3 comments/ 6265 views/ 1 favorites The Winter Doll By: polyphemus A/N: Thanks to Sensha for help editing and to Joey for the inspiration. * Prologue He looked sick, his head bowed over the table. When Prince Yusupov returned to the basement room, the monk had his head down. Yusopov just came from upstairs, where he had talked with the other conspirators. "Will this man not die," they said. Yusupov had long suspected that the monk was in contact with dark forces that protected him, and he told as much to his guests, somehow he had bewitched the Czarina and it must be some form of evil magic. Before he went back down they gave Yusupov a revolver; if cyanide would not kill this parasite maybe lead would. "My stomach burns like fire. I need another glass of wine," he complained, after sitting up in his chair. Prince Yusopov poured the monk another glass of the poisoned wine and the monk drank it down, all at once. The basement room had been set out for the monk with the finest linens, in addition to the poisoned wine, poisoned tarts were also on the table, a few of which the monk had eaten. "That's better" he said, setting the glass back down on the table. Smiling at Yusopov he said, "Let us go to the Gypsies, what do you say. There we will have women. God may own our souls, but our bodies are our own to do with as we wish." Prince Yusupov was done with the charade. Removing the borrowed Browning revolver from his jacket pocket, he pointed it at the monk. "Gregori Efimovich, look to the crucifix and say a prayer." The monk looked up at Yusopov and from the look in his eyes it seemed as if the monk was resigned to his fate. The monk crossed himself and began to silently pray. Yusopov aimed the revolver at the monk's heart and fired. The loud explosion from the revolver stunned Yusopov, and as he watched the monk crumpled over, falling out of the chair and on to the bearskin rug before the fire. Hearing the gunshot the others rushed down to the basement room. They all stood around and looked down upon the monk as he lay out on the bearskin rug, bleeding. "Help me take him upstairs," said Yusupov. When the other men started to pick up the body, he said "Careful, I don't want to stain the rug." The conspirators Prince Yusupov, Grand Duke Pavalovich and Vladimir Puriskevich carried the monk's body upstairs. "We must throw him in the river," said Purishkevich. They carried him to the palace entryway, and set him down on a large side table. "We will leave him here for now, let us go get a drink," said Grand Duke Pavalovich. "We can come back and dispose of the body later." All three men went out the door to the courtyard where the Grand Duke's carriage was waiting. Half-way across the courtyard Yusupov, still numb from the act of violence he just committed, realized that he had forgotten his fur, winter coat. He returned to the entryway and walked toward the coatroom. Seeing the dead monk lying on the table he walked over to examine the body. As he was leaning over examining the body, the monk's eyes popped open. "You naughty boy," said the monk. Yusopov was stunned as the monk quickly sat up and wrapped his hands around his neck. Yusupov struggled to breathe as the monk's hands crushed his windpipe. Purishkevich, returning to see what was delaying Yusupov, pulled his revolver out from under his coat and fired at the monk. Three shots rang out and the monk collapsed to the floor. After making sure that the monk was dead, they wrapped him in a carpet and threw him into the river. Chapter 1 "Nothing much is recorded about Rasputin's youth other than he had two siblings, an older brother and younger sister, both died as children, his sister Maria of drowning, his brother Dmitri of pneumonia after a fall through ice on a frozen lake. At eighteen he went to spend three months at a monastery in Verkhoturye, possibly as penance for a theft. His monastery visit combined with a vision of Mary, the mother of Jesus, he had when he returned home left Rasputin a changed man, turning him to a life as a religious mystic and wanderer." Sitting on a bench in the shade of a redwood tree, Joey looked up from her book, and she wondered what a weirdo Rasputin must have been, the picture in the book of him, with his long hair and strange eyes creeped her out. She looked down at her watch. Class would be beginning in less than ten minutes. She put the book she was reading way in her book bag, slung it over her shoulder and got up to walk up the paved path to the lecture hall, subconsciously using her hand to make sure that her plaid skirt was laying down flat to her legs. She knew that her attempt to do the assigned reading after failing the test covering the material was futile, but she needed to start somewhere in case her plan failed. This was her first semester at Parnassus College. The small private college in Northern California had been her first