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Donald stared at his screen for hours. He had become somewhat addicted to his new spy toy, consequentially letting his grades slip and his tutoring gigs fall to the wayside. He rarely left his desk and never left his apartment. He kept his balcony doors permanently open to air out the funk that had collected over time from spoiled food and unwashed clothes. He did not want to miss a single live moment of Jodi in her room. He was on a 10-hour sprint since the last sighting, when Jodi had left her room with books in hand, probably to go study somewhere a little quieter than the dorm. To bide his time, Donald double-clicked the icon for an earlier recording he had made. A movie of Jodi studying in her Victoria’s Secret pajamas began playing. Donald silently cursed his inability to move, rotate, or zoom the webcam. Still, it didn’t really matter what Jodi did, as long as he got to see her do it.

Donald nearly jumped out of his seat as Jodi finally walked into her room. He accidentally knocked his wireless mouse off the desk trying to close the movie he was watching, truly the consummate klutz. After retrieving the mouse from the floor, he was saddened to see that Jodi was once again missing, but her door was open, so there was a good chance she was coming right back. She did, wrapped in a white towel. She was evidently preparing a shower.

“Excellent work,” said Paul from behind Donald. He leaned in to get a better look at the screen. “You were really thinking on your feet.”

“Well, yeah!” retorted Donald as if insulted.

“Calm down,” said Paul. “Now, I’ll pay you $500 a day to stream this from my computer at home.”

“The deal was $1000!” exclaimed Donald.

“The deal changed,” replied Paul calmly. “This image isn’t very high-res and her connection is obviously not that great considering the way frames are dropping.”

“But if anyone finds out, I could get in serious trouble,” pleaded Donald.

“No one is going to find out,” assured Paul. “Besides, even if they do, my dad will take care of it.”

Donald reluctantly scribbled down the IP address and port of his streaming server on a sticky note, ripped it off the pad, and handed it to Paul. “I’ll replicate the stream. I won’t give you her address. This is my server’s IP and port. That’s all you get, and I’m going to be monitoring your usage. This is for your eyes only.”

Paul snatched the sticky note. “Totally,” he said with a smile. He walked toward the front door. He paused and turned toward Donald once more. “Ya know,” he began, “you’ve been pretty useful.” An eerie silence descended on the room as Paul stood and stared at Donald with nary a blink. “But.” Paul rushed at Donald and pulled him up from his chair by the collar. “I make the rules! Not you!” With that Paul dragged the completely stunned Donald across the room through the open doors to the balcony. Paul stopped short, but Donald stumbled headfirst over the rail, six stories to the parking lot below. Paul winced a little as Donald’s limp body crashed into the asphalt, making a somewhat satisfying crunching sound. He then ceremoniously wiped his hands of the whole ordeal and returned to Donald’s desk.

Paul pulled a letter out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the desk. It was his “suicide” note for Donald, typed and printed so as not to leave a handwriting trail. With a few quick keystrokes he broadcast Jodi’s unwitting show to his buyers, a short but lucrative list of businessmen with a taste for reality TV. He then left the apartment.

Paul drove away in his Land Rover while simultaneously booting up his wireless laptop. He opened his “Jodicam” site and waited for her to return from her shower. She eventually did, once again wrapped in her white towel, closing the door behind her. Paul called her on his Bluetooth headset.

Jodi was putting her long wet hair up in a second towel when her cell phone rang. She recognized the number and didn’t want to answer. Paul pissed her off so much but fucked her so well. She hated herself for wanting to talk to him again. She answered the phone. “What do you want?”

“Want to make some more money?” asked Paul plainly.

“No fucking way. I’m not your whore. That was a really shitty thing to do!” shouted Jodi, not sure if she really meant it.

“I can pay you $1,000 a day,” said Paul, still driving.

Jodi was baffled. She paused before saying, “I can only imagine what I’d have to do for that kind of cash, and in case you don’t know what that means, it means ‘No way.’”

“Think before you speak,” replied Paul. “All you really have to do is keep your dorm life a bit more…interesting let’s say.”

“What the hell does that mean?” questioned Jodi.

“It means that you can star in your own reality show from the comfort of your tiny little room. In fact, you already are,” said Paul.

Jodi wrinkled her face in confusion and anger. “What are you talking about?”

“Your webcam is being broadcast to a number of very rich businessmen. They can see you right now,” explained Paul. Jodi spun around and stared at the camera. “All you have to do is get them off. It really should be very easy for you, a quick way to make a lot of money, and it doesn’t even seem like anyone is there.”

“You’re lying,” said Jodi.

“Does it matter?” asked Paul. “I’m heading to your place right now with your first payment. I’m going to hang up the phone now. If you accept my offer, drop the towels.” Paul ended the call and tossed his phone into the seat beside him.

Jodi stood aghast, still eying the little webcam atop her monitor. She wasn’t a computer expert by any stretch of the imagination, so there was no way for her to know if what Paul was saying was true. For all she knew, he was just trying to control her again. She stood blankly staring, as if one of her four walls had just been torn down. Then, slowly, she let down her hair, dropping the towel to the floor. The second one fell shortly thereafter. She was naked in the privacy of her room but at the same time on the global stage of the Internet. There was a knock at her door. She opened it a tad.

