Chloe

Chloe grinned as she came into the boy's dorm, her heels clicking against the tiles. The smell of stale cologne and laundry that hadn't seen the light of day in weeks filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the clean, crisp scent of Max's room, but she found it oddly comforting. She had missed this, the thrill of the hunt.

The first room she visited was the one she knew had the most potential for profit. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the sound of snoring coming from inside. She pushed the door open further, her eyes scanning the room. The boy in question was sprawled out on his bed, his boxers tented with his morning wood. She licked her lips, already planning her approach.

"Wakey, wakey," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. The boy's eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a start, his cheeks flushing when he saw her. "Morning," she said, her smile wicked. "I've got a little...task for you, if you're up for it."

The boy, one of the junior jocks who had always looked at Chloe with a mix of lust and contempt, couldn't believe his luck. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice gruff with sleep and desire.

Chloe sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying with purpose. She leaned over, her breasts practically spilling out of her dress. "Well," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I need some help with something. And I'm willing to...reward you for your trouble."

The boy's eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. "Anything," he murmured, his eyes locked on her chest.

"Good, but I have a price for fun."

Chloe's words hung in the air, a challenge that the junior jock was more than eager to meet. He fumbled with his wallet, pulling out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. Chloe raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smug smile.

"That's a start," she said, taking the money. "But I think you can do better than that."

The boy nodded, his eyes glazed with lust as he pulled out another twenty. Chloe took it, her smile widening. "Good boy," she said, her voice a purr. "Now, let's get to it."