choice because both of her parents were alumni. She had chosen to major in history, the subject her mother taught at a local community college, and this was her first class in her major, "modern Russian history". She knew it would look bad if she failed the first class she took in her major, and her performance on the first mid-term had been a disaster. Adjusting to college life seemed so easy. Without her parents around she had frolicked in what had seemed to be a consequence free environment. Every night it seemed there was somebody partying, and being a blonde nineteen year-old, she had no trouble finding somebody to buy alcohol for her. She had made several new friends, and even met a few boys she thought might make good boyfriend material. The first three weeks of classes floated by in what seemed like no time at all. The good times came to a screeching halt when she got back the bluebook from her first midterm. Out of a possible one hundred points she had only received only a 44, and because the midterm made up twenty five percent of her overall grade, she knew she was in trouble. As she stepped out of the warm sun and entered the cold, grey cement building that was the lecture hall she thought about her plan to improve her grade. She had worn her best school girl outfit to class today, with a light blue oxford shirt, a blue plaid skirt, white knee high socks and black patent leather Mary Janes. She walked down the aisle, carefully stepping down the steps to the front of the hall and took a seat in the front row. Previously she sat in the back of class, hoping not to attract the professor's attention, but now if her plan was to succeed, she would need to make sure that he saw her. Shortly before the class was scheduled to begin Dr. Erickson entered the hall from the door behind the lectern. He, as always, was dressed impeccably, in a white shirt, black slacks and a red and black striped tie. He set his black leather case down on the table beside the lectern, opened it, and removed his lecture notes, placing them on the podium. Joey, looking up from her seat, looked him over. He was quite young looking to be a professor she thought. He was tall, almost six and a half feet and had short blonde hair. He looked like a young Michael York, from Zeffirelli's Taming of the Shrew, which she had seen in her high school English class, she thought, and she adored his English accent. She thought he was one of those professors who you took his class just to listen to him speak, his pleasant voice, she found soothing. She took out her notebook and pen and wrote the date on the first blank sheet. Dr. Erickson took his place behind the lectern, and looked out over the class. "If you will all take your seats ladies and gentlemen and let us begin," he said. He waited a few moments as the last few students took their seats and the class quieted down. "Last time we had started talking about the establishment of the Extraordinary Commission," he began. Joey stopped listening to what he was saying almost as soon as he started talking. Now was the time to put her plan into action and all of a sudden she was afraid. What if it did not work, she thought. What if he does not notice? She did not think she could bear the shame of failure, failure to seduce her professor, even if she was the only one who knew of it. This was not the first time she tried to use sex to pass a class, she thought, remembering Mr. Briggs, her English teacher in her senior year of high school. He had been only too willing to trade a good grade for the chance to fuck her. She remembered staying after school and sitting on his desk as he screwed her. She remembered coming all over his school papers and that more than one student had gotten their vocabulary quizzes back with suspicious stains on them. She seduced him the same way, using her schoolgirl outfit. Why should it not work on a college professor as well? He was a man after all. Why would not a clear view of her shaved school girl pussy show him what she was willing to trade for a passing grade? Determined to see her plan through she carefully, so that Dr. Erickson standing behind his lectern would be the only person able to see what she was not wearing underneath, lifted her skirt and smiled her best innocent smile. Dr. Erickson was looking around the room as he lectured, "Lenin appointed Felix Dzerzhinsky to organize a force to combat internal political threats. This force, the All-Russia Force Extraordinary Commission to Combat Counter-revolution and Sabotage, or simply the Cheka was well funded and gave birth to what was called the 'Red Terror'." For a moment as he looked down at her and it seemed to her that he stopped and smiled, but then he continued, "As the civil war continued tens of thousands were shot by the Checka, without trials. Dzerzhinsky himself boasted that the Checka represented organized terror