“Your roommate let me in,” said Paul. “May I come in your room, please?” Jodi hid herself behind the door as she opened it just wide enough for Paul to squeak through. “Thank you. Let’s begin, shall we?” Once more Jodi found herself in a position of lust and hate. Paul had a way of making her skin tingle even without touching her. “Get on all fours on your bed please, facing away from the camera.” Jodi silently obeyed. “Excellent. Now reach between your legs and finger yourself.” Jodi sucked two fingers until they were nice and soaked before lowering them to her excited cunt. She tickled her clit a little to get the juices flowing before plunging her fingers inside. “Very nice,” said Paul. “Now suck my fingers,” he directed as he put his hand in her face. Jodi complied. Paul then removed his fingers and approached Jodi’s ass. “Now be very quiet,” he said as he shoved his index finger into Jodi’s tight asshole. Jodi whimpered a bit. Paul responded by spanking her ass with his free hand. “I said be quiet.” Paul began moving his finger in and out of Jodi’s asshole while she masturbated. This was definitely something Jodi had never experienced. Mark had always wanted to try butt sex, but Jodi always shied away. Now, here she was with this strange guy that had this strange power over her, getting her asshole probed.

A second finger entered Jodi’s asshole. She managed to keep quiet. “Very good,” commended Paul. At this point Jodi was about to cum. Her back arched and her head fell as she vigorously rubbed and prodded herself. Paul pulled her hair. “Head up!” he demanded. Jodi came violently. Being completely at Paul’s mercy was more than she could bear. Her hard body rocked as she exhaled deeply and repeatedly, fatigued from the mere minutes of sexual activity. The orgasm caused her to sweat. Paul tossed a $100 bill at her. “You get a max of 10 of those each day. How many more do you want to earn tonight?” asked Paul.

Jodi rose quickly and pushed Paul onto the bed. She tore his belt and pants away, eager to feel his cock inside her. Like a heroine addict finally getting a fix, Jodi whimpered at the pleasure of slowly sliding Paul’s cock into her soaking wet pussy. “How much is this worth?” she asked as she increased her pace up and down Paul’s shaft.

“I’ll give you 200,” said Paul, trying not show any signs of pleasure.

Jodi bounced a few more times before dismounting. She faced away from Paul, standing at a slight crouch. She reached back and put Paul’s cock into her ass, her face cringing in pain and pleasure as it grew harder deep inside. “How about this?” she asked as she began to grind her hips.

“Definitely worth 600,” said Paul, trying to save some cash for at least one more round. He stood up to get a better angle as Jodi leaned over a little further. Her tits bounced back and forth as Paul pounded her ass. She was so tight; it didn’t take long for Paul to cum deep inside her. Jodi fingered herself from the front to achieve her orgasm simultaneously. Paul pulled his softening dick out of Jodi’s ass, cum dripping from it onto the floor. “Very fucking nice,” said Paul. “We can stop for the night.”

“Fuck that,” said Jodi. “I want all the cash.”

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Second block started up in full force. Jodi didn’t have much time at all to reflect on everything that had happened to her recently. When it came to class, Jodi was hardcore. She studied day and night, even on weekends. Once again, she couldn’t talk to Mark much. She was dedicated to becoming a doctor, and since she hadn’t had as much preparation in undergrad as some of the younger students, she felt like she was playing catch-up just to maintain a B average. She found herself making another appointment with Donald, her private tutor.

“Hi, Donald,” Jodi spoke into her cell phone as she walked at a breakneck pace from campus back to her dorm room. “When can you meet again?”

“I have some time tomorrow evening at 9, but I haven’t reserved a study room. How about we meet at your place?” suggested Donald.

Jodi agreed and hung up the phone. She walked through the office to check her mail. There was a letter in a pink envelope. Mark often sent her quick love notes to brighten her day. She ran upstairs with her heavy books on her back and her letter in her hand, so excited to open it.

Jodi threw her books down on her bedroom floor as she entered. She lunged onto the bed like a little girl and began tearing open the envelope. Inside was a completely blank card. She opened it. A $100 bill fell out. The card read, “Thanks for the fuck. This should cover the tow.” There was no signature, but Jodi knew exactly who it was from. She shook in anger as she realized that Paul had been then one who had gotten her car towed. He set the whole thing up. Now he was paying her off like a whore? She was humiliated and insulted. It took her a while to calm down and focus on her studies. She turned in early from exhaustion.

The next evening, Donald showed up at Jodi’s door right on time. Jodi let him in and led him to her room. Donald, not having ever been a girl’s room before, was busy looking anywhere and everywhere for signs that women lived here. “I have to run grab my laundry,” said Jodi, excusing herself for a moment.

Donald sat on Jodi’s bed in her tiny room taking in the sights and smells of an unfamiliar environment. He stood up and took a quick peak in Jodi’s closet. He fingered through her clothes, stopping briefly to imagine her in each outfit. Then he opened her drawers, stopping for the longest time on her underwear drawer. There before him were a slew of the tiniest, most colorful panties he’d ever even dreamed of seeing. She had thongs, g-strings, boy shorts, and more. Her array of bras was even more impressive. She had full-coverage, strapless, see-through, peekaboo, and even some corsets. He placed his hands in the pile of underwear and imagined Jodi in as many as possible. It felt great.

