Anything for Money: A Sex-For-Hire College Romance

by Lindsey Bedder

  “Fuck yes,” were my first words, when I returned to sanity.

  The Frenchman breathed against my shoulder. He leaned against me without strength, and I was pressed fully against the wall. I slid a little because of my sweat. My feet weren’t touching the floor, but I was slowly lowering as his cock shrank out of my vagina.

  “Thank you,” he said and stood. He pulled off his condom and was about to flush it when I stopped him.

  “I want to keep this,” I told him. “It’s my trophy.”

  He gave the first smile I saw on his face. “Whore, I wish you were my trophy. Maybe I see you again?”

  “Can you get to College Town?” I gave him my email address.

  Before he left, he leaned down to give me a kiss. Because he wanted it, I wanted it too. I turned my face toward his. The kiss was slow, tender, and burning with desire.

  He was gone before my eyes fluttered open.

  When I was able to walk, I followed him. My Frenchman was gone, but there were three ten-dollar bills on the floor by my crumpled dress. I added the knotted-off condom full of French sperm. I turned to Borden to ask him to take a picture with his phone.

  Borden wasn’t alone.

  RJ was there too, with a hungry look on his face.

  Next to them was another stranger—an older man, white-haired, with a pot belly. He was expensively dressed. In contrast to his wrinkles, he had a wishful young smile as he stared at my naked, sweat-streaked, and probably grimy body.

  I couldn’t help but smile back.

  My whore-brain clicked over. I wanted that man. He wanted me, so I wanted him. It was as easy as that. The next love of my life was standing four feet away, and it was all I could do to not simply tackle him and show him how much I craved his cock.

  “I’m next, young lady,” the sexy older man said. “When I heard how cheap you are, I couldn’t resist.”

  Flattered, I smiled and turned his way. The scrutiny from three men at once made me feel slinky and sexy as I walked.

  I gave the old man a lingering kiss—delicately at first, and then more passionately when I realized he was as solid as all the other men I’d loved. There was nothing fragile about him.

  “This is going to be good,” the man said, when I pulled away to let him breathe.

  My thoughts exactly, Bad Rebecca and Good Rebecca answered at the same time.

  In fact, there wasn’t any difference between Bad Rebecca and Good Rebecca anymore. They were no longer fighting in my head. They were two sides of the same coin.

  I’d found inner peace.

  RJ Comes Clean

  Whoring sounds easy, but it’s exhausting!

  Forty minutes and two more Johns later, I was spent. RJ and Borden led me through the bus station and back to the parking lot. I was over-fucked and teetering in my shoes. I knew what I looked like, and how I smelled: cologne, cigarettes, desperation, and cum—a potent combination that I never wanted to forget. I wanted to bottle it and spray it on each morning.

  “Let’s just get a hotel room,” Borden suggested. “Rebecca earned enough for that.”

  “But then we’ll be short on gas money again.” RJ said.

  “Will you bring me back here tomorrow?” I asked. “I’ll earn us more money.”

  “That’s a deal,” said RJ.

  The cheap motel across the busy street had a vacancy. On the way to the room, Borden whispered, “You have an admirer, Marylou.”

  It was the custodian, staring so hard from up the hall I thought my dress might catch fire. For me it was love at first sight, like all my Johns. I felt a surge of desire; I wanted him because he wanted me. Yeah, I was probably a little loopy from whoring at the bus station. I even felt a little re-programmed, with new triggers and habits sliding into place for my new whore’s life.

  “Should I… ?” I turned his direction.

  RJ reeled me back into a hug. I squirmed in his arms, wavering between staying with RJ and walking to the custodian to see what might happen.

  “Borden,” RJ said, “give us an hour. There’s something Rebecca and I need to settle.”

  “No problem. I’ll find us some dinner.” He hesitated. The way Borden’s eyes lingered on me…

  I squirmed out of RJ’s arms and gave Borden a long hug.