to the enemies of the Revolution." Joey began taking notes as he lectured, with her skirt adjusted so that he could see underneath anytime he chose look. He made no further indication that he noticed her bare pussy staring up at him, but every so often he seemed to look down at her. As the class was wrapping up, and he was putting his lecture notes into his briefcase he said, while looking directly at Joey, "I'll be holding extra office hours, following class today, for any students who would like to discuss their grades on the midterm exam." Joey smiled. Mission accomplished, she thought. He is going to fuck me in his office and my failing grade will not be a problem. She quickly gathered her things and after slinging her book bag over her shoulder, left the lecture hall. She decided that she would give Dr. Erickson a few minutes to get to his office before she went to see him. She sat down on the bench, under the redwood where she had been reading before class. Not sure what to do with the time while she waited (no point in doing the reading now she thought) she noticed a Steller's jay feeding out of a trash can across the path from where she was sitting. The blue feathered bird was eating what looked like a discarded sandwich that sat on the top of the garbage in the can. The bird flew up into the trees each time a person walked by on the foot path that ran between the bench where she was sitting and the trash can. After the person passed the Steller's jay flew back down to pick at the sandwich. Watching the plucky bird, determined to get a meal out of the garbage can, she thought about how the bird was like herself. She needed to get a passing grade in this class and she would do anything to get it. As the foot traffic into and out of the lecture hall abated, she watched as the bird finished feeding and flew off. Taking the bird's departure as a sign that her waiting was over, she got up, slung her book bag over her shoulder and started walking to Dr. Erickson's office. Dr. Erickson's office was only a short walk, down a paved path through the redwoods from the lecture hall. When she arrived at the door to his office she found that it was closed and she was not the only one wanting to talk to the professor. Standing along the wall outside the closed door were three other students, two guys and a girl wearing a purple jumpsuit. Joey gave the girl a quick once over. She had short brown hair and was wearing glasses, and several pimples were visible on her face. Joey relaxed; she did not figure the girl to be much competition. The guy standing nearest the door, who Joey assumed was first in line to see Dr. Erickson said, "He's in there with another student. You'll have to wait your turn." Joey began to move toward the end of the line but, no sooner had he spoken then the door opened and a girl quickly walked out in tears. The girl, not stopping to look at the other students waiting to see the professor, ran off. Joey looked into the office to see Dr. Erickson sitting at his desk. "Ah, Miss Jankowski," he said, seeing her standing outside of his now open door. "Please come in." Joey looked over at the boy who was standing nearest the door, in the front of the line, and saw a defeated look on his face. Joey, not entirely succeeding in suppressing her smile, walked into the open office door. "Miss Jankowski, I thought I would be seeing you, please close the door." Joey closed the door behind her and dropping her book bag on the floor began to sit in the chair in front of his desk. "Did I ask you to sit down?" he asked sternly. Joey getting back to her feet, looked at him in surprise. Getting up from behind his desk, Dr. Erickson walked over to a chalk board on the wall of his office and took a pointing stick out of the chalk tray at the bottom of the chalk board. Without a word, holding the pointer in his hands, he looked Joey up and down. "So, Miss Jankowski, you want to be my whore?" "What?" said Joey, surprised to hear the word "whore" "You seem to want to trade sex for a good grade. Isn't trading sex what whores do?" "I'm not a whore," she said, looking at him sternly. "Why do you think trading sex for a grade different from trading sex for money? You are still making a commodity out sex, only the price is different." "But, I'm not a whore," she said defiantly. "You will be if you want a good grade," he smiled, slapping her quickly across the ass with his pointer. "Ouch," cried Joey, wincing at the pain of the pointer slapped across her ass. "What?" asked Dr. Erickson, with an edge of anger in his voice. "That hurt." "Well I can see we have a lot of work ahead of us if you are going to be a good whore. Only good whores get good grades. If you want a good grade in my class you are going to be my whore. You will obey my commands, no matter what they might be. Failure to obey me will result in punishment. After you have been