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Warning! This story may contain descriptions of explicit sexual acts!
If you are reading this, then that's probably what you are looking for but
remember; that doesn't make it legal. It can be hard to find specific
information about the legality of sexual fiction, but chances are that if
you aren't old enough to have sex in your area then you aren't old enough
to be reading this story. (18 or 21 for most places)
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http://www.ageofconsent.com/ageofconsent.htm
If you ARE old enough to continue reading, please be warned that you may
still be offended by the content. I tend to steer clear of the more
socially unacceptable stuff but that doesn't mean all my characters hold
hands and skip merrily through the tulips before engaging in loving,
committed, heterosexual, missionary style "lovemaking". If the idea of
unconventional sex bothers you; don't read any further. That being said I
will do my best to code all my stories as accurately as possible so you
don't get half way through and discover something particularly offensive to
your tastes.
If you are looking for serious, intense porn then I am probably not the
author you are looking for. I tend to not take myself too seriously and I
think it comes through in my writing. If you are looking for fun erotic
fluff porn; I'm your gal.
Please remember that this is MY writing (for good or bad). Do not modify it
in any way without my permission or try to post it somewhere that isn't
free!
Send any comments or suggestions to: silkytailz AT yahoo DOT com
Codes: F-Solo
My RA My Pimp
"A co-ed's guide to not having to bus tables at the cafeteria for spending
money"
Part 1: Becoming Financially Independent
Veronica stretched out on her dorm bed and stared up at the ceiling. Break
was over and classes were starting in three short days. She was really
starting to regret having spent all her book money on new clothes. Last
semester her parents had been very understanding when she kept calling home
asking for more money. After all, she was out on her own for the first time
and had a lot of new expenses. When they realized that her requests were
approaching the cost of another semester, they cut her off. This time
around she was a girl on a budget. Unfortunately that budget hadn't
accounted for really good deals at the mall. What was a poor girl to do?
"Daddy?" Veronica cooed into the phone.
"Nicky? What's wrong honey? Are you ok?"
Veronica sniffed. "I'm ok Daddy, but ran into some trouble. I went to buy
my books yesterday and they cost a lot more than we thought they would. You
don't think you could just transfer..."
Veronica's father cut in quickly. "You ran out of money ALREADY, didn't
you? We just dropped you off two days ago! I swear girl, if you were a car
you wouldn't get 3 miles to the gallon! You know what your mother and I
decided before you left. You are just going to have to get by with what we
budgeted."
"But Daddy! Classes start in three days and you wouldn't want me failing
and having to drop out of school just because I couldn't afford money for
books would you!?" Veronica rolled her eyes.
Her father paused and Veronica knew she had won.
"Sweetie, you know we want to cover all your necessary expenses. I know
this is new for you so maybe we can work something out just this...hold on,
your mother wants to talk to you."
Veronica pounded her head against her pillow. Her father was putty in her
hands but her mother was going to be an entirely different story. When she
got on the line Veronica could almost feel the temperature in the room
drop.
"Veronica! We talked about this before you left and you know what you have
to do, don't you?"
Veronica knew all right. She knew that she needed to stall for time.
Before she got back to school they had had a family talk. Her parents were
going to be giving her a monthly allowance that would cover basic school
and food expenses. If she found that she needed more than that she was
supposed to get a campus job. Veronica shuddered at the thought. Getting a
decent job on campus with the year half over was nearly impossible. Other
than divine intervention, only her negotiating skills stood between her and
a mop or a hairnet. Maybe both! Unfortunately for her, she had decided
that "Modern Art" sounded like a lot more fun than "The Psychology of
Debate" last semester.
"MOM! I can't wash dishes! I just can't! Do you have any idea what that
would do to my social life?" Veronica hit herself in the head with her
pillow and mouthed "shit". "Not to mention my study time!"
She could hear her mother sigh. "Monday morning you are going to go down to
the campus employment office and hope that they have something for you
because if they don't, then trust me; I will find you something. I promise
you sweetie, it will come with rubber gloves. Was there anything else you
called about?"