  I whispered, “I’m sorry I turned out different than what you wanted. I really can’t be your girlfriend.”

  Borden was wistful, but not upset. “Rebecca, don’t feel bad! You and Ripper are made for each other and I know it. That’s why I messaged him from the restaurant. And thanks to you, now I know the kind of girl I’ve always wanted, and I know what to look for. In addition to everything else, you’ve been educational.”

  He gave me a lingering kiss, and I leaned into it like a high wind. When he left, he passed the still-watching janitor, who gave him a thumbs up.

  I finally stumbled into the room and collapsed on the nearest bed.

  “What a day!” I said. My body was still tingling, all over, from the touches of every stranger, and the orgasms from each one.

  RJ crawled onto the bed beside me.

  He kissed me.

  “Sorry, babe, I couldn’t resist. You look fabulously sexy right now.”

  I didn’t mind. “Kissgoodokay,” I said, “I mean… ”

  “Are we still friends?” he asked.

  “Listen—” I started.

  He stopped me with another kiss, deeper this time. His tongue tickled mine.

  I didn’t look my best. I was sweaty, hard-ridden, with droopy make-up. I was the college coed equivalent of a used condom on the sidewalk. If my goal was to be alluring and mysterious, I was on the wrong path.

  He caught my chin and turned my face to his. “Rebecca, did you like your adventure today?”

  I didn’t answer right away and this caught his full attention.

  “Rebecca? Did you like it?”

  “Yes,” I said meekly.

  “Just ‘yes?’ That’s it?”

  I didn’t answer right away. I wanted him to suffer a little, for all the glorious suffering he’d put me through. I waited until just before he decided to disappear from me again (because I’d developed a sixth sense about that kind of thing).

  Then I said, “This was the best day ever, Jack. Now I know what I want to do with the rest of my life.”

  Then I kissed him. Turnabout is fair play.

  He leaned against me lightly at first, chest to chest, then let himself sink into me. I loved his weight. I melted onto the bed with his hands spreading my arms, his thighs on my thighs, and the bulge in his pants bearing down between my legs.

  He moved off my mouth and kissed my cheeks, my eye-lids, my forehead, rediscovering everything with his lips. For my part, I reveled in his weight, his smell, and his movement.

  He moved my legs apart with his knees. Now he had me pinned under him, and his full weight was on my torso. It was delicious surrender. I’d let him do this and more. He could spread me like butter and taste every inch, and spend all night doing it.

  Suddenly his weight disappeared. He crawled up me and straddled my chest. My breasts squeezed between his thighs, and his knees kept my arms pinned.

  “It drives me insane to see other men using you.”

  “Good.”

  “I can’t believe I left you hanging for a whole semester,” he said.

  “I can believe it. You’re very insecure.” I squirmed under his weight. “We super-friend-zoned each other.”

  He pulled his shirt off. I twisted under him, trying to wiggle free. I flipped my legs up to wrap them around his shoulders. He dodged, laughing. Next, his hands went to his fly, and I calmed down. He opened his pants, and they slid readily down his hips to reveal his underwear. He pulled that off too.

  Suddenly I had RJ’s cock between my breasts. His hair was trimmed for action. He was thick and beautiful. His heat radiated on my face. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  “Is it strange that I want other guys to
nail you?” he asked.

  I couldn’t answer right away, because he had gripped his thickening shaft and pointed it at my mouth. He ran it over my lips. I craned my head forward, getting him inside my mouth for tantalizing moments before he pulled himself loose again.

  “Is it strange that you want other guys to nail me? That’s super-strange. Apparently I’m strange too, because I’m totally turned on.”

  He said, “I lined up some college boys, and you wore them out. I whored you at the fucking Indianapolis bus station, and you loved it! I kept pulling away from you, because I was afraid. I was afraid you’d be disgusted at me.”

  “It was the same for me, Jack,” I said.

  “That’s how I lost my last girlfriend. She found out what I like, and caught the next train out. The next train was the air conditioner repair guy.”