punished continual disobedience will result in you failing my class. Do you understand?" Joey nodded her head as she felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. Dr. Erickson continued. "There are a few things we are going to get straight if you are going to be a good whore. First of all, there will be no crying out when I need to discipline you. I need to discipline you because you are behaving badly or not doing what I tell you to do. A good whore always obeys her master and doesn't speak out of turn. Do you understand?" "Yes," answered Joey. No sooner had she spoken then Dr. Erickson slapped her again with the pointer. Joey did her best to not make any noise this time and only made a quiet moan she was sure he did not hear. By now she could feel tears flowing down her cheeks and stuffing up her nose. "That's better," he continued. "The reason that I had to slap you was the second rule. You will always address me a 'sir' or 'master'. Do you understand?" "Yes, ...sir." "The third rule is that you will always wear a collar, so that everybody knows that you are a whore." He walked over to a filing cabinet on the back wall of his office and opened the bottom drawer. He reached in behind a small section of files in the front of the drawer and took a black leather collar out of the back, and handed it to Joey and she looked at it. The front of the collar had a metal ring set into it, suitable for the attachment of leash and in the back there was a buckle with a lock, with a circular keyhole, similar to a bicycle lock. "Are you going to put it on, whore?" he demanded. "Yes, sir." With two hands she lifted the collar to her neck and wrapped the band around her neck. She turned her back to him and felt him secure the lock. "Do you have any questions?" he asked putting the key away in his pocket. "Sir, may I take the collar off when I am in class?" she asked. "No, you may not take off the collar. You don't think I'm going to give you the key do you? Silly whore," he said, slapping her again with the pointer. Joey was taken aback by his answer, but said nothing. To her surprise she realized that all of his harsh talk of making her his whore was turning her on. She felt her that her pussy had started to moisten as he instructed her. "Any other questions, whore?" he asked. "No, sir." "Good, get down on your knees and suck my dick." Joey was startled by his command, but rushed to obey. She knelt down in front of him and undid the zipper on his pants. Fishing inside with her fingers she drew out his cock. She put her mouth to the head and began to lick it as it slowly began to become engorged. For several minutes she ran her tongue over the head, until he became erect. Dr. Erickson had the biggest cock she had ever seen, making her even wetter. Once his cock was erect she began to lick the underside, just under the head. In her experience this was the best way to make a man come. Her ex-boyfriend would come in seconds when she did this for him, but Dr. Erickson did not come so fast. "Oh, yes, I can see you know how to suck a dick. That's good. Yes, very good," he moaned. His encouragement only made her increase the speed of her licking. "Not so fast," he said, "slow down and suck it good." Joey slowed down her licking, concentrating on the spot underneath the head. He brought his hands up and put them on the sides of her face. Wrapping his fingers around the back of her head he began to pull her back and forth on to his cock, forcing it down her throat. She began to gag as he fucked her face. "Breath through your nose, you stupid whore," he admonished. It took several minutes, and to what her seemed an eternity, but he finally stopped his hand motions and as she looked up at his face she could feel him ejaculating down her throat. After a moment he said, "Now, clean off my cock, put it away and get out of my office. " Joey, did her best to lick all of the cum off and put the slowly softening member away in his pants. Once she was finished she got up to her feet and looked around for her book bag. When she got to her feet she could feel the wet spot on the back of her skirt as it rested on her ass. She was surprised by how much his rough treatment of her had turned her on. She opened the shoulder strap and lowered her book bag on her shoulder so that it would cover the wet spot. Before she could leave he said, handing her a pen and a pad of paper, "Here give me your number, in case I need anything later." "Yes, sir," she said, writing down her cell number and name on the pad. With her book bag over her shoulder, she left his office. Chapter 2 The afternoon sun shone through the redwoods as Joey walked back to her dorm. Her backpack, slung low on her back, pushed the wet spot on her skirt up against her ass, as a reminder of how excited she had gotten when Dr. Erickson had forced her to suck his cock. With a firm picture of