As he shut the drawer, Donald turned to find that Jodi had a webcam atop her monitor. His eyes lit up. He quickly checked out the door to see if Jodi was coming back yet. She wasn’t. He ran to the computer and downloaded some free software for streaming webcam feeds. He set it up so the webcam would publish to his own personal server that he kept in his apartment. He was a geek to be sure, so this took no time at all for him. He cleaned up his tracks just in time as he heard Jodi entering the suite. He turned off the monitor and jumped back on the bed where she had left him sitting. Jodi was none the wiser.

As Jodi dropped her laundry basket, she asked, “So what did you have in mind?”

Donald was still reeling from his exciting jaunt about Jodi’s room unchaperoned, so he stumbled a bit as he tried to speak. Finally the words came out, “I want to watch you take a shower and shave yourself.”

Jodi saw no harm in this. At least she didn’t have to touch him again. “What, no bonus fee?” she joked.

“Well, ok, sure. My bonus fee this time will be that you have to sit on my face,” added Donald.

Jodi nearly slapped herself on the head as she realized how her little joke had backfired. “Fine, whatever,” she said.

Donald was an excellent tutor. His help had brought Jodi’s exam score up at least 10 points from where she had expected to be last time. This session, she knew, would be no exception. By the end, she wondered if she’d even need him again. “Dammit,” she thought. “He’s too good!”

The hour ended. “Pay up,” said Donald, crossing his arms and looking down through his glasses at Jodi.

Jodi exhaled deeply. “Follow me,” she said with no excitement in her voice.

Donald followed Jodi to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Jodi started the shower and began to undress. She unbuttoned her white shirt to reveal her full-coverage white bra, not one of Donald’s favorites now that he had seen her underwear drawer. She pulled the shirt off her back and tossed it on Donald’s lap. He was sitting on the toilet, something he found a bit awkward even though the lid was closed, but it was the only seat in the house, so it would have to suffice. Jodi then unbuttoned her button-fly jeans and slid them down her legs to the floor. Donald shifted nervously in his seat as Jodi’s cleavage hung right in front of him. She was wearing a white lacey thong. Donald was satisfied with this. Jodi felt the water to make sure it was getting warm. It was. She then proceeded to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. This was something familiar to Donald, something he remembered loving from their last encounter. In a similar fashion as before, Jodi’s breasts expanded as the bra popped off. She pulled her arms out of it and tossed it at Donald’s face. He didn’t flinch as it fell to his lap. Jodi finished off the tease by pulling her panties to the floor. Once again, Donald was mesmerized by Jodi’s large hanging breasts.

Jodi stepped into the shower. She didn’t really want to get her hair wet, but she figured she had no other option. She soaked her body before grabbing her shaving gel. She lathered up her legs and pussy but could not find a razor. “Oh shit,” she said. “I need a razor from my room. Can you grab me one? They’re in a bag on my dresser.”

“I’m sorry no. You should have thought of that beforehand. You go get one,” directed Donald.

Jodi sighed and walked deliberately out of the bathroom to her bedroom, soaking wet, her legs and pussy still covered with foam. In the common room, Aaron and Adam stared in amazement undetected. They had come over to pick up Melinda and Lisa and were waiting for the girls to get ready. Jodi returned to the bathroom, still not noticing the two guys outside. She closed the door behind her and jumped back in the shower. As she shaved her legs, Donald grabbed his dick through his pants. His eyes followed her long, slow strokes. She had gorgeous legs. She propped one leg up on the side of the tub and started shaving her pussy. She had shaved recently, so there wasn’t much work to do, but it was just for show anyway. It wasn’t a long ordeal, but Donald was completely enthralled the entire time. Each time Jodi touched the razor to her pussy, it jiggled a little, as if begging Donald to despoil it. Jodi finished up, turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat. As she towel-dried her hair, she asked, “Well? You gonna lay down so I can sit on your face or what?”

It took a second for the invitation to sink in, but shortly thereafter Donald was lying on his back on the bathmat between Jodi’s legs. Jodi brought her knees down beside Donald’s head, paused teasingly a moment, then lowered her pussy and ass onto Donald’s face. Her vagina spanned his nose and the top of his mouth, with her ass resting on his chin. Donald inhaled deeply and flicked his tongue a bit. He had never experienced anything like this. He wanted to take it all in. He nibbled and nipped at whatever he could latch onto. Jodi braced herself by resting her hands on the toilet seat so she wouldn’t crush Donald’s head. As Donald played, Jodi repositioned herself so that her clit was right at Donald’s mouth. He continued tonguing. Jodi was beginning to enjoy this. She remounted herself facing toward Donald’s feet and leaned forward. This was a much better position for her. She could really feel her pussy burning with desire now. Juices flowed down onto Donald’s face. Jodi’s body rocked with an orgasm, and, feeling gracious, she swiftly undid Donald’s pants and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as Donald lapped up her pussy juice. It took only seconds for Donald to cum in Jodi’s mouth. She continued to pump until the spurting subsided. With a mouthful of semen, Jodi got off Donald, turned around, and spit every bit into his mouth. Donald was absolutely not expecting this. He jumped up and spit his cum into the toilet. Jodi laughed maliciously. “There’s your bonus,” she said.