  I stopped his cock from invading my mouth, and said, as if into a microphone, “I think we’re past all that, Jack. Remember two things. One, I am just as perverted and dirty as you are. Two, never tell me about your ex-girlfriends.”

  “Deal,” he grinned.

  I let him enter my mouth. I explored him with my tongue, goading him a millimeter at a time to give me more. His knees bracketed my ears. I had his entire shaft now and I couldn’t pull back from it. Not that I wanted to. Underneath him like this, I couldn’t see anything but RJ. He was my whole world.

  “I could watch you do this all day,” he said.

  I could do it all day.

  His ball-sack rested on my throat like a bag of heated rocks. His cock slid steadily in and out between my lips. I drank him with my eyes. I guzzled him. This was the first time in my life I didn’t have to pretend I wasn’t staring at RJ.

  Nice as it was to take it slow, we were building something together. Over the last few hours, I’d already experienced the world’s most intense foreplay. I had to do something to speed things up.

  He had me pinned but I was cagey. I slid my sweat-slick arms out from under his knees and grabbed his ass with my claws.

  “Ouch!”

  He surged forward into my mouth, sliding deeper into my throat. I raised my chin to accommodate his angle and he buried himself to the hilt between my lips. He gasped when he was all the way in.

  I kept him off balance by hugging his hips and arching my back like a pro wrestler. He fell forward and caught his weight on his hands. He tried to sit up again but he was too late, I was already free of his weight. I turned like an alligator in a death roll, and since his cock was between my teeth, he damn well went along with it.

  Now I was on top, with my face in his crotch. I muscled his pants down his legs.

  “Remind me to tie you up next time,” he said.

  I rewarded him with a strong suck. Tying me up, huh? Was there anything he could suggest that wouldn’t turn me on?

  As I worked his cock, I let my hands explore his chest. This was the chest I’d manufactured excuses to touch in the past. The chest I’d accidentally brushed with my palm as I reached into the refrigerator.

  “I miss when we used to talk,” he said.

  I pulled off his cock and laughed. “You want people talking, watch CNN. I have a semester of cock-sucking to catch up.”

  “You are so dirty, Rebecca!”

  He didn’t let me go back down to his cock. He held me with his unfairly strong arms and enjoyed the vision of me straining to get his shaft in my mouth. Good. I liked showing him how much I craved it.

  If I had surprised him by flipping him off me with little more than mouth suction, he surprised me next. Boy was strong! He clasped me under my arms and flew me up his body until he had me in a kind of upside-down push-up. I dangled over him, breasts brushing his chest, trying to reach his mouth with mine.

  He dodged my mouth and looked down. I gathered my legs so I could lunge at him — he kicked them out and I collapsed on him. My mound bounced on his hot, silky shaft. I gasped.

  He said, “Stop wiggling so much, you nympho.”

  I ignored him and pursued my agenda. In seconds I had the folds of my nether lips against his cock and I collected my knees under me. The underside of his glans slid across my clit, and I blurred with sensation. I didn’t mind that he saw me mewl like a drunk kitten. I didn’t mind his know-it-all smile. He repeated the move, brushing his cock against my opening.

  “Ooooh… shit!” I cried. To keep from saying anything more, I bit my lip and lifted my head. He watched, riveted. He wasn’t running out of arm strength any time soon, holding me above his body. Since I was too far away to properly kiss him, or smother his chest with my breasts, or clasp his shoulders in my arms, then sure, let him watch what he was doing to me. Let him read my face. No secrets, no modesty. Let RJ see that he fucking owned me.

  I wiggled around until I straddled his hips. I was properly above his distracting cock, and when he rocked his pelvis to tease me again, I scooped with my own hips and picked up the head of his cock in my pussy. He slid up to torment my clit again, but this time he slid seamlessly into me. We sealed together like tupperware. The friction heat fired in both of us at the same time.

