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Contract for School

Hollie's lips stuck together as they usually did when her mouth is this dry. It usually is when she talked to me. " It's a simple problem, really," She said. Her deep chocolate eyes burned into mine. " I can't make decent money without an education, and I can't get an education without money." She leans forward, though I can't tell whether she did it to emphasize her point or show me cleavage. The latter she had. Creamy smooth skin, pale, and draped over small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her top is thin enough that I saw her nipples making little buds. I forced myself to look back at her face and asked " So how can I be of help?" " I need a Sugar Daddy. I really do. It's the only good answer." I thought about the concept for a moment. She had some logic. She lived ok with her physical therapy job. In our conversations, she had shown herself to possess the vocabulary, intense motivation and exceptional looks. She had just celebrated her twenty-eigth birthday last week. She had some logic. When I say looks, I mean more than the auburn hair that surrounded her face like the velvet in a jewelry box. She had those enormous dark eyes, a small mouth with smooth sensual lips. Her nose had a tiny crook at the end, almost unnoticeable. She smiled easily, showing straight white teeth and her laugh is genuine. Minimalist eyebrows. The dark eyeliner she favors enhanced the Hersey of her eyes. Sweet Brown, like translucent dark sugar. " Have you given this enough thought?" I asked, more ...

... to gain time for my own thoughts than to gain information. My hardening lap demanded a few seconds at least. She twisted in her chair, tugging at the tiny skirt that displayed her very nice long legs. " I've started Community College twice, and both times I couldn't stay because I don't quite qualify for any scholarships and I can't make enough while I'm in school to stay there. I need a Sugar Daddy." " Why not marry some guy your age?" I asked. " I've lived with two, both looked fine for a few weeks, but as soon as my school cost more than their beer or sports stuff they started in on me to quit." She huffed emphatically. " No guy my age seems to have the maturity I need. Or the cash." " Well, what I would want is access. Access to your body, for whatever stuff I wanted to do. You OK with that?" Anger clouded her face briefly. " I'm pretty desperate. I don't want to wind up a physical therapy tech., but what else do you think you could want?" " I think you'd have to discuss it in detail. Do I want to cum every night? Do I want you to tell me I have a big cock? Would you need to swallow? How much money, and how would you get paid?" I pushed the issue a little, to judge her response. " I can go to school for $12,000 a year. My current job gets me around $24,000, but it takes all my time to earn it. If I could earn that or a little more fucking you it would free up my time. I figure you would have to give me some support on a regular basis, but nobody would give me all of it up ...