Hard Earned

Her body encased in black leather pants and a corset top. All her scars on display. She entered the eighteen and over club. She had to make tonight good. Tomorrow was her first day of college.

The ache in her lower belly throbbed in time to the bass as the heavy door to the basement was opened for her. The dancefloor was already crowded with people at seven in the evening. The air heavy with smoke and the scent of cannabis.

"Hey, Jennifer." Jack, the bouncer, greeted her with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Jack." She waved on her way to her goal. To get at least three guys to come home and fuck her so completely she won't feel a thing for the rest of the week.

Her room was already set up in her apartment. Five cock rings just be on the safe side. A list of do's and don'ts. Her bed covered in a plastic purple sheet. Red was overdone in her mind.

Making her way to the bar to get kicked off with a bottle of water and greet her favorite bartender. Showing her mark that she was under 21, so that Marc didn't forget. Not that she would drink even if she was of age. Addiction ran heavy in her genome.

"Girl you look good." Marc told her handing over the bottle of water with a flourish. His eyes going over the crowded room. "Plenty to choose from tonight." He winked before moving on to the next customer.

She turned from the counter to survey the room. Her sapphire eyes going over the groups of young men gathered at tables in the outer ring of the dance floor.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Showtime. She thought taking her time turning her attention to the man who had spoken at her left. She had to raise her eyes high to meet his. To be that much taller than her, he had be six foot seven or eight. Broad in his chest and shoulders. Heavily muscled.

"Hello."

He glanced down to the water in her hands. She turned her right hand a little for him to see the 'M' on the back. Marking her for being underage to drink. He grinned and showed her his identical marking.

Then extended his hand. "Oliver."

"Jennifer." She slid her small hand into his large heated one. The warmth going straight to the ache that was building. "Are you here with friends?"

"Some guys from the swim team at the college." He answered with a shrug. "Locals showing me the entertainment value of the city." His words were clipped a little.

"Where are you from?" She asked unconcerned that she would cross paths with the man again. Stanford had a swim team but it was also the largest school in the area. The chances of them running into each other again were slim.

"Connecticut." He grinned with pride. "Would you care to dance?"

She handed her bottle to Marc behind the bar for safekeeping and allowed Oliver to lead her out to the floor. He grabbed her hips gently and pulled her body hard against his.

"You come here often?"

She laughed as she followed his rhythm to the song blasting overhead. "You caught that, huh?"

He grinned showing perfect teeth. His parents must've spent a fortune on that smile. "Yeah, I was by the bouncer when you walked in."

When his hands would move from her hips, she would gently guide them back down. The only place she was comfortable being touched. After a few songs they returned the bar for more water. The look in his eyes was just the right kind of excitement along with the bulge she had felt against her belly while they ground together in that unspoken question. "Wanna fuck?"

"Are you interested or leading me on?" He asked bluntly when she downed the rest of the water as another was placed on the counter by the bartender.

"I'm interested but there are two more who need to join this party." She replied gauging her own need becoming painful now that she was turned on.

He didn't quite understand that and told her.

She glanced up to him. "You will. Introduce me to your friends?" A sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

Feeling like he had just stepped out of his league, Oliver took her hand and led her to the table his friends were at. Two other girls had already been picked. Five men in total, three girls, including the one Oliver had selected.

One of the girls rolled her eyes. "Of course you would be here." Her eyes landed on Oliver. "He looks too innocent for your type of play."

Oliver glanced down to Jennifer who had broken free from his hold. She was touching Collin, his dormmate, on the shoulder. "Collin, nice to see you."

"You too, Jen." His eyes cut to Oliver. "I see you found fresh meat. From your look, you are prowling tonight."

"Burn off steam before the school week starts." She laughed. "Interested? I was hoping for three on my menu tonight."

The other two girls scoffed and choked before grabbing the guys they wanted and walking them to the dancefloor. Jennifer didn't seem to mind as she held Collin's eyes. This would be the fourth time they had fucked. He was good. Understood what it was she needed and didn't get feels afterward.

His gaze slid from Oliver to Tim on Oliver's left. "Make the girl happy? I promise it's a ride you won't forget."

Oliver's mind and body were at war. No way was she offering to take all three of them on? Damn that was a hot image. While also humbling. Porn wasn't new to him. He'd seen stuff like that. But to be involved. That was a different kind of rush.

Three sets of eyes landed on him. "Okay." He heard himself say. Or was that his dick? The damn thing was straining hard against his jeans.

"Great." Jennifer smiled happily. She broke from Collin to take Oliver by the hand. "You'll ride with me."

They reached her small car outside the club. Her eyes going over him as she led him around to the passenger side. "Rule one, I am in control. You only touch where I tell you." She whispered in his ear as her hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest. The blue darkening as her breath grew heavy. "Rule two, those who know, don't speak of it unless it is to me. Niki and her friend think they know, but they have no idea. I trust you can keep this to yourself?"

"Yes." He swallowed thickly as her hands continued to move over his chest and down to cup his balls.

"I'm glad you understand." A gentle squeeze make his body react like a buzzer. "I really hope you aren't as innocent as Niki proclaimed. I'm a terrible teacher." She released his body and stepped back. "Climb in and buckle up."

After she had the car in drive a minute later with Collin following, she reached over and took his hand. Pressing it to her top. "Loosen my top, Oliver. My tits need attention."

He wasn't sure if it was her words or her voice that sent another jolt of desire through his body. By the time they reached her home, the top was almost all the way off. Her nipples hard and glistening from his mouth's attention. Her hand tangled in his hair. Her focus completely on driving.