Donald pulled up his pants and ran out of the bathroom, past Aaron and Adam, and out the front door. Aaron and Adam looked each other in shock before turning their attention back to the bathroom. Wet, naked Jodi stared back at them as she shut door.

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Jodi was late getting ready so she drove herself to the bowling alley to meet the rest of the crew. Melinda, Dante, Connor, and Carmen she knew were coming. Carmen had mentioned she might bring others. When Jodi arrived, the parking lot was full, so she pulled into the restaurant next door, locked her car, and trotted for the entrance to the bowling alley. Her boobs jiggled beneath her shoulderless cream sweater as she did. She knew she would spend the evening constantly adjusting herself, but Mark had instructed her to dress inappropriately. She had completed her ensemble with an old pair of low-rise jeans that had holes cut right below both butt cheeks.

Melinda was waving her arm wildly from the lane at the far end of the building. Jodi returned the wave and began walking toward her friends. There were a couple of guys she didn’t recognize. Melinda promptly introduced them, “Jodi, this is Aaron and Adam,” she said, first gesturing toward the short, muscular ex-marine, then toward the average height, awkward Jewish guy. “Guys, this is Jodi.” They all shook hands and exchanged their appropriate social hellos. “We just started bowling, Jodi, but I got you some shoes, and you’re bowling in the girls’ lane. It’s girls against boys,” explained Melinda.

Jodi sat down and began removing her shoes. As she leaned over, the guys’ eyes were all on her cleavage, about to fall out of her sweater. She looked up to say something and they all turned their attention back to their game. She finished changing shoes. “You’re up,” said Carmen, just returning to her seat.

Jodi grabbed a ball from the rack and approached her starting position. She wasn’t a bowling pro by any stretch of the imagination, but she could get the ball down there and knock over plenty of pins more often than not. She leaned over and took aim. As she did, the holes in her jeans revealed themselves. The guys who were fortunate enough to be seated at the time got a nice shot of the crease of her ass. Dante missed out as he was standing beside her at his lane. Jodi crept forward and threw the ball straight down the middle. She took out 9 pins and spun around with glee. As she clapped she felt a little draft. She glanced down and saw that her right boob had popped out during the throw. She quickly scooped it back into her sweater, trying to play it off. Everyone but Dante got to see the spectacle. Adam and Aaron’s mouths hung agape. Jodi quickly threw her second ball, this time with not quite as much energy, and took out her final pin. She scurried back to her seat and said, “Spare!”

The night went on, and the crew had a lot of fun. There were no more boob incidents, but the guys got enough ass shots to consider themselves fulfilled. In the end, the guys had the better average score, winning the impromptu boys versus girls tournament.

“We win. You girls owe us!” cheered Dante.

Jodi furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?” she asked.

“We have to do something for them,” explained Melinda in defeat. “That was the bet before we started.”

“I didn’t know anything about that,” stated Jodi. “I don’t owe anyone anything.”

“Oh yes you do. You all do. You can take that up with Melinda,” assured Dante. “So, let’s all head to my place. The night is still young.”

Jodi wasn’t entirely thrilled about being held to a bet she was not party to. She’d make sure that was understood when they reached Dante’s apartment. Everyone got in their cars and drove off as Jodi walked back to her car in the restaurant parking lot. As she got closer, she got the sinking feeling her car was not where she had left it. In fact, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She ran inside the restaurant, which was now only filled with bar patrons, and begged to see a manager.

“It was towed,” explained the manager.

“What! Why!” shouted Jodi.

“Coz you weren’t eating here. I saw you myself. You parked and ran over to the bowling alley. Our lot is for our patrons only,” said the manager quite rudely.

A few more minutes of arguing yielded nothing but the number for the towing company. Jodi had left her purse and cell phone in her car and asked the manager if she could make a call from their line, but he would only direct her to the payphone outside. She was furious. “You need some help?” came a voice from behind her.

Jodi turned around wildly. “Yes do y…” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the owner of the voice. It was Paul, the guy who had upset her the very first night she was in town at the Rho Iota party. “No, I don’t. Nevermind.” She began walking toward the door.

Paul followed her out. “Wait,” he called. “Seriously, you need a lift or something?”

Jodi turned around in disgust. “Not from you I don’t. Leave me alone.”

“Look, I’m getting ready to leave. Let me drop you off somewhere,” coerced Paul. “Or I can call the tow truck for you, but you’ll still need a ride there.”

Jodi understood the desperation of her situation. This wasn’t the best part of town to be in alone. After thinking it over, Jodi asked, “Can you drop me off at someone’s apartment?”

“Hop in,” said Paul, simultaneously unlocking his Range Rover with the remote on his keychain. They got in the vehicle, and Paul began to back out. “So, anyone’s apartment in particular? Or just someone’s?”

“Dante’s,” said Jodi, not caring if Paul knew who that was or not.

“Dante? Is that your boyfriend?” inquired Paul.

“No,” said Jodi despondently.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” asked Paul.

“Yes. Yes, in fact I do. And he’s huge!” explained Jodi, lying about Mark’s stature.

“Ok ok!” said Paul, putting up his hands as if defending himself from a physical blow. “Just trying to make conversation.”

They rode silently for a bit, the only words spoken being Jodi’s directions for where to turn and which roads to take to get to Dante’s apartment. Paul stopped the SUV when they reached their destination.

