Public Use - Book 3 of 'Sexy University Adventures'
Dlenti O'Pick
Maison d'édition: Boruma Publishing
Synopsis
For once, things are going her way. Sally has a full ride to college provided she's willing to provide some unique services. She had assumed that said services will be rendered behind closed doors, with just one or at most two clients at a time. Nothing would have prepared her for the perverse things that she will be doing in the middle of the classroom in full view of her peers and the professor. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Just inside the entrance is a beautiful split staircase, leading to the upper floors. He tells her that part of the campus used to be a castle, though they've been rebuilt for safety reasons. She gapes at the beautifully carved wood, the building even more impressive inside. He brings her up the stairs and down a long hallway with doors leading off both sides, telling her that some classes are held here. The classroom itself is impressive as well. She's used to wooden tables and chairs, things that have been used for years and years. Even the furniture are more beautiful, the chairs and tables looking more like they've been individually carved. "There's something else that you should know, of course," he says and his expression changes, his entire demeanour radiating dangers and... lust. She swallows hard and backs away from him, but finds herself trapped as someone appears at the door and closes it, blocking her way. She's trapped. "You're free to walk out if you want to, of course, but I suggest you stay," Mr. Vincent says. "What's going on?" she asks, mouth going dry. "The offer comes with a certain requirement," he says and continues before she can ask him what the requirement is. "You see, the boys get restless without a woman around. You will be a good distraction, a good outlet for them," he says. "I don't- I'm not that kind of person," she gasps. "Of course, you are," the stranger behind her says. "We've done our research. You act the innocent virgin, but we see the pictures you put online." Cold sweat breaks across her forehead. She shakes her head. "I don't know what you're talking about." None of those pictures has her face on it. There's no way that they would know it's her. She hears a soft rustle of paper, and then there's a few printed photos right in front of her face. It's her, and her search history with all the kinky things that she likes to watch. There's also her purchase history and a list of intimate toys she's tried out. "I'm not- I'm not like that," she says, shaking her head. "Of course, you're not," he says. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" She whirls back around to the stranger at the door. "How do you know that?" "Says so in your profile," he grins, showing off his teeth. The sun basks him in an eerie sort of red glow that makes him look like a demon of some sort. "I'm not- I don't understand what's happening," she says. "You want to come to study here, there are some things you'll have to do first," he says and reaches into his wallet to retrieve a few crisp hundred-dollar bills. He puts it in on the table in front of her. "That ought to cover it, don't you think?" "We were surprised to find out your age," he says. "But pleasantly so," adds another. "You can leave right now, or you can take off your clothes and get yourself ready for us," Mr. Vincent says, throwing a small packet of lube on top of the money. "You have fifteen seconds."
Disponible depuis: 18/10/2022.
