Working out the details

“Earth to Andrew . . .” Alyssa shakes my shoulder, snapping me out of a reverie. “Good, I lost you there for a minute. Listen, something that might be a problem—I should have noticed earlier, I was just too focused—look.” She points to my jeans, and specifically to my raging hard-on, which is threatening to split the zipper. Eating Alyssa’s pussy got me very long and hard, and if I’d softened any, my daydream appears to have reversed that. “You’re quite large, which I never would have guessed before today. If a girl goes through something that fucking hot and then sees you packing that kind of heat, that could have negative consequences. She might be afraid that you’re going to renege on the deal and jump her, and we don’t want to scare anyone. Then again, she might decide to jump you herself, which may or may not be a problem.”

That last thought hadn’t occurred to me, but it doesn’t sound like a problem to me. Except— “And if she has a boyfriend, or there’s some other reason she really doesn’t want to go that far—”

“Right,” Alyssa says, nodding. “If a girl’s unattached, if it’s safe for her and she wants to fuck you, I don’t think there’d be any problem with that. Just have a condom or two with you in case she isn’t on the pill. There are going to be times, though, when it will be up to you to abide by the contract when a girl doesn’t want you to because she needs you to. That’s going to be rough, but I think you can hold to it.

“As for customers who might be afraid . . . I think the thing to do is give every client something in writing. Write up a pledge that you will not initiate any sexual contact beyond whatever services the client requests. Don’t bind them to anything, if they want more—the point is to make it clear that you’re not trying to pull anything inappropriate. We’ll also need to make sure that every new client tells you if they have a boyfriend or need to avoid vaginal intercourse for some reason (like the gymnastics team before a meet). We can handle that informally—if I talk through that with every girl I refer, and tell them to do the same with any girl they refer, that will get the job done without needing to be intrusive about it.” Alyssa pauses to think. “I think that should take care of that.

“Now, about the price list . . .” We struggle with that for a while. On the one hand, this is college, and my clients will be students. On the other hand, so am I, and I need to make a decent hourly rate. We talk for quite a while, but don’t get very far. We only nail down two things. One, for any client I recruit myself, I get to keep the referral fee. Two, a referrer can choose to waive her fee for the first session with a new client, giving them a one-time 50% discount. If someone’s interested but balking at the price, they might try me out for half off. If I’m good enough, maybe they decide I’m worth it and come back for more. The referrer might lose in the short term, but the long term is all upside.

Finally, we agree to put the price list on hold. For the first two weeks, Alyssa will be my only client anyway, and I’m not charging her anything. We decide to revisit the list after we both have a better idea how it should go.

While we’re talking, I hear someone moving in down the hall. Someone’s dad is getting bent out of shape about the way the closets are already beaten up and he’ll be damned if he’ll get billed for it at the end of the semester. Alyssa and I eavesdrop. Dave, the RA on duty, is busy saying “Mmhmm,” and “Yes, sir,” and “I understand, sir,” and “Don’t worry, sir,” like they just might go out of style. Poor guy. I suppose the room and board must be worth it to him, though, because he lets the dad run himself out of steam, writes up a sheet the dad can take with him that clearly outlines the existing damage, and sends him on his way.