“Thanks for the ride,” said Jodi, feigning appreciation as she started to exit the vehicle.

“I’ve seen the Rho Iota photos,” said Paul unexpectedly. Jodi was stunned. “One of my friends over there scanned em before they were trashed,” he continued. There was dead silence for a moment. “What would you do to keep them from getting on the Internet?” asked Paul, devilishly.

Jodi didn’t know what to say. What had she gotten herself into? She was enraged with emotion.

“How about I pick?” suggested Paul. “How about…” Paul leaned in, “you fuck me like I said you were going to? I’ll pick the time. I’ll pick the place. In fact I’ll make all the arrangements. All you’ll need to do is show up when I say, how I say. Do it all right, and we’ll scrub the photos.”

Jodi wanted to scream. However, at the same time she was rather excited. Paul was by no means an ugly guy. In fact he was quite handsome, and his confidence was disarmingly attractive. Her emotions were completely confusing her. She muttered a whimpering, “All right,” tears welling up in her eyes.

“Good! Excellent! But, just to make sure you’re serious, I want a downpayment on this debt you now owe me,” said Paul. “I want to taste your tits and your pussy. Then you can go join your friends.”

Jodi shook as she slowly lowered her sweater, her large breasts spilling over the top. Paul leaned over, cupped her left breast and gave it a nice long suck. Then he moved to her right breast and did the same thing. “Pull your pants down,” he said. Jodi unbuttoned her jeans and worked them off of her hips just to mid-thigh. “Below the knees,” demanded Paul. “I’ll need you to spread a little more than that.” Jodi inched her jeans down past her knees. “Now those,” directed Paul, pointing at her red thong. Jodi could do nothing but comply. Her breasts still hanging in plain sight, she pulled her thong down past her knees and spread her legs. It was as if she had no control over her own actions. Her body was succumbing. Paul put his head in her lap and took a few deep licks of her pussy. When he was satisfied, he sat upright and said, “Now get out of the car. You can redress yourself in the street.” Jodi hobbled out of the passenger side of the Range Rover. Paul turned off the ignition and stepped out. He approached Jodi. “I’ve decided,” he said. “Now’s the time. Here’s the place.”

Paul led Jodi by the hand into the middle of the vacant street. He pulled her sweater over her head and threw it to the ground. He lowered her to the asphalt and shimmied her pants and panties off. He pulled his own pants down and squatted in front of her face. Paul forced Jodi’s mouth onto his huge cock. He moved her head back and forth down the length of his shaft. After his cock was nice and moist, Paul pushed Jodi to the road and threw her feet up to her head. He thrust his dick into her pussy and started pounding. The smacking sound was deafening in the otherwise silent night. Paul fucked Jodi relentlessly on the double yellow line in the middle of downtown. Some homeless people swaggered up to watch the show. Jodi’s tits bounced and bounced as Paul thrust deeper and harder. Her back was getting sore from the rough asphalt. The combination of the pain, the fear, the sex, and the danger mixed up her emotions into a stew of uncertainty and desire. Was she enjoying this? How could she be? As her cunt dripped more and more, she knew she was in fact liking this despite herself. She came uncontrollably. Her body shook. Paul continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy. He had stamina to be sure. Jodi could feel another orgasm building up inside her. The fire in her cunt was more than she could stand. She came again, rocking violently. This sent Paul over the edge. He came inside Jodi’s quivering pussy, so much that his semen almost instantly overflowed and began to drip alongside Jodi’s own juices down her ass. As his rhythm slowed, Jodi found herself strangely wishing he would continue. Paul pulled his cock out, sat Jodi up, and forced her to lick it clean. Then he pulled his pants up and drove away, leaving Jodi naked and used in the middle of the street.

Jodi fumbled around for her clothes. Cum dripped down her leg uncontrollably. She found her thong and pants and pulled them on, torn between staying nude in public and getting cum all over her clothes. A homeless man approached her with her sweater in hand.

“Looking for this?” he jeered.

“Give me that,” demanded Jodi. She reached for it, but the homeless man pulled it away.

“You gotta let me slap your tits, first!” informed the bum. Before Jodi could protest the homeless man smacked each of her nipples with an open hand, threw the sweater in her face and ran away. Jodi quickly threw the sweater on and ran inside.

“Jodi!!” yelled the guys.

“What took you so long? Melinda and Carmen already started making our fajitas!” said Dante.

“This was the bet?” asked Jodi, cum still secretly flowing down her leg, the second separate load that had been in there that evening.

“Totally,” said Dante. “Now you women finish making those damn fajitas coz we men-folk is hungry!”

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Jodi woke up in her bed, her head reeling from the previous night’s festivities. As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, she began to get worried about what might have happened. She vaguely remembered dancing with a bunch of people, even Connor. The last song she could remember was “Yeah” and even that was fuzzy. She hoped she didn’t do anything stupid. Drinking usually made her do stupid things. She didn’t want to have to explain any stupid actions to Mark. She grasped her head with both hands as it throbbed and ached.

After a much-needed shower, Jodi got dressed in some comfortable pajamas. She dragged herself to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. The microwave clock said it was already one in the afternoon. When the coffee was finished, she filled two mugs for herself. As she sat at the table and sipped her hangover remedy, Melinda came out of her room, too perky for someone who got as drunk as she did the night before.