the professor's hardon dancing in her brain she hoped she would see it again soon. Joey had never been placed in a subservient sexual situation before and she marveled at how much it turned her on. She wished that Dr. Erickson would have fucked her, but no matter. It was Friday and she was sure she would be able to find some guy to fuck her tonight. She thought about all of the guys she had met during the last three weeks and decided that she would go over to see Chris tonight. The Winter Doll Chris Scarsdale was a boy she had met at orientation. He was tall, muscular, good looking and played on the school's junior varsity lacrosse team. He had always been nice to her and she thought that he would make a more than suitable boyfriend. Maybe tonight is the night that we hook up, she thought. He lived in a dorm on the other side of the college and she decided that she would try to convince her roommate to come along with her. It was not until she was just about to her dorm that she remembered the collar around her neck. Two boys were walking out of the dorm as she approached and as they passed her she could hear one of them commenting about it. It embarrassed her to hear them making comments about it and she resolved to put on a scarf over it when she got back to her room. The door to her room was locked and her roommate Jessica was not in the room when she got there. After closing door, she took off her schoolgirl outfit and put on her robe and shower cap. Finding a red bandana in her dresser she tied it around her neck over the collar. Taking her shower things she went into the communal bathroom and took a shower. She washed herself off and got what she called the "randy pussy" smell off of her. She wondered that she had been so turned on by Dr. Erickson's domination of her. It had been several weeks since she had sex so maybe it was just her natural horniness. As the warm water ran over her body her mind could think of nothing else besides his enormous cock and how she wished he would have fucked her with it. After she had washed, she peered through the curtain to make sure she was the only person in the bathroom. Seeing that she was alone, she closed the curtain, and slowly ran her finger along the lips of her pussy. Oh, it felt so good, she thought, if only Dr. Erickson had fucked me. As she slid it along her clit she felt a spark go up her spine. Backing herself against the wall of the stall she slowly slid her finger into her cunt. Doing her best to stifle the noise she was making, she bent her head down and closed her eyes imagining it was Dr. Erickson fucking her. She imagined his long, hard cock penetrating her and forcing her ass against the wall of the shower. His monster sized cock would feel so good inside her pussy, she thought. With her finger in her pussy and massaging her clit with her thumb, it was not long before she was ready to cum. Trying not to make too much noise, just in case there was anybody else in the bathroom, she closed her mouth and made almost a whimpering sound as she came. As the waves of pleasure coursed through her body she gyrated against the shower wall. When the orgasm subsided she washed herself off, turned off the water and dried herself off. After she dried off and put on a clean pair of panties, a yellow one with the words "This side up" printed across the ass. She thought Chris would get a kick out of them. After putting on her robe she returned to her room. Her roommate Jessica was sitting on her bed reading when she returned. "Hi Jess," she said as she entered the room. "Hey Joey, have a good shower?" Jess asked with a smile on her face. "Yes, thank you," said Joey, trying to remain coy. Joey liked her roommate Jessica. Jessica, a freshman like herself, had grown up in Los Angeles. She had long black hair and was just a small bit taller than Joey, so that they could easily share clothes, but even though they had only known each other for four weeks it seemed that every time Joey was having naughty thoughts somehow Jessica sensed it. Joey wondered if it was Jessica's tarot cards that told her when she was misbehaving. It seemed like every time she turned around Jessica was dealing out her tarot cards. It kind of wierded her out having a roommate that read tarot cards, as if Jessica was privy to information that she was not. Joey took of her robe and put on a bra, t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, standing with her back to her bed so that Jessica could not see what was written on the back of her underwear. After slipping on some socks, she climbed up on her bed and got the Russian history book she had been reading out of her book bag. She had about 2 and half hours till dinner would be served, and she wanted to spend the time till dinner reading. She had only been reading for a half hour when her cell phone rang. "Hello" she said, holding the phone to her