Fulfilling her side of the NDA contract

I can't believe I'm doing this. Amy thinks to herself as she mimes giving a blowjob in front of these two men, one of whom she's never even met before, while wearing the sluttiest clothes she's ever worn in her life. I can't believe I'm wearing this, I can't believe I walked across campus looking like this, and I can't believe I said that line, I simply can't believe it!!!

But it's about to get even worse.

"Ah yes, I was expecting a blowjob delivery. Right here please." Maurice says, and begins to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

Ugh. A 'blowjob delivery'. What a dumb and humiliating concept.

But even so, Amy knows she has **** but to obey. Well, she has another choice, and that's to permit Maurice Briggs to tell every black man on campus that she won't be allowed to graduate if she says 'no' to them.

So, she gets on her knees in front of this cruel man and produces a condom that was tucked inside one glove, while Maurice removes his tie and his shirt, and unbuttons his pants.

"Oh, very conveniently timed. You scheduled this to try and give off the impression that you already have women under contract for sexual services, so don't feel particularly **** to get anything from my daughter is that it?" The man Amy doesn't know is clearly very angry, which makes Amy shiver nervously. But it's really anything to do with her - her job is to roll this ultra-thin condom over Maurice's rock hard cock, and so she gets to work doing exactly that.

Maurice chuckles, paying no attention to Amy, all his attention on this other man, even as a beautiful young blonde woman is applying a condom to his penis.

"It's a bluff. This is a one-off favor or debt from her to you. Obviously." The man says dryly. "I know you value sex with my daughter much more highly than you're trying to portray."

Maurice makes a thinking sound. "Maybe you're right. Maybe Amy here is just doing this as a one-time thing."

However, both Amy and Maurice know that Amy is required to do this every fucking day.

Amy whines softly to herself before coughing and adopting a more 'professional' attitude. She begins to fully fulfil her role as a 'blowjob delivery girl', taking this man's thick cock into her mouth.

I'm really doing it. I'm really being his daily blowjob girl. Holy shit. What has happened to my life. Teaching hasn't even started yet and I feel like I've already failed.

"So this stunt is, what, to make me increase my offer to 80%? Because Jennifer's body is worth lower value to you than I estimated? Well I refuse. It's not. I won't believe it." The man stutters.

"I was thinking more like 85%, really." Maurice snickers.

If he's enjoying what Amy is doing to him, he's not making it obvious. But obviously it must be feeling good. Amy's on her knees in front him slobbering on his dick, for fuck's sake!

This is so degrading! She can't help but keep thinking, as she fellates this man she's not attracted to, in front of a stranger, because of a contract she signed.

"Absolutely not. No way. No way you can value her that low." The stranger watching them snarls.

Maurice sighs, and then looks down at the blowjob delivery suck slurping on his shaft.

"Amy, how often are you contractually obligated to 'deliver' me a blowjob?" Maurice asks.

Amy isn't required to answer this question, but she doesn't see what she would gain from lying or refusing. She's certain Maurice could find ways to make this less pleasant for her... Like doing it outside in front of huge crowds. She pulls back off his dick just for a moment, to say "Every day, Sir," and then returns to her oral-based duties.

"Every single day." Maurice says happily, going back to ignoring Amy and staring at the other man.

"Mother of god."

"Indeed. So I'm rather satisfied with my situation already." Maurice says happily, grunting as he says 'satisfied'.

And indeed Amy discovers just how satisfied he is, as semen erupts from the tip of his penis, filling the tip of the condom with that warm creamy slime.

Forcing the most **** smile of her life, Amy pulls her face back from this cruel man's penis, and delicately peels the condom off, making sure not to spill any of the cum. She then diligently ties the end, and, as required by the terms of her NDA contract, tucks the tied end into the waistband of her hotpants, where it must remain, the cum-filled end dangling out in the open like some perverse reminder of what she's just done, until she returns to her dorm.

She leaves the men to their negotations, and struts her way back to her room in a sort of fugue state, unable to really believe or comprehend what she's done and what she's now doing, walking about in public with a used condom dangling from her hip. Only five or so people pass her, and only three of them notice the condom, but that's still three too many.

Still, at least nobody stopped her and verbally challenged her on it.

...Today, at least.