“Well good morning, miss thang!” said Melinda in a “shame shame I know your name” fashion. It wasn’t fair. Melinda could drink all day and not pay for it the next. “You sure seemed to be having a good time last night,” she continued.

“Yeah I can only remember dancing a little bit, but I think I had fun,” replied Jodi, honestly unaware of what had really happened.

Melinda’s mouth fell open. “You really don’t remember?” she asked, the prospect of Jodi not being aware of her wild behavior being too good to be true.

“No, why? I didn’t do something wrong did I?” begged Jodi.

“That depends on your definition of wrong,” said Melinda. Melinda explained to Jodi how she disappeared into the back alley with Connor for a few minutes before returning to the bar with dirt all over her shirt, followed shortly by Connor who had the biggest smile on his face. Later, Jodi had let quite a few people do body shots from her belly button and cleavage. She had also given Melinda a lap dance, which of course Melinda loved, except for the fact that no clothes came off, which she would have preferred. Then, in the cab ride home, Jodi told everyone how she had sucked Connor off in the alley and how his cum tasted like Diet Pepsi. She then offered to suck Dante off to see if he tasted like Diet Coke; she called it the “taste chest tallenge.” Melinda had made Dante decline the offer, which made Jodi turn her attention to the cab driver. She had offered him a blowjob in lieu of cab fare, but he declined, explaining that blowjobs wouldn’t feed his family.

Jodi sat dumbfounded. It was all coming back to her. The aftertaste of Connor’s cum was rising again in her throat. What was she going to tell Mark? She remembered when she explained the incident where Connor accidentally saw her naked. That had actually turned him on a bit, and he was ok with it. It was funny. Then there was the short, topless makeout session with Melinda. That really turned him on. In fact, she had to repeat the story over and over again nearly every time they spoke. He still didn’t know about the lapdance she gave her tutor, and now this. She had given a near stranger a blowjob, topless in the back alley of a dive bar. “Melinda,” she said, “you cannot let me drink anymore.”

“Oh don’t be silly. Besides, tonight we’re smoking weed,” replied Melinda without a care in the world.

Weed? Melinda said the magic word. For a moment, Jodi forgot all about Mark and started instead thinking about smoking magical wonderful weed. It had been a while since she last toked up. The last time had been many months ago with Mark—“Aw damn, Mark!” she thought, falling back to reality. “I have to call Mark and explain everything,” she said, panicked.

“What? No way!” said Melinda. “You were just having a good time. Besides, you’re in different zip codes. He has no control over you all the way out here.” Melinda had an evil talent for rationalizing things. A few more semi-logical points later, and Jodi was all but convinced that Mark was the one that should be explaining things, not her. Nothing and no one should stop her from having her smokey smokey.

Later that evening, Jodi, Melinda, and Carmen headed over to Dante’s apartment. Lisa wasn’t allowed to come since she said she wouldn’t smoke. Jodi wore a black, rhinestone-lined bra that only cupped the bottoms of her breasts, allowing her nipples to be free, her tiniest black g-string, some jeans, and a red scoop neck sweater that buttoned down the front. In the car Melinda unbuttoned a few more buttons for Jodi, just enough that the perfect angle would allow anyone interested to see nipple, but not enough that she just looked like her boobs were hanging out. They walked up to Dante’s apartment and knocked on the door. It opened.

“Hey, everybody!” said Dante warmly. “Come on in. We were just about to start the party.” The girls entered. Jodi looked around. It was a nice apartment. Along with Dante, there was Connor and an Indian guy named Rakesh. Jodi knew him from class. The crowd gathered in the living room while Dante prepared the gravity bong. Somehow, it was agreed that Jodi would have the first hit. She lit the weed and sucked the smoke down like a pro. She held her breath nice and long before expelling a huge cloud of smoke. This was good shit. She could tell already.

The bong made a trip around the circle and was already in need of a refill. Dante performed the honors before handing the apparatus to Jodi for round two. Once again, she took a huge hit. This happened a few more times before Jodi decided she was beyond high. She relaxed deep in the couch with her eyes closed. “I can feel my clothes,” she said. She was enjoying this immensely.

Melinda leaned over and spoke softly in Jodi’s ear. “Can I feel your clothes?” she asked.

Jodi grinned a bit. “Sure,” she said. Jodi accommodated Melinda’s wish by putting her arms up behind her head to give her free access. Melinda began stroking Jodi’s sweater at her stomach. The group was becoming enthralled.

“Not fair,” interrupted Carmen, “I want to feel too.” Carmen then began stroking Jodi’s left leg. Jodi was sandwiched between her two roommates on Dante’s couch. Both girls leaned in and began nibbling on Jodi’s ears. Carmen’s hand wandered into Jodi’s crotch while Melinda’s hand found its way onto Jodi’s right breast. Jodi spread her legs a bit wider instinctively, tilting her head back just a little, eyes still closed. Carmen stopped the action by saying, “Wait! I have a great idea. Let’s play ‘Truth or Dare.’”

“Who goes first?” asked Melinda, stopping her molestation of Jodi’s hot body.

“I say we should go in the order we took a hit. So, Jodi, truth or dare?” asked Carmen.

