Chapter one

"You know, prostitution is against the law," the honey smooth voice sent shivers down her back.

"I'm not a prostitute," she said without turning to look at the man who was behind her.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you explain the exchange of cash with every male I've seen you with here for the past three months?"

"I don't know you, so I don't see how it is any of your business," she snapped and started to walk away, without letting her eyes land on the man behind her, but he had other ideas: he grabbed hold of her arm and spun her around so she was pressed up against his chest.

"My name is Edward and I can easily have you thrown in jail for both prostitution and tax evasion: being paid under the table and not pay taxes is more than enough to give you a few years behind the bars."

"What do you want?" she asked, staring up at him with wide scared that if she didn't find a way to make him forget everything, she would in fact end up behind the bars and Charlie would end up alone.

"I'm a man of law, but I don't mind going against the rules some times," he smirked down at her, his dark eyes glinting in the dim lightning of the bar as his hand went down to her ass, "Give me a taste of what you do and I will forget everything."

"O-ok," she stammered, taking his hand and leading him out of the bar and back towards campus.

The fifteen minute walk was stretched as he several times stopped and pressed her up against a building to kiss her deeply, grounding his erection against her every time.

She stumbled through the door of her dorm thirty minutes later, his hands already up underneath her dress, pulling her panties down.

"Condom," he commanded as she stepped out of her panties on the floor and she rushed over to her nightstand.

The tiny little stock of condoms was gone. "Fuck," she cursed and turned to look at him. He had removed his jacket, revealing a white t-shirt stretched tightly over a broad chest and several artistic tattoos that covered his arms. "I'm out," she told him, unable to take her eyes off his chest as it was bared to her, showing her how his tattoos continued over his shoulders and over the top of his chest.

"Maybe you should expand your stock or lower your customer rate," he said casually as he reached for his wallet, pulling out a small silver packaged in foil. Once again, she wanted to snap at him and tell him that she was no prostitute, but then she saw the green in his wallet and held her tongue.

With the foil packaged between his teeth, he moved in front of her and roughly pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulder, bunching up the fabric, ready to yank it off her body. However, she quickly stepped away from him: it was her only dress and she would be damned if the asshole in front of her was to ruin it.

Slowly, she moved her hands behind her back and pulled down the zipper, pushing the black fabric of her dress off her hips, letting it pool around her feet. Standing only clad in her best underwear, she looked at him as his eyes roamed her body, and she felt the desire to cover herself up but she didn't move until his eyes found hers.

"The rest," he said in a bored tone and she unclasped her bra, letting it slide of her arms before it joined her dress on the floor. He motioned for her to remove her thong as well, but she ignored him and stepped closer, suddenly feeling brave.

"It's your turn," she said in a low and husky voice, leading him to her twin bed, pushing him down until he was sitting on the edge. Kneeling in front of, all but naked, she didn't feel weak but strong, as if she was in control, like she wished to be.

With delicate fingers, she untied his shoes and pulled them off his feet, neatly placing them next to the bed before removing his socks, letting her hands travel up his legs as she did.

"I don't have all night," he almost barked and she looked up at him with a small smile: of course he didn't, he only wanted sex from her.

"As you wish then," she smiled, sitting up straight on her knees, resting her hands on his thighs, palm down.

He huffed and started to unbuckle his belt, pulling it out of its loops before popping the first button on his strained pants. She watched hungrily as he released his hard cock and when it sprung free from it's confinement, her eyes immediately glued to the dark and exposed head of his cock.

Before he could say a word, she wrapped her lips around the tip and bobbed her head slightly before freeing it again.

"Fuck!" he hissed, his head falling back as he leaned back on his arms.

With a hand on the base, she took him in her mouth once more and slowly moved her head and her hand up and down the hard shaft. She almost gagged when he trusted against her, hitting the back of her throat and she slowly pulled her mouth away, her eyes a little teary but she ignored the stinging burn as she got to her feet.

"Where do you want me?" she asked as he sat back up. He took a few moments to look around her small dorm and she could see a smirk stretch across his lips when his eyes landed on her small window.

"There," he said, pointing at it and she went over there, leaning against the sill and she removed her thong, throwing it in his direction.

Turning to the window she clutching the windowsill with her hands until her knuckles turned white and she was glad that more than 80% of the students were celebrating the end of yet another semester and no more exams for three months. The campus was more or less deserted for the next several hours, until the last bar closed for the night around five in the morning.

His hands came to rest of her hips and she shivered slightly as he pressed up against her, his long and hard cock pressing up against her butt. Slowly, he slid his right hand in front and down between her legs, pressing a finger between her moist lips and rubbing her sensitive nub of nerves.

"Ready?" he asked but he didn't wait for an answer before pushing himself inside of her, pressing her hips against the wood of her windowsill. It was almost painful, how forceful he was, but as he started a steady rhythm, all she could feel was pleasure, and the shame of letting a stranger fuck her against her window.

His right hand, the one that had been between her legs, captured her breast and pinched her nipples so hard it was more painful than pleasurable and she almost whimpered when he tugged, but then he slammed inside of her, hitting a sweet spot and she almost buckled as she came. Holding on to the windowsill, she shook as he continued, his rhythm never breaking but when she sagged against the window, he pulled out and removed the condom.

"Finish me," he ordered as she shakily knelt in front of him again and covered his cock with her mouth.

He stood perfectly still as she bobbed her head up and down, her hand helping her, and he barely moved as he came, his hot semen filling her mouth so surprisingly fast that some ran down her chin and down on her breasts.

"Well, that was fun," he said after his release, "How much do I owe you?"

"It's 100 per hour," she said automatically, saying the price she claimed when she was used as a decoy or just arm candy. He glanced at his watch and pulled out his wallet from his pants and three a few bills on the couch.

As he dressed, she got to her feet and wrapped her robe around her naked body, waiting until he was out the door before picking up the money he had given her.

She held four hundred dollars in her hands, despite the fact that the whole ordeal had barely taken forty-five minutes. Shaking her head, she clipped the money, put them in her shoebox with the rest and wrote down the amount in her book. Under 'job', she wrote only 'other'.