The battle was over and they both knew it. The only thing left to do was
try to wrap things up as well as possible and then crawl under her bed to
lick her wounds. "No mommy, just that I love you and will try to make you
proud of me." She sniffed, for real this time. "Tell daddy that I love him
too and that his little girl will do the best she can." She was way over
the top and she knew it.
"Of course dear, we love you too. Maybe you can try out for a position with
Hallmark. I'm sure they will appreciate your sappy lines." Her mother
laughed. "Don't worry dear, we won't let you starve. Who knows, working for
your money just might give you a different perspective on the spending
process. Good luck job hunting."
"Thanks mom, I'll let you know if I find something. I better go before you
start sending me the phone bill too."
Veronica hung up the phone and let out a very real sob. Her life was over.
A campus job! It didn't get much more humiliating than that. If she were
lucky she would at least be able to hide in a kitchen somewhere and not
have to walk around school in gloves and a hairnet.
An hour later she was curled up on a couch in the lounge watching some cop
drama. She wasn't even sure which one it was. All she knew was that Ben &
Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream was the only thing making her
life worthwhile.
"Troubles Cutie?" A male voice interrupted her, mid-scoop.
It was Dave, her RA. He was on his rounds and the idea of comforting a cute
freshman girl was a lot more enticing to him than finding out about the
suspicious smell coming from under the door of 11C.
Veronica sucked on her spoon and pouted. "I'm out of cash. There is no way
I can afford my books before classes start. I might as well give up now."
She swooned, flopping melodramatically over onto the cushions.
"Maybe I can make dresses out of old bed sheets and start collecting cans.
I can wander the dorms living on leftover pizza until I die and turn into
some sort of ghost trapped on campus for all eternity!" She rolled off the
couch and landed in a heap on the floor. Dave studied the ice cream
container.
"Ok miss. I'm going to have to cut you off. It looks like you have had a
little too much of this stuff." He looked at the label. "I'm afraid this is
a little too strong for a youngster like you. I may have to ask you to come
down to the station."
Veronica giggled. "I swear officer; I didn't know what I was doing. I
promise never to eat and wallow again! Please don't arrest me!"
Dave smirked. "Alright, seeing that this is your fist offence I'm letting
you off with a warning." He grabbed her spoon. "I'm afraid I'm going to
have to confiscate the evidence though; just to be safe."
He sat down on the couch nudging her out of the way with his foot.
"It's late, why don't you go to bed. The semester is just starting. If you
go down to the employment office first thing Monday morning I'm sure you
can find something. I know it's not what you want to hear, but if you
really need the money it's the next best thing to selling blood plasma. I'm
assuming that you've already tried the tearful phone call home right?"
Veronica laughed. "Been there done that. Apparently my parents agree with
you. Looks like I'm going to be a working girl." She batted her eyelashes
at him. "Will you still respect me after I am forced to sell my body and
soul to become a cog in the campus machine?"
"No worries cutie. The cog positions are the first to go. In a couple of
weeks you will be dreaming of the lush cog lifestyle." He poked her in the
nose. "You get a job, pay for your books and maybe I'll take you out to
celebrate your new-found independence. Deal?"
"Deal. So long as you are willing to wait for me to make enough money to
buy my books AND a new outfit to celebrate them."
Dave blinked. This was one serious shopper.
To Veronica the weekend flew by and school was starting before she even
realized it, literally. Monday morning she was staring at her clock trying
to focus on the numbers and figure out what exactly they meant. 10:14.
Veronica screamed loud enough to wake the entire floor.
A few seconds later she heard a loud pounding on her door. "Everything
alright in there!?" It was Dave's voice.
"Uh... Just a second... shit..." Veronica pulled on a t-shirt and went to
open the door. "Hi."
"Hi!? What happened? I heard you scream, are you ok?" Dave looked honestly
worried.
"Define ok."
"You seem o... wait a second, what are you doing still in your room? I
thought you were going down to the employment office this morning. Did your
parents let up and send you more money?"
"Yes, and no. I think I forgot to set my alarm last night. Or I slept
through it or something. Anyway, I have class in an hour and there is NO
way I can make it to the employment office." She groaned. "Tell me this
isn't happening. I'm going to end up cleaning out the frat bathrooms for a
living aren't I? Oh god. Please tell me this isn't happening!!"