“Hmm,” Jodi thought. “Dare.”

“Great,” bubbled Carmen. “I dare you to put Rakesh’s face in your boobs.” In no time, Rakesh was at Jodi’s feet. Jodi leaned forward and shoved Rakesh’s head deep into her chest, gave a decent wiggle, and returned to her relaxed position. Cheers came from the crowd. They went around, doing fairly lame dares like this. Carmen had to kiss Melinda. Connor had to do seven shots of Jack Daniels in a row. Rakesh had to tell the truth about the age he lost his virginity. Dante had to lick the sole of Carmen’s foot. Melinda had to grind her booty into Connor’s lap. “Let’s take it up a notch,” demanded Carmen. “Jodi, truth or dare?”

“Dare, of course,” said Jodi.

“I dare you to stand in the middle of the room while the boys undress you,” said Carmen seductively, “with their mouths.”

Jodi wasn’t sure about the logistics, but she figured she’d play along. She stood up in the middle of the room. The guys pounced on her like tigers. Dante began by unbuttoning the rest of Jodi’s sweater with his teeth. He then moved down to attempt the same on her jeans. Meanwhile, Rakesh and Connor pulled the sweater open on each side, revealing her jeweled bra and perky nipples. They were stunned at first but then continued their task, diligently pulling the sweater off her arms and dropping it to the floor. Connor could not get the button with his teeth, so Carmen walked over behind Jodi, reached around her while breathing hot air on her neck, unbuttoned the jeans, and returned to her seat. Dante had no difficulty with the zipper. It took all three guys to pull Jodi’s tight jeans down. She obligingly stepped out of them when they were at the floor. Jodi stood in her tiny black g-string and open-front bra before a room full of people. Rakesh began working on the bra clasp while Dante went for the prize. While Rakesh struggled, Dante merely took his time inching Jodi’s panties down, taking in the revealing site as much as he could and as close as he could. Rakesh finally unhooked the bra, allowing Connor to remove it from the front. Her panties hit the floor. She was naked. Jodi did one complete spin and returned to her seat.

“Next,” she said, as calm as could be. “Carmen,” she said. “I dare you to eat my pussy and make me cum.”

Although Carmen hadn’t been given the option for a truth, she didn’t seem to care. She swiftly knelt in front of Jodi, spread her legs wide, and planted her face in her moistening cunt. Carmen licked Jodi’s slit slowly from bottom to top a few times. She then began to nibble around the clit. Jodi began to moan. She opened her eyes a little. The guys had come a lot closer to the duo to get a good look at the action. Carmen flicked, licked, and nibbled some more. She then put a couple of fingers inside Jodi’s pussy. She finger-fucked the hell out of her cunt while she thrashed her clit. Jodi whimpered. “I’m cumming,” she said. “Oh fuck yeah…fuck…keep going!” Carmen wasn’t about to stop. Jodi came with a vengeance. Her hips rocked back and forth as she pressed Carmen’s face against her pussy. She groaned quite loudly as her orgasm shot in wave after wave up and down her entire body. She came for nearly an entire minute. She loved cumming when she was high. She whimpered again as she settled down. Carmen stood up, licked her lips, and retook her seat beside Jodi on the couch. The crowd was pleased.

Jodi crawled down onto the floor. From a kneeling position she lowered one shoulder to the ground so that her tits were visible to the guys above her while keeping her ass in the air. “I dare you guys to jack off on me,” she said. “Aim for your favorite part.” The fury of zippers dropping was deafening. Out came three cocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. The trio began pumping their dicks while staring at Jodi’s naked body. Rakesh stood over her ass. Connor was at her tits. Dante kneeled at her face. Jodi fingered herself while they masturbated. Rakesh came first, exploding all over Jodi’s ass, some dripping down the crack and resting on her asshole. She then rolled completely over to her back so Dante and Connor could have an easier shot. Dante moved between Jodi’s legs, changing his target to the area between Jodi’s naval and pussy. The two guys jacked furiously. Jodi had another orgasm and licked her fingers. This sent Dante over the edge, causing him to squirt his sticky load all over Jodi’s stomach, dangerously close to her vagina. This in turn caused Connor to cum, blasting Jodi’s tits. Jodi now had three separate loads of cum on her tits, stomach, and ass. She loved being high. “Melinda, I dare you to lick this cum off me. Every drop,” demanded Jodi. Melinda started with Jodi’s stomach, licking all of Dante’s cum off, but instead of swallowing it, she forced Jodi’s mouth open and spit. Jodi swallowed the load. Next came Jodi’s tits. Once again, Melinda did a fine job of wiping her clean, disposing of the semen in Jodi’s mouth. Jodi got on all fours. Melinda licked her ass from bottom to top, making sure to get every bit of cum she could find. She swallowed this load herself. Dante handed Jodi a kitchen towel to clean up. She got dressed, and the girls drove home.

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Weeks passed and Jodi fell into the study groove. Her classes had a lot of material, much of which she had never been exposed to before, so she worked hard to keep the pace. Sometimes she felt like it just wasn’t enough though. The professors recommended getting a personal tutor. They had a list of higher level students who were approved tutors, but when Jodi got around to trying to contact one, most were already busy with other students and their own study schedules. There was one in particular that she had heard was the best at Gross Anatomy, a class she was struggling in. His name was Donald Friedman, a nerd if ever there was one. When she called Donald, he insisted that he was not available. Jodi had offered him a little more money to supplement his fee, but Donald said he had already made his commitments. As they spoke, Donald was pulling up the first-year roster to find Jodi’s picture. When he saw it, his eyes exploded from his head. She was hot.