He was enthralled. Her reactions to him encouraging. Hard as a rock in his jeans. His heart hammering in his ears as the scent of passion filled the car.

Collin parked next to them as she climbed out of her car, not bothering to fix the top. Collin groaned, Tim smacked his lips as they followed her to the doors of the apartment building.

She didn't stop when they reached inside of her apartment. Telling Oliver to close and lock the door behind him on her way to her bedroom. Tim and Collin were already shedding shoes and unbuckling their pants in her wake.

Oliver followed after taking his shoes off by the door. When he entered her bedroom, she was already naked and on the bed. Collin and Tim had their pants and boxers at their ankles while she pumped a cock in each hand. Making them groan and shiver.

Her eyes landed on Oliver who had yet to do anything. Frozen at the door. It wasn't fear that held him there. It was uncertainty. Because the furthest he had gone with a girl was third base.

"I said I was hoping for three, but I won't push. Would you like to watch, Oliver?" She asked kindly. "It's been a long time since I had a voyeur in the room with me."

He must have given her answer because she giggled and told him to get a chair from the dining table. Releasing the cocks in her hands. "Put on the cock rings."

"When are you going to do that for us?" Collin asked doing as she ordered.

She laughed. "I don't. You should supply your own, but I know how you feel about adult stores."

Oliver returned with the chair. She told him where to put it. Her headboard was a mirror facing his way against the opposite wall. "Tease my holes, boys." She ordered.

Collin stretched out on his back. His head nearly off the foot of the bed. Tim dropped to his knees as they both started to finger, lick and nip at her ass and pussy.

She met Oliver's eyes as she started to moan and scream with pleasure. Watching the rise in her delight created a familiar sensation at the base of Oliver's spine. The spread of blood and fluid to his cock. He was going to come without even touching himself.

She could see it in his eyes. See the awakening in him. Around gasps and cries of ecstasy she gave him permission to touch himself. She wanted to see him orgasm to his friends getting her off.

Her eyes widened as his hand circled around the shaft of his thick cock. Collin stopped licking her clit long enough to ask. "He doesn't get a ring?"

"No. Chances are one of you will have to help him leave." She replied wickedly. "One more and then the real fun will begin."

Oliver had no idea how long he sat in that chair, watching Collin and Tim fuck her. One at a time and then double penetration. Her orgasms were beautiful and pure. Her euphoria shining in her eyes in the mirror. She was always on top. Giving commands of how fast, how hard to fuck her. The three of them were covered in sweat and what he was sure were her juices.

Each orgasm an explosion.

Her body was getting tired. She could feel it. Her audience had gotten five orgasms in the last two hours. Not bad. But now it was time to finish.

"Finale." She told the two men.

The rings were removed and they filled her again. Pain and pleasure mixing perfectly to create the most wonderful cocktail her mind and body craved. This was the only way to make the ache stop. The only way she wasn't physically hurting. Her addiction wasn't just a need for the chemicals. It was a physical need to feel someone inside her. To know they were getting pleasure in her submission to let them. Even though she was in complete control, it all reverted back to her childhood. To her master.

Warm liquid shot into her as the men under and behind her stiffened and shook. Their shouts mingling with one more on the wall facing the bed.

"I think we are your favorites." Collin joked after he rolled off the bed to collect his clothes.

"You would be correct." She giggled and looked to Oliver. A look of satisfaction and wonder on his face. She jerked her head to the bathroom. "Go clean up, Oliver. Did you enjoy the show?"

It took a solid minute before he could gain his feet. His brain mashed potatoes in his head. His thighs shaky from the dopamine running through his veins. He thought he answered as he stumbled to the bathroom.

She watched him with concern. Then followed him to make sure he was okay. Closing the door behind her to offer them privacy. In a soft voice while helping him to turn on the water in the sink and getting him a wash cloth. "You aren't a virgin, are you?"

"In what capacity?" He asked hoarsely.

She touched his shoulder gently to get him to look at her. When his hazel eyes met hers she repeated the question. His head dropped a little. There was her answer.

"You should've said something at the bar, Oliver. You must be in shock." She wet the rag when the water was warm enough and moved to clean him up. He stopped her gently by wrapping his hand around the end of the cloth and tugging on it.

"I'm okay, just drained." He chuckled and began the motions of wiping up as much of the white sticky mess around his naval and balls. "I may not have gotten that far with a girl, but I've been watching porn since I was fifteen."

A true voyeur then. The act really held no appeal. "If you would like to watch again. Let me know. This is free."

"How will I do that?" He asked, his gaze lighting on her.

She bit her lower lip in thought. Could she trust him with her phone number? He already knew where she lived. Sort of. That was why she had distracted him during the drive.

"I'll give you my number, but if I get spam called by the swim team, I'll hunt you down." She replied after weighing all the angles.

His chuckle was warm and gentle. He had her in a daze. From the moment of hello in the bar. Something about him just seemed different from others. Then his voyeur kink.

She watched the men leave from the window of her apartment ten minutes later. Her number locked inside Oliver's phone. Collin and Tim had been a little jealous. She shrugged it off. "Coordinate between the three of you as to if you want to do this again next Saturday. Oliver is your lead."

"How did you know that?" Tim asked, his eyes bouncing between Jen and Oliver. "He's the swim captain, but that was just decided today by Coach. How would you know that?"

"I didn't." She giggled with a warm look to Oliver. "I could sense that he's a born leader. Keep those two in line. Call me to make plans for next weekend."