Abbie sat a few rows behind her whore in the lecture theatre. She watched the crowd carefully, on the lookout for a potential customer. She figured a nine o'clock lecture wouldn't be the best time for it, but she wanted Ellen to actually study: an educated whore would make her more money than a college drop-out. And anyway, there'd be good opportunities to have her slut strut her stuff later on. So Abbie was happy to scan the crowd while the professor droned on and on about carbon atoms and electrons and other boring shit. She had to admit her property was doing well. Ellen was sitting just as Abbie had told her, with her legs slightly apart and her back arched to show off her juicy, firm tits, and her pen resting suggestively against her bottom lip. There were a few glances at Ellen from various students. A geeky boy named Evan Nimzicki, who Abbie knew had rich parents, couldn't take his eyes off her. Then there was Doug Ryburn, an obnoxious jock whose football scholarship required him to pass at least one science subject and who was rumoured to be so rough and selfish in the sack that even the slutty cheerleaders wouldn't touch him. Even the Professor O'Connor kept staring at her and getting distracted from what he was saying. Finally there was Amy Paceman, spoiled daughter of super strict religious conservative parents but everyone knew she was a closet lesbian. She kept furtively sending glances Ellen's way.
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