  Feeling me suddenly envelop his whole world was too much for him. His arms gave out and I finally landed on him.

  “Mission accomplished,” I gasped.

  RJ’s eyes were closed, and his eyelids were as soft when I kissed them. He was in another world, but a smile of delight curled over his lips. In the magic-hour light through the window of the hotel room, he seemed to supernaturally out-glow the sunset. He was fucking radiant. I was drunk on this boy’s face and that mysterious smile.

  “Move, baby,” he urged. “You’re so wet for me!”

  Hell, yes. I moved on his cock, and powered through the quivers that speared my body. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t believe I’d ever settled for regular sex—which is great, don’t get me wrong. With RJ, at this moment at least, it was so much more. Joy, relief, and urgency… all of it untethered by shyness, self-doubt, and second thoughts.

  RJ noticed it too. “I can’t believe how responsive you are. Even from my tiniest twitch, I feel the reaction in your body. Whatever’s happening in me, you’re aware of it. We’re connected… ”

  He was talking too much, so I pressed down on his cock and bit his neck. He gasped and lost his train of thought.

  “Are you ready?” I asked.

  “More than ready, Rebecca.”

  He finally opened his eyes, then wrapped me in his arms and held my face in his hands. He pulled us together for a kiss. At the same time, I rocked my hips. We both shuddered. It was too much. Between the sensation where his cock dug into my pussy, and the energetic, focused heat of our deepening kiss, we weren’t going to last long.

  I slipped off his mouth. Kissing was too complicated now. I rested my head against his temple and simply focused on what was happening downstairs. I had his cheek and chin under my lips. I registered that he was salty and damp.

  Then RJ’s hands shifted to my hips. He lifted me off his groin and held me steadily in the air. God, yes! He plunged into me with smooth, fluid movements. I kept moving too, matching his pulse. I felt solid and delicious with my hips rocking in his hands. My primal movements told him what my body wanted. We were finally in sync, not just in our minds and in our hearts, but in this bed too. In our very breathing. I finally matched him as a dance partner.

  “Rebecca… ”

  I turned toward my beautiful man’s face just in time to see him come. He tried to smother me with his arms but my spine and ass were too strong, and slippery with sweat besides. I hammered his cock with my pelvis, not letting him fall loose or otherwise fuck things up. His shaft was fire inside me, and then hot, slick smoothness as he shot off.

  RJ, surging into me.

  My own orgasm landed like a falling tree. It knocked my breath out, and I suddenly felt fifty times heavier on his chest. Our bed rolled like a floundering ship… the whole room billowed. My body misread every sensory queue it rec
eived, but I didn’t spare any attention for this mishmash world. Nothing else mattered while RJ filled me with jet after jet of cum. The only clear and unmistakeable message emanated from my sex, and it washed over me like a sluice of boiling water.

  “Too much!” I cried.

  He didn’t answer. His galvanic thrusts subsided, until each was more of a flinch than thrust. I was sensitive too, but more alive and energized, and my body hummed on top of him like a happy ice-cream maker.

  I unpeeled from RJ like a suction cup and eased next to him, snuggling under his arm. For a long while, we simply laid still and breathed as lights from the traffic slid across the walls.

  I was alert enough to notice when he peeked at me. We smiled at the same time, and our smiles didn’t fade. We just kept at it, too happy to quit.

  “Rebecca,” he said, “is it too soon to say the word ‘love’ to you?”

  “After everything we’ve been through? No, it’s not too soon.”

  “Then I’d like to tell you something.”

  The room was quiet and serene. It shimmered as my eyes filled with tears. RJ spoke the words, and filled my heart with joy.

  The End

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  About the Author

  Lindsey Flinch Bedder was born in either 1983 or 1988, the records are lost. Why are we so hung up on numbers? She’s young, fulsome, and fabulous, that’s all that matters. She might be a little defensive.

  Lindsey writes funny erotic romances about women provocateurs, the adventures they have, the strangers they provoke, and the men who love them.