Anything for Money: A Sex-For-Hire College Romance by Lindsey Bedder

can bet I was listening as he continued the story.
    “Out of all the people crowded together to watch, she picks me! She says to me, ‘I’m going to change your mind about Jack’s photographs.’”
    “Oh dear,” was all I could say. Bad, drunk Rebecca had recognized this nasty boy, and still picked him.
    “Rebecca pushes me into the cab with you guys. She peels off her dress and throws it into the street, nothing on underneath, and climbs in after us. Everybody on the sidewalk is cheering. We pull away, and she’s begging the cab driver to put his fingers in her mouth.”
    Too much!
    It was just too much.
    The sensations from my pussy. The word “whore” thrown around like it wasn’t my magic turn-on switch. The mortification of my behavior last night. The fucking dirty thrill of my behavior last night. The frustration that I couldn’t remember more than bits and pieces.
    Underlying this miasma of conflicting emotions was the shame that RJ had seen me like that. What if he decided I wasn’t what I claimed? What if he decided I wasn’t that rare kind of committed model who could leave it all out there, who had the strength of character to bare the deeply personal, sexual side of herself? What if he thought I was just a slut, using modeling as an excuse to be a slut?
    Too much. I couldn’t unpack it in my head.
    When I could get the words out, I turned to RJ. “I lost my dress?”
    “I picked it up again when you weren’t looking, babe.”
    I think that’s when I went from a simple crush on him, to real love.

    * * *
    A rchibald opened his mouth to continue, but then his brain seemed to slide back down his body to his cock. His shaft rested fully in my crevice, but lengthwise, so I covered him in my juices as he sawed back and forth. Every time he moved, we heard the wet sop, sop, of my sex.
    Every now and then, at the end of a downstroke, the head of his cock would nearly enter me completely. If he changed his angle half an inch, he’d penetrate me. Shit, if I changed my angle half an inch, he’d penetrate me.
    He pressed harder. I wished he would just accidentally slide in. Just accidentally.
    You really are a slut, Bad Rebecca chided me.
    No! I thought. I’m a real model.
    Archibald threw his head back, and bellowed like a bear.
    He was coming. I had done enough modeling sessions that I could tell.
    He gave a huge galvanic thrust.
    I shifted my pelvis just a little. He penetrated me in one long, delicious stroke, burying himself to the hilt in my pussy.
    His first jet of cum felt like a little kick. Heat blossomed inside me, in my belly, in my womb. I cried out with ecstasy, clenching his arms in my hands.
    “I’m a model!” I shouted. “I’m a fashion model!”
    He gave another thrust, and another spurt deep inside me. It only intensified my orgasm.
    The heat, the shame, the lust—all swirled inside me. It splashed in waves through my body, like a car dropped into a swimming pool. Pleasure growing as conflict after conflict unfolded in my head.
    I hated my secret fantasies, but I was glad my secret was out.
    I wanted to be respected, but I craved being used.
    I wanted to be a regular girl, but I wanted every man on campus to fuck me.
    I wanted RJ to laugh at my jokes, but I wanted him to sell me to other men.
    I wanted to be loved, but I wanted to be defiled.

    * * *
    R J , moving without hurry, shifted over and put his foot on Archibald’s hip. He pushed Archibald out of me before he could thrust again.
    “You only get two, because you’re an asshole.”
    Archibald hardly noticed. His cum exploded onto my stomach, a hot rain that made me slick from my belly button to the top of my mound.
    RJ’s camera ran hot as he captured every angle. I finished coming, and came again, just from the cum hitting my skin, just from knowing Randy and RJ were seeing me get covered in this guy’s seed.
    *Click*
    RJ’s photograph showed my tan skin and the contrast of the white cum on my stomach. In the photo