard,” she grumbled.

“That’s not the magic word.” Her touch didn’t cause the twitch in my cock, but the fact that she was so... enthusiastic. Despite her apparent anger, Chloe didn’t hold back. Hands, mouth, tongue, and throat. All used to work my shaft.

It was a different kind of bliss.

A different rush. Her desperation fed me. Seeing her, **** to her knees sucking me off for a measly couple grand was a dopamine rush. Knowing that a couple grand was worth degrading herself for. That her need for money was so great she would eagerly suck the dick of a man she hated. The rush was... exquisite.

I was addicted.

All pretense was lost. She may pretend she hated me more than she did, but her efforts betrayed her. The eagerness bordered on desperation. Five minutes later, I was ready to go. Chloe glared as I smirked, tapping her lightly on the cheek. “See? I knew you could do it! Just needed the proper motivation.”

She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth a final time. Chloe started to rise before I stopped her. There was a flash of anger, but she remained kneeling. I stood, towering over her with a passive expression. It was time to remind her of her place.

“I want you to beg,” I ordered, waving the roll of cash.

There was a flash of defiance in her eyes. I was pushing her, but she knew the deal. Time to find out how far she was willing to go for pocket change.

I held the roll up, letting her gaze linger on it. “Beg.”

Chloe was silent. Fuck. That glare... I shifted so my cock was near her face. That’s better.

Smiling, I took the first bill out and let it flutter to the ground. “Beg,” I repeated.

“Please,” she said through clenched teeth.

Second bill. “Louder.”

“Please.”

Third. “Like you actually want it.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. I grinned. This was fun!

Fourth.

“Please... Adam.”

Fuck. That voice. My heart was racing as I looked down at her, dark hazel eyes looking up at me. Pleading. ****.

Beautiful.

“I want your cock,” she pleaded, her voice breathy and lustful. “Please. Give it to me.”

Holy shit.

This was better than ****. Than sex. Holy fuck. And with her begging so earnestly, who was I to deny her? I was a nice guy after all. Grabbing her tie, I pulled her to her feet. Leaning forward, my face was before hers, yet not quite level. A reminder that even now, I was still above her.

“How do you want it?”

A flash of anger crossed her face, quickly suppressed. But that fire never left her eyes. “However you want,” she breathed, placing a hand on my chest. Voice seductive, her hand trailed down. “Just wanna feel your cock stretching my tight pussy.”

Fuck. Me.

I undid my belt and pants, letting them fall down as I sat back on the bed. Swinging my legs up, I got comfortable. Hands behind my head, I felt smug as she stood at the edge of the bed where I’d left her. “If you want it so bad, you’re going to have to work for it.”

She frowned, but didn’t protest. Stepping forward, she crawled onto the bed. Hips swaying, Chloe mounted me. With her tie hanging between her breasts, I was treated to a lovely view of her.

Positioned over my cock, Chloe’s eyes were on mine. Fire and anger, but beneath that was the desire. For money and a fat dick. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself. Wet warmth engulfing the tip, she paused. I smiled. Taking a hold of the tie, I **** her down.

Like flicking a light switch, the mood instantly shifted. Anger and fire morphed to lust. Mouth falling open, a moan escaped her lips as her hips kissed mine. Cock fully buried inside, Chloe threw her head back, sighing in bliss.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned, eyes rolling back. Hands planted on my stomach, Chloe wasted no time riding my cock. Hips rising and falling, the rhythm was rapid. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she babbled, bouncing wildly on my cock. Everything fell away as pleasure and a euphoric bliss pulsed through my body. All that mattered was bucking my hips against hers. Enjoying the tight heat enveloping my cock.

Time lost all meaning as the pleasure washed over me, crashing down in waves. Chloe was loud. Unrestrained as she rode my dick. Moans, screams, and cries echoed within the infirmary. Words were impossible. Mind lost to the primal urges, we existed in a realm of mutual pleasure. A pleasure that soon felt itself building to a climax.

Chloe’s nails dug into my stomach as she slammed down. A scream escaped her as the world lost meaning.

Euphoria.

Unaware how long had passed, I laid there as Chloe’s moans turned to contented sighs. Body glistened with sweat, she was slumped over. Chest heaving, her hands rested on my chest, barely keeping her upright. Cock buried inside, the lingering pleasure coursed through my veins as it twitched, spent.

“That was amazing,” I gasped, unable to hide the satisfaction in my voice. Everything seemed brighter, the colors deeper, sounds clearer, and sensations more potent. An indescribable high. Better than ****, ****, and sex combined. Chloe didn’t respond. Body trembling. The smile on my face felt natural as I took her in. Yeah. No matter how much she pretended to hate me, the truth always came out once she got a taste of that cock.

Pushing her off, I let her flop onto the cot as I got to my feet. There was a spring to my step. A buzz in my body as I grabbed a few tissues and cleaned myself up before pulling up my pants. A few minutes to get everything adjusted, I took a deep breath. I felt like a new man. A man on top of the world. Behind me, Chloe was starting to stir. Right.

I tossed the roll of cash onto the cot beside her. No idea how much money was there. Didn’t care. She worked hard today and deserved a little tip. The extra would hopefully make her put that little bit of extra in her service next time. “Always great work, Chloe. See you next time.”

Making my exit, the smile wouldn’t leave. God. That was incredible. Worth every penny.

Pulling out my phone, I dialed the number. A bubbly voice answered me. “Hey, Babe. Just got your message. Huh? Had to handle some business, but I’m free now. What’s up?” I grinned. “Sure. Sounds great. See you in twenty?”

Phone in my pocket, I headed down the hall. Life was great.