“You know,” he began, “I might be able to bump this one guy who just isn’t giving it his all, but I would want more than you’re offering to do so.”

“I can’t afford much more,” responded Jodi sadly. “I’m stretching my student loan as far as possible as it is.”

“Well, that’s all fine and good,” said Donald. “Is there anything else you can offer?”

Jodi wasn’t sure what he meant. “I…I can do your laundry for you or someth–”

“No no,” interrupted Donald. “What if we agree upon the type of payment before each session? Nothing monetary. Let’s call them ‘favors.’”

“Favors?” Jodi was getting nervous.

“Sexual favors,” said Donald in a sly-as-he-can-be voice. “Each time we meet, we will agree on a sexual favor for you to perform for me. You will then have an hour with me. I will then have my favor from you.”

Jodi was astounded that he would even propose such a thing. “Who do you think you are? What kind of girl do think I am?”

“I am the best Gross Anatomy tutor on campus, and you are the type of girl who needs help at any cost lest she fail Gross and have to take it again in the summer somewhere else,” explained Donald.

Jodi was cornered. She knew he was right. She swallowed hard. “When can we meet?”

“I’m free right now in fact. Meet me in study room 15 in the Student Academic Building. I have it reserved,” directed Donald.

As Jodi ended the call, she still wondered if this was worth it. She walked to the SAB wondering what Donald would have her do. She really needed to pass Gross. She entered study room 15 to find Donald sitting at the table with books neatly organized in a fashion that was obviously logical to him. “Please, come in and close the door,” he said. Jodi did so. Donald was probably more nervous than Jodi. “So,” he stammered nervously, “about our payment arrangement. I’m thinking to begin, I’ll just have you jack me off into your mouth.”

“What!” exclaimed Jodi. “To begin with? I’m sorry, that’s going a little far for one study session that I don’t even know is going to help me yet.”

“Yes, yes, you’re right. Of course. You’re right,” responded Donald quickly and apologetically. “How about you give me a lap dance then?”

Jodi thought a second. “I guess that would be ok,” she replied hesitantly.

“Naked of course,” added Donald.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to that!” retorted Jodi.

“Fine, topless! But if you really learn something from my tutoring, you have to take off your pants too,” said Donald.

Jodi considered this. She thought back to her first night in town and how 4 different people saw her naked breasts as well as almost an entire dance floor of party-goers. Having one more guy see them didn’t seem dangerous. There was no way she’d have to take off her pants anyway. She would just tell him the lesson wasn’t that great. “Deal,” she said.

“Excellent! Let’s begin,” said Donald.

Donald took Jodi through the ins and outs of Gross Anatomy in a way that was very easy to comprehend. By the middle of it, she started to worry that he was teaching her quite a bit and may very well be worth losing her pants over. The hour passed, and Jodi knew she was well on her way to passing Gross with flying colors.

Donald pulled his chair away from the table. “Pay up,” he demanded. Jodi took a deep breath. She stood up and approached Donald. She was dressed conservatively with an oversized Redskins sweatshirt and jeans. “First, take off that sweatshirt,” said Donald. She did so. “Now start dancing and taking the rest off.” Jodi started to sway back and forth rubbing her hands over her own body, arching her back so that her breasts looked like they were about to explode through her white t-shirt. She straddled Donald’s lap. She thrust her hips back and forth as she pulled her shirt over her head. Donald stared in amazement at Jodi’s breasts bulging over the top of her white bra. She moved to straddle just his left leg and began to slide up and down, grinding her crotch into him. With her thigh she felt which leg his erection was snaking down and targeted that spot. As she gyrated on his dick, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell loosely off her shoulders a bit. She placed one arm across her breasts to hide her nipples as she threw the bra around the back of Donald’s head. Donald reached up to move her arm. Jodi slapped it away. She stood up and turned away from him. Being the honest girl she was, she decided to pay him the bonus price. She cocked her hips to the side and unbuttoned her button-fly jeans slowly and seductively. She pulled them down slowly, little by little revealing her sexy white thong. She threw the pants to the side and sat down on Donald’s lap still facing away from him. She ground against his crotch. Donald’s eyes were fixated on Jodi’s hot ass, pulsing back and forth in front of him. He grabbed it with both hands. Jodi allowed it. She then stood up, turned to face him, and threw her right knee up onto his left shoulder so that her leg dangled behind the chair and her pussy was right in his face. She still covered her breasts with one arm. She teased him by rubbing her pussy with her free hand for a moment, even starting to lower the front of her thong so that he could see how shaved she was but not allowing him to see the whole package. She straddled him once more and revealed her breasts. She dry-fucked him as she arched her back and thrust her tits toward his face. Donald came in his pants. Jodi had an orgasm herself as he did. She slowed her gyration as she ran her hands through her own hair in ecstasy, cocking her head back with her eyes closed, moaning audibly. When it was over, she stood up, dressed, grabbed her books, and left.

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