Teach Me by Ashleigh Townshend Page B

Greg asks.
    “Topless, nude, lap dances, or we can negotiate personal attention.”
    “Personal attention?”
    “Personal attention. Whatever kind you want to pay for. We go from there.”
    He and the other guys huddle, which is comical, and I wait. I pick at my skirt, and realize this is the first time I have offered services without being asked. I guess after my volatile relationship with Lucas, I have lost a lot of shame. If they’re gonna pay me, fuck it. I’ll do whatever they want.
    Greg approaches me and the rest of the guys just stare. “We want nude and then, maybe, something. But the guys are kinda shy.”
    “How about you? Want to be my guinea pig?” I tease.
    “Yeah. Let’s see that pussy and I’ll let you know how much I’m willing to pay.”
    Negotiations aren’t an issue for me, because I know I’m tight and I know when they get the flash of it, it won’t be enough. It never is, but I used to say no. I’m not saying no tonight.
    I go through my routine, but really, I just want to get to the good money. A few of the guys look away, embarrassed when I slip my fingers inside myself, but I can see that every one of them is turned in. I lick my pussy juices from my fingers and smile.
    “Why don’t you all take them out? Let me see what you’ve got,” I flirt.
    They look at each other tentatively, but Greg isn’t worried. He unzips and releases his cock. It’s big. Not Lucas monstrous, but I bet he could fuck me pretty good.
    “I wanna watch you stroke it,” I tell him and ready for my next song. As the music plays, the rest of the guys gather their nerves and by the time I turn around for the pussy flash, every one of them has his dick out. Except Nate, which I admire. At least he’s decent enough to treat his upcoming wedding with respect. He looks frustrated as hell, but he won’t take his pants off, and I refuse to push him. I like the fact that he won’t.
    Meanwhile, the rest of them are just a collection of throbbing red cocks. There are ten of them and I can’t even imagine how I am supposed to take care of them all. I stop at the end of my song and smile.
    “So, what’s it gonna be, boys?”
    They look back and forth at each other and finally one raises his hand. I have to bite my tongue not to laugh, since I never thought I’d be standing naked in front of a bunch of guys with their cocks out and still feel like a teacher. I think the hand raiser is one of the Marks, but I can’t remember his name. I nod in his direction and he clears his throat.
    “I’ll pay you every dime I have on me to blow me,” he says. He takes out a wad of cash – about two hundred bucks. I could do better, but there are still nine more of them. I kneel between his legs and take his cock into my mouth. It’s already ready to pop and I barely get my hand fisted around the base and touch the tip of my pinky finger to his balls before he lets go and I get a warm mouthful of cum. The easiest fucking two hundred dollars I ever earned. I wonder if he’s mad, but he leans back, satisfied. Easy as fucking pie.
    I blow three more of them and none last much longer. One pays me in change, which is annoying, but I’ve only had to swallow some cum to earn over a thousand dollars, and it didn’t even take me thirty minutes. I wonder why I used to have such high fucking standards.
    One of the guys hands me a credit card. “I have a two thousand dollar limit and I’ve never used any of it. Will you let me suck on your clit for two grand?” Hell, yes, I will , I think. I put on the silk robe that is provided with the room and go to Leo’s office.
    “Hey. Run this. Two grand.” It’s approved quickly and I go back to the room, lying back on the round futon. Frat boy number five gets his mouth wrapped around my clit and starts sucking. He isn’t very good, but I remember fucking Lucas that first night right here on this futon. Of course that was before I knew about all the other shit, but thinking of his