ear. "Hello Josephine. I need you to come clean my apartment," said a voice that was unmistakably Dr. Erickson's. "Yes sir," she replied. Her stomach jumped when she heard his voice, but did he only want her to clean his apartment, she wondered. "Get down to my apartment now. I live at 2155 Front St. room 212." "But, sir I have reading to do and then I was going to go to dinner." "I don't care about your work. My apartment needs cleaning. I have a guest coming over tonight and my apartment is a mess. You don't think I am going to clean it myself do you?" "No, sir," she said noncommittally. "That's right, you're going to get your ass down her and clean it for me. I am sure I don't need to remind you what happens if you don't obey me. Do I?" he said, sounding as if he was starting to get mad. "No, sir." "Hang up the phone and get down here now before I change my mind about our arrangement." "I'll be right there, sir," she said hanging up the phone. "Who was that?" Jessica asked, looking up from her reading, and watching Joey as she got off of her bed and put a pair of tennis shoes on. "Nobody." "Nobody, who you call sir? Okay." "I'll tell you later, right now I have to go," Joey said as she picked up her book bag and headed out the door. The Winter Doll "Josephine, so far you have been a good servant. But, the time has come to break you in." "Sir?" "I'm going to be taking you to a whore house tonight and you are going to work there for the night as a prostitute. Men will pay you to have sex with them. Usually half the money goes to the house and half goes to you, but you are going to give your half of the money to me. You will agree to anything they want to you and you will enjoy it so that they have a good time. Do you understand?" "I can't do that, sir." "What do you mean you can't do it?" Joey had not noticed, but he had picked up the wooden rod that he used to punish her. He swatted it across her ass. "You will do what I say." He hit her again. "You were a whore when you came into my office wanting to trade sex for grades." He hit her again. "You are a whore now." He hit her ass again. "You will fuck any man who pays to fuck you. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," said Joey, dejectedly. How she wished it would be Dr. Erickson fucking her, and not a bunch of strangers, but he was her master and she wanted to do anything that she could to please him. If that meant having sex with a bunch of strangers, she would do it. She watched as he picked up his wallet and keys and headed to the door, and then standing and waiting when he got to the door. She quickly walked to the door and opened it for him. She followed him down to his car, a red Corvette. Joey got into the car, sitting in the passenger seat. After leaving the parking lot he drove for about twenty minutes into a part of town that Joey was not familiar with. As they drove Joey thought about what was about to happen. She did not want to work as a prostitute, but a part of her was secretly thrilled to be used by strangers to fulfill their sexual needs. She never told anybody that she fantasized about being a whore, that she wondered what it would be like to have men pay her for sex. Now was her chance to do it for real, she thought. While Joey was thinking they arrived in a residential neighborhood, where most of the houses were only a single story and had bars on the windows and fenced in yards, which made Joey wonder about how safe a neighborhood this was. He pulled up in front of a white stucco house with the porch light on. Joey was surprised that this was a whore house; it looked like any other house on the block. "We're here," he said simply. Joey got out of the car and walked with him up three steps to the front porch. The front porch had several plants on it that looked as if they had not been watered in a while. She waited by his side as he rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" said a female voice from the speaker next to the doorbell. "It's Gregory," he answered, after pushing the button next to the speaker. Joey heard the door unlock and then it opened to reveal a tall, dark haired woman wearing a conservative red dress, standing in the entryway. "Ah Gregory, come in, come in." She said beckoning them to come in. Dr. Erickson entered and Joey followed him into the main room of the house, where there were several woman sitting around in various states of undress. "Gregory, how good of you to come tonight. What can I do for you tonight? I see you have brought a friend," she said, looking at Joey. "I was wondering if maybe my servant Josephine could be one of your girls tonight." "Your, servant?" asked the woman, staring at Joey as if sizing her up. "I need to break her in and I think your customers would be perfect for her." "I am sure we can find some use for her," said the woman. "Josephine, this is Nyla. She will be your master tonight. You are to obey her as you would me. