An Interesting Profession...

“Mind if I sit down” you asked the woman. “Of course sir! Let me just clean the ejaculate off of my chest.” You thought she’d get a paper towel to do the job. Instead, she simply scooped the cum up with her fingers and placed it in her mouth. She let out an audible “mmmmmm” before turning her attention back to you. “How can I make you happy?” she said.

“Is it okay if I ask you a few questions?” you ask her. She said that you could do whatever you wanted with her and ask whatever you wanted. She was “yours to use and ****.”

You asked her for some of her details. Her name was Veronica though most called her Miss Ronni. She was 30 years old and had been a Whitman for 3 years. As she told you about herself you got a good look at her body. She was absolutely stunning. Sandy blonde hair that went down to her shoulders. She had it in a pony tail with one strand in front of her face. She had a nice big smile and deep green eyes that looked incredibly sexy.

Her body was stunning. Perky tits that must have been Cs or Ds. Her stomach was flat and toned; it looked even better as she had a nice bronze tan all over. She had a hairless pussy and long, slim legs. She was quite a catch; probably what made that scene with her last partner so odd. In the real world, no one who looked like her would’ve paid her last fuck partner the time of day. Here in the Whitman world though it seemed to be normal. There were at least 20 other similar examples in the Singles Room at that moment.

“So Ronni, why was that guy being so harsh to you?” you asked in a concerned voice. “He wasn’t being harsh at all! That’s just Fred. He does that to me all the time.” You asked why; there was a bit of what you’d define as **** going on in the room, but most of what you saw was just passionate fucking. “Well, I failed his kid on an algebra test. He wanted to release some stress on me.” Your jaw dropped.

“Wait, Ronni, you’re a teacher?!??”