Working Girl (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—fantastic as it was—but 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. The first time I’d ever had sex without being blissed out on a euphoric high. Odd how a mundane orgasm had me so excited compared to my usual ones.

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 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 and I was determined to give him his money’s worth.

“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 with a spin that sent my skirt up. 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.” I left it at that. No need to get more complicated than it needed to be.

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. Didn’t blame him, really. This place could be brutal, especially if you didn’t have the name and money to back you up. 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. The old me might have taken pity on him and gave him some freebies, but I couldn’t afford that sort of thinking anymore. This was business and only business. Jake might be okay with all this, but that didn’t mean I could take all this for granted. I needed to keep my own emotions in check, even if my Gift made it so damn hard to.

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 took a few steps forward 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.

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 if you cum in my mouth. A hundred if you want me to swallow. It’s a hundred if you cum on my face, and you don’t even want to know how much I charge if you get it in my hair, so if you go that route, take care on where you are aiming.”

His eyes seemed to bulge at the prices. He wasn’t the normal clientèle and was out of his depth. I felt guilty saying all that knowing he couldn’t afford it, but no way was I going to risk it getting out I was giving out pity extras. I knew I was expensive, but I was worth every fucking penny.

“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 you can’t get extended time.”

“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.

I wasn’t heartless.

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 Jake 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 thoughts of him aside, guilty I was thinking of him instead of focusing on my job. This guy was paying a premium for my time and I needed to make sure he was satisfied with what he paid for. I doubt he was going to be able to afford another session anytime soon, so I would make this one to remember.

“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 as I sucked in a lungful of air. Fuck. That rush got me every time. It was like going from zero to sixty, body ready and willing to get going.

“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, blinking rapidly 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.

Poor guy looked like he was having a seizure, completely overwhelmed by the experience.

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. A glance at the clock showed it had been a quick session. I would have mentioned the option to buy a second round—there was plenty of time left for one—but that would have been cruel considering he already spent all he had.

“Thank you.” He jumped at my voice. 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. My Gift always ensured I had an orgasm. He didn’t need to know it was the inferior one when the guy was the one to trigger my Gift. Mine were considerably better, and imparted a better euphoria bump in the process.

“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 figured. He had the look of a lotto kid. They got picked on a lot. I avoided a lot of that by attaching myself to a ‘friend’ beginning of freshmen year. Once word got out about my Gift, I found myself as one of the few untouchables here in school.

He must have seen the look in my eye. “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? Depending on their family, administration was more likely to bully the victim than the one doing it.

“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 and…” His face was red. “It felt really good.” Gratitude. Real gratitude. I didn’t get that often.

“Sure. I enjoyed it.”

Now I felt really bad that I didn’t remember his name.

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. Took me a second to figure out what the hell was so different.

The desire to be self-loathing and hate myself was missing. Of course my Gift prevented me from feeling them, but that wasn’t the case here. They were simply gone. I felt a bit dirty and gross, but that was unavoidable here.

No, the hate, disgust, and misery that usually went with all this wasn’t nearly as powerful as it once was. It wasn’t the crushing sort waiting to hurt me once the euphoria bump holding me together faded.

This was Jake’s influence at work. Sharing that moment with him had been transforming. He loved me. The me as I was. What a difference that made. I mean, I had Mom and I knew she loved me, but what I had with Jake was different. I couldn’t tell Mom about this. It would devastate her. Jake though? I trusted him. Leaned on him. I didn’t need to keep secrets from him. Not that I could, considering his Gift. I had been a mess emotionally when we first met, and he still wanted to be with me.

That was something that filled me with… hope? Hope that I could get my shit together. For him. For us. That we could really make this work.

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 let out a long breath as I sat on the cot, waiting for my next client. I should clean up a bit more, but I had plenty of time. Instead, I let my mind drift to thoughts of the future.

I once had this all planned out. Whoring myself to whoever could pay, I would make as much money as I possibly could. Had to milk these rich guys for all I could while I had the chance. 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. A life where whispers wouldn’t follow. One that no one knew about me, my Gift, or what I’d done.

And I would finally be able to help Mom and start paying her back for all she’d done for me.

Jake was an unexpected wrinkle, changing everything. Maybe I didn’t need to wait until after graduation to start building that better life I hoped for.

Maybe…

Fuck.

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 Jake’s first time. His touch played my body like an expert musician. He knew exactly where and how to touch me. If that was what sex was going to be like every time I was with him, I would take the lack of mental privacy.

I shook my head. Gah! So frustrating how he was always worming his way into my thoughts.

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 and euphoric bliss 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.

With a puff of air at my bangs, 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 didn’t know how long I stared or why they captivated me as I sat on the cot, euphoria pumping through me with a thousand dollars in hand.

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.