Dave looked at the miserable freshman. He had never seen her in anything
quite so revealing before. She looked pretty good in that t-shirt, even
right out of bed. He was about 5'10" so he figured she would have to be
around 5'5". The t-shirt covered her, but just barely. Veronica's toned
legs stuck out beneath looking almost endless. He could see the roundness
of her breasts outlined in the thin material. They pulled at the fabric and
it was all he could do not to reach out and touch them.
The winter had left her without much of a tan, but her skin was smooth and
pale, not at all blotchy. She wiggled her perfectly polished toes. "What?
Are you picturing me in gloves and a hairnet? I can't do it. I won't do it!
Maybe I can take some nude pictures and send them into one of those guy
magazines. That pays well doesn't it?" Veronica flopped back onto her bed
giving Dave a momentary glimpse of her cute ass.
Her face was pretty, and her dark hair framed it perfectly. It was totally
straight and cut just under her shoulders. Red highlights made it shine in
the sun coming in from the window.
"You could do that. But would you really want a bunch of horny guys... that
you probably are taking classes with... staring at you?" Dave sounded like
he was joking, but he had a curious look in his eyes.
Veronica sat there for a moment not sure what to say. When she had
suggested the nude photo idea she had been kidding around. Something about
his reaction made her pause though. "I don't know. Not really I guess.
But... on the other hand it's kind of exciting too. A lot of college girls
do it don't they? To help pay the bills I mean."
"Yeah, they do. A lot of girls aren't you though. Do you think you could
handle doing something like that?"
To her ears it sounded like a challenge. "Well, I wouldn't want to get
caught up in some sleazy 'Cum Guzzling College Coeds' scheme. But if it was
safe, and I was in control then maybe." She blushed as she said it. "I
wouldn't have sex for money, but if someone was willing to pay for looking
at me I think I could live with that."
Veronica struck a sexy pose on the bed. "Would you pay to see what's under
this shirt?"
Dave coughed. "Cutie, no straight male in his right mind wouldn't pay to
see that."
He gave her a more serious look. "Ok, you know what? I'm going to email you
something this afternoon. If you want to check it out go for it. If you
don't, then forget I ever even mentioned it ok? In the meantime why don't
you get dressed and drag your sorry butt to class! Books or no books; not
going to your first class is a really bad idea. Shoo! Shoo!"
Veronica shuffled over to her door and pushed Dave out. Part of her wanted
to skip class and wait for his email, but her good girl side kicked in and
she knew he was right. She was just going to have to wait.
The rest of the afternoon Veronica spent checking out her new classes and
explaining to the teachers why she wouldn't be able to buy her books right
away. Most of them were very understanding about her situation. Apparently
she wasn't the first freshman in the history of the school to overspend
their budget. It wasn't until after dinner that she even got back to her
room to check her mail.
"Offshore accounts, debt consolidation, chain letter... aha! Dave!"
<<
DISCLAIMER! I AM NOT A TOTAL PERV!
Veronica,
I know you were looking for alternatives to getting a campus job,
and I don't know how serious you were about the naked pictures
thing but I figured I would at least let you know what is out
there. Seriously, if this is way over the line or you are totally
freaked out just say so and I will drop the subject. Check out
CharmingCoeds.luv it's like an online adult club. A couple of
friends and I started it up about two years ago.
All of the girls on staff are well taken care of. They get to
choose their own hours and who and what they will do. I set you up
with a temporary account so you can take a look. If you are
interested, go log in using your school username with your dorm
room number as the password. You should have permission to go to
any part of the site. Wait until around 8 though, it doesn't really
get active until then.
--Dave
>>
Veronica checked her watch, 8:15. She sat for a while staring at the note.
She didn't know a lot about adult internet sites but if it was anything
like the few that she had seen, then it was probably pretty gross. The
thought that her cute RA Dave ran one was kind of creepy. She wondered who
the girls on the site were. Probably old used up porn stars and desperate
addicts. She couldn't deny that she was curious though. It felt naughty but
she went to the site anyway.
"18 and over. Yes. Blah blah legal blah. Yes." Veronica logged in. "Heh,
nice pink background."
