Anything for Money: A Sex-For-Hire College Romance (21 page)

“This is what they saw when we burst in!” Emmeline whispered. She was smiling again. “How epic is that?”

She pointed to the comments under the picture.

The first one read, “Trapper wins at life.”

Another went, “How does she not have back problems with that giant rack? Are they real? Trapper, tell us! For science!”

“Tell him they’re fake,” she said. “I had a boob job last fall, after a period when I was really sick and I wasn’t supposed to live more than a year.”

Um, what?

I’d have to ask about that later, but right now I was maxed out in terms of being surprised.

“You know, most girls would be shitting themselves over this,” I told her. On the computer, I wrote: “It’s none of your business but she’d like you to know she’s had work done.”

I hit reload and saw we already had an answer: “Knew it! That much perfection is not natural.”

Another reply came up. It was Fred himself, writing, “On reflection I feel bad about posting this. Who is she? And why are you Facebooking with her instead of… you know?”

“Tell him I don’t mind this time,” she said. “But he shouldn’t do that again. People go to jail for that shit.”

She curled against me and kissed my chin, then my neck. She squirmed down out of my embrace and until she was face to face with my crotch. She unbuckled my pants.

I typed, “She says she doesn’t care. But I do. That was seriously wrong.”

Emmeline had my cock out and was tugging it toward her face. She closed her lips over it and gave it a long, strong suck. “For this first blowjob, I want you to come really fast.”

“It’s going to happen so fast, time will temporarily run backward.”

“Oh, and Trapper…” she paused and slid my whole shaft into her mouth, and down her throat. She went back and forth on it, building up some heat and friction on the shaft. She had all these hidden assets that I never suspected: an epic body, a great kisser, a deep throater with the casual competence of a porn star.

“Y-yes, Emmy?”

“I want you to tag me in that picture. Tag it to my Facebook profile.”

“That picture?
Tagged
to you? But—” I paused to gasp, because she briefly worked my dick ferociously with her mouth. “All your friends. People you work with. Your old high school buddies. Everybody you know…”

“Shit, you’re right,” she paused, yanking my cock while she thought. “It has to look like someone is being an asshole to me, right? I can’t be too obvious. And
you
can’t tag me because you’ll get in trouble with my friends. I got it! Tell your roommate to tag me. He’s already an asshole.”

“You’re sure about this? You really want me to tell him?”

“It’s just an experiment,” she said. “I’ve never had a scandal before, and I’m twenty. Don’t you think it’s time?”

“But people will save the picture on their computers. There will be a naked picture of you on the Internet!”

“There are others already out there,” she shrugged.

“What!?”
Who
was
this girl?

“I guess that’s sort of a scandal. I’ll tell you the whole story someday. Again, it was about expecting to die soon.”

“I’m so disoriented.” Why was I was expected to hold a conversation while she stroked my cock? It was worse than talking during a football game.

“When you think you’re going to die, Trapper, it’s very clarifying. You don’t puss around with the things you want to do. You don’t sweat details. And also, nothing you and I do together will ever be as scary or painful as being terminally ill.”

“Okay… but…”

“Look, Trapper, I’m not dumb. I know what I’m asking, and I know what I want. Over the next few weeks, I’ll prove that I trust you. But you have to trust me, too.” She gave my dick a shake. “If you don’t get my picture tagged before it’s taken down by the Facebook police, I will not finish this blowjob.”

“Consider it done!”

I messaged Andy the instructions, which he rejected. So I threatened him, which never worked. Then I told him I was getting a blowjob, and if it wasn’t from Emmeline, it would be from him.
That
worked.

“There.” I reloaded the page, and the image was linked to Emmeline’s Facebook page.

“Nice,” she said. “Have people ‘liked’ it yet? Are my friends outraged?”

“Won’t your family see?”

“It’s just my brother and my dad. And if my dad were on Facebook, I’d be dead already. And so would all of you. Seriously, don’t disrespect me around my dad.”

“Thank you for finally killing my hard-on.”

“I’ll bring it back. I’ve waited a long time for you to come in my mouth.”

Shit.
She could even talk dirty.

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