EXTRACT FOR
College Menage
(Helen Havens)

I didn't leave him sitting there long before I scurried over and kneeled. We had an agreement which he kept faithfully. We were in college, a time trying new things, of opportunities and situations that would shape us into who we are to become or so I had been told countless times before by parents or teachers. I had a few well heeled friends and acquaintances, some generous with their financial contributions, but also some with a knowledge of many unspeakable affairs, but he was an A-lister. He was an heir and came from money. Every opportunity and door in society was open to him. He was invited to every event, except for those that were exclusive to members only. There were many spectacular events to go to, but only if you knew the right people. Unfortunately my friends and I did not.



Like many at the University, I'd chosen to avoid the process of selection. Derek couldn't blame me for it. The very term of acceptance reminded him of the auction it actually really was. Unlike most of the independents, I knew that the social connections denied me were due to my social standing, just as he had known. I approached him with the offer and he'd accepted it happily. In public we would appear to be 'friends'. Roommates living together, sharing our expenses and household chores. That would provide me with access to each and every event I wanted to go to. I would be simply riding his coat-tails through the doors of power and society.



I rewarded Derek for his generosity behind closed doors in our apartment. I was his to do as he wished, with the only exception being when one of us had company over. But his demands were seldom and usually well within the limits we had discussed prior. Within the our unusual boundaries of our agreement we had our public face.



I looked up meeting his eyes. My wide, almond sphere's sent shivers of anticipation through him. "Yes? What can I do for you?" I asked, the eagerness in my voice and our unspoken implication for the word 'Master' caught in my breath. I'd never complained about his demands on my time or of the nature of his requests, sometimes even relishing them. But never had I shown such interest in him since the first time we met. That very first time I threw him onto the old sofa, in the backroom of a college bar, to dive onto his cock and suck him off dry, before even approaching the subject of our arrangement.



My fingers traced along his thighs lightly as he tried to organize his thoughts. "Uh, well I've just remembered that you had mentioned that you wanted to talk to me about something. What was it Chloe?" I returned his smile, as my hands pressed against him, sapping his resolve. Nervous, he watched my eyes dart back and forth thinking of what to say. Derek was suspicious about what I had wanted to talk about, but they varied from awful to awesome.



My delicate hands began to massage him through his jeans. As I came to a decision, my eyes went back to him. "Well, it's sort of about our little arrangement." Derek found it difficult to hold my stare as my fingers crept up to his belt buckle. "I love the parties we go to and everything. Even the people that you socialize with." I unzipped his fly and rested my chin gently on his rapidly hardening cock. I was trying to keep the conversation close, intentionally making sure that he was going to agonize over its outcome. Derek had never believed I was the kind of girl who would tease him if I wanted to end things. I'd always been straight up and honest with him and treated him fairly. But, he admitted that this could be my way of saying that this was full payment for services given.