Kidding aside, it was a fairly professional looking site. The free part was
very limited. There were some sexy pictures, but nothing that you couldn't
show in Cosmopolitan. Paid membership got you a whole lot more though.
There was a group text chat for all the members, online photo spreads of
the different girls and the ability to do video chatting with a girl of
your choice. CharmingCoeds Inc., also produced some amateur videos which
the members got discounts on ordering.
Veronica read through the girls' personal bios. All of them were supposedly
in college, between 18 and 25. Liberal Arts Undeclared seemed to be a
popular major. She was surprised by how normal they all looked. In total
there were maybe 40 different girls from all over the country. Cute and
innocent or tough and sexy, whatever you were looking for they had it. She
wondered what their parents would think.
Veronica tried the public chat first, but it was pretty lame. She picked
NikkyKitten as her screen-name since that was the only nickname she had
ever had, courtesy of her father.
<NikkyKitten> Hi, what's up? :)
<Guest0293> asl???
<MassiveMember> m/f?
<BigDaddy> r u f? u like it up the a55?
<NikkyKitten> what?
<Guest12835> any girlz wanna chat!?
<d00mD1ck> I WANNA SEE PUSSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
<NikkyKitten> um...
<LustMonster> where kan I fnd warez!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!
Moving on, Veronica tried checking out some of the photo spreads. One
caught her eye. It featured a girl calling herself Glitter.
Glitter was a pretty girl who had apparently just turned 18. She had a
smooth brown skin tone and a finely sculpted face. The rest of her body was
just as delicate. Her breasts weren't large; in fact they were somewhat
small. On her, though, they looked perfect. True to her name, her whole
body sparkled with what looked like fairy dust. She was wearing a white
teddy with white garters and it made her look like a sexy angel.
The shoot had been done on a sheepskin rug with a fireplace in the
background. It started out pretty tame. She simply showed off her slender
body like she was flirting with the camera. Her eyes were inviting it and
the viewer to come closer.
Soon she started showing more. Veronica watched the girl slowly reveal
herself. First her short silky robe came off showing the tight bodice
underneath. Then the bodice too was gone, leaving her in just panties and
garters. Veronica was enthralled by the images and wondered what it would
be like to be in the girl's place. Feeling the soft rug on her bare skin;
the way the fuzzy surface would feel on her ass; the fur tickling her
breasts.
Once when she was 13, she and a friend found one of Veronica's brother's
porn magazines. They had looked through it, making fun of all the stupid
poses and the dumb looks on the girl's' faces. At the time, although they
knew what sex was, and even knew people that had done "it", sex itself was
still largely a mystery to them. It was something exciting and dangerous
but they just couldn't relate to the women in the pictures. This was the
first time since then that she was looking at images like that. This time,
though, she had five more years of experience behind her. She might still
technically be a virgin, but she wasn't a prude.
The pictures became more and more explicit. Once the girl's panties were
off, all pretense of modesty was gone. With her legs spread, Glitter pulled
open her pussy lips for all to see. The look in her eyes was bold, like she
was daring her silent audience to come to her. Daring them to experience
what only she could give.
Veronica shifted in her chair feeling her body responding to the images.
She glanced around guiltily as if waiting for someone to barge in and stop
her. Seeing the erotic pictures reminded her of how long it had been since
her last real date. She squeezed her legs together.
Most days she wouldn't have given porn like this another thought. Today
though, she had been given the opportunity to live it. Looking at the
pictures of the other girl made her think of actually being that girl and
it turned her on much more than she was willing to admit. Veronica had
always thought of herself as a good girl at heart.
"Face it" she thought. "Good girls don't get hot and bothered by the
thought of stripping for strangers on the internet."
Veronica looked at her watch and realized that she had been browsing the
site for over an hour. Her skin was flushed and her panties were sticking
to her moist sex. She longed to touch herself, but that would be admitting
to the lust she didn't want to be feeling. Still she kept looking.
Unconsciously she slipped a hand into her pants to pull the sticky panties
away from her skin. The brief contact with her pussy made her moan. She
knew that although she could put it off, there would be no denying the
feelings running though her. Quickly, she slipped off her jeans.
Lightly stroking herself, she continued to browse though the site. One of
the girls was putting on a live video show. Her name was Bridget. She was a
tall leggy redhead with the most beautiful breasts that Veronica had ever
seen. Bridget was already naked by the time Veronica started watching.
Bridget spread her legs for the camera. She pulled her delicate inner labia
apart to hide nothing from the audience. Her eyes stared directly at the
camera as one slender finger began to sink into her opening.
Veronica mirrored the girl on the screen and slid a finger into her own
hungry sex. She felt her vaginal walls clutch at the welcome intruder. Her
other hand moved up to her breast and began to knead the soft flesh. She
pulled at her erect nipples, enjoying the feelings that shot through her
body. Her pussy was clutching at her small finger, wanting it to be
something that it couldn't.
She closed her eyes and groaned. When she looked back up at the screen the
camera was focused on Bridget's cunt. The girl was holding her labia open
with one hand and fucking herself with the other. Bridget was sliding her
finger in and out before sexily swirling it around her enlarged clit.
Bridget's thighs were beginning to shake uncontrollably. Veronica could see
that the other girl was getting closer.
Veronica's breathing was getting heavier and her body felt like it was
going to burn up. She closed her eyes and let her fingers totally take
over.
They slid in and out of her body, slick with her juices. They swirled
around her pulsing clit toying with it. She could feel her orgasm getting
closer but still staying just out of reach. Again and again the feeling
built only to deny her release.
Her one hand twisted at her nipples and she felt her body getting ready for
the final surge. She slid her finger over and around her clit stopping only
to plunge it deep inside her. When she came, her whole body felt like it
was going to come apart all at once and she screamed. Well, screamed and
knocked over her chair. Not that she even noticed.
Her eyes opened slowly and she felt the overwhelming heat fall from her.
Her muscles relaxed and little aftershocks traveled through her body. Soon,
only the dull throb in her clit remained to remind her of what had
happened. By now the internet show was over and all that remained was a
black screen.
A knock came on her door. "Veronica!? Are you in there? Did you fall out of
bed or something?" It was Dave.
Veronica blinked and weakly sat up. She rushed to pull her jeans back on
ignoring the protest of her poor tired body. She pulled the door open a
crack.
"Uh, must have been a bad dream or something." She flushed. "Really, I'm
ok." She leaned against the doorframe for support.
Dave looked at her and smirked. "Define ok. Was the page that shocking to
your innocent eyes?"
Veronica turned bright red. "Oh god. Was it that obvious?"
"Let's just say that that wasn't the scream of someone forgetting to set
their alarm again." Dave winked. "I take it you found everything alright?"
Veronica nodded, unable to look him in the face. "It was a lot more...
interesting than I thought it would be. Are all those girls really just in
college like me?"
Dave nodded. "They come from a few different campuses across the country.
The other guys and I scout out likely candidates from our own schools. Some
girls actually seek us out. Usually they hear about it from a friend or a
friend of a friend of an ex-roommate and are just looking to make a quick
buck. It works out for us though. The more girls there are, the more we
make on memberships."
Veronica frowned. "Don't you feel like you are using them? Are they just
meat for the cameras to you?"
Dave shrugged. "Well, we need to pay expenses and make our own living. The
girls make what they put into it. They get paid based on how much time they
put into it and on how popular their images are. It's really all up to
them. We don't force them to do anything. Even the photos are actually
owned by them once our contract is up. So if you think it's degrading,
don't do it. I told you it wasn't for everybody."
Dave looked at her and shrugged again. "Well, whatever. If you want to talk
about it or something you know where I am." He started to walk away and
heard the door shut behind him. He sighed.
A moment later the door reopened behind him. "Dave?" Veronica's voice was
soft.
"Yes?" He waited without turning around.
"How much would you say someone like me could make on that site?"
Dave grinned and turned around while trying to look professional. "Well
cutie, it would depend on what you wanted to do now, wouldn't it?"
Author: SilkyTailz (silkytailz AT yahoo DOT com)
Written: Aug. 18 2002
Last Revision: Aug. 18 2002
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