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," said Joey. "I will be here to pick you up at three A.M. Try to earn me as much money as you can by then." "Yes, sir." Joey stood and watched as Dr. Erickson walked out of the house. After the woman made sure that the door was secured, she turned and spoke to Joey. "Josephine, we are going to have to give you a new name. You shouldn't use your real name. Hmm. Why don't we call you Dallas? All right Dallas, when a customer comes in all the girls, including you, will line up so the customer can see you all. One by one you will all say your names and he will pick which one of you he wants. He then will pay for whatever he wants. The basic rates are fifty dollars for a hand job, one hundred for a blow job, one fifty for a fuck, and one eighty for anal. If he wants anything special we negotiate. Usually the ladies get their cut at the end of the evening, but since you are working for Gregory tonight, I will give him his cut when he comes to pick you up." "When a man picks you, you should come up and take his hand. I will tell you which bedroom that you are going to be using. There are numbers on the doors. There are clean sheets in the cupboard of each room, spread one out of the bed before you start. After you are done, you need to lead you customer back to the front door, making sure that he has had a good time. After you are done with that, go back to the room and take the sheet off the bed and put it into the hamper in the hall. There are clean sheets in the cupboard in the hall if the cupboard in the room is empty. You do know how to change a sheet?" "Yes, ma'am." Okay, now condoms are a must. All of the bedrooms have an ample supply of condoms in the nightstand. You do know how to put condom on a man don't you?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good, be sure and use them. If a guy doesn't want to use one tell him to hit the road. He can forfeit his payment for being an asshole. If he decides to get rough, just grab his pecker and scream bloody murder, and I'll be there and we can sort the fucker out. Just make sure that he is on the bed first, so that way he can't overpower you. Any questions?" "No, ma'am." Joey stood next to Nyla and thought about what was happening. On one level she was upset that Dr. Erickson had left her here. It occurred to her that she really did not have a choice but to follow his wishes, at this point. The drive over had been over twenty minutes and not knowing the geography around Parnassus College, she was not really sure where she was and how to get back to her dorm. In this strange city in what appeared to be a rough neighborhood she could easily be in more danger than she was here. As she thought about it, the fact that she was trapped here and would be forced have to have sex with whoever came through the door thrilled her. She realized that she could be as naughty as she wanted and they would love her for it. She found herself moistening at the thought of the random sex she would have tonight. Joey looked around the room at the other girls. They were a mixture of races, Asian, Black, Hispanic and White. Most were wearing only bras and panties, some with stockings and garter belts. She felt a bit over dressed, despite the absence of her panties. "Sit down, you make me nervous standing there like that," said the madam. "Yes, ma'am," said Joey, finding an empty seat and sitting down next to a very pretty girl with short auburn hair wearing a fishnet bodysuit. From where she was sitting she had a view of the front door and entryway. Joey had been sitting there a few minutes when the auburn haired girl spoke. "Hi'ya, Dallas, I'm Dusty," the woman said with a southern twang in her voice. "Hello Dusty," said Joey. "First time turning tricks?" "I guess it shows huh?" "Don't worry, you'll do fine. The guys that come here are only after one thing and as long as they get it they're like pussycats. A sweet, young thing like you will do fine." "Thanks, Dusty. Do you mind if I ask you a question? "Nah, honey, what is it? "Do you enjoy doing this, I mean, having sex for money?" "Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. It just depends on the guy. Most of them are just regular guys and some are assholes. But every so often you get a guy that's sweet and knows what he's doing in bed. And then sometimes it just makes you want to slap yo mama." "Uh, thanks," said Joey, not really sure what Dusty was saying. As Joey thanked her, the doorbell rang. Nyla walked over to a speaker mounted next to the door. Pushing the button, she spoke, "Who is it." She released the button and a man's voice came through the speaker, "my name is Ted," said the voice. "We brought our friend here, he's a virgin," said the voice followed by laughter. Nyla looked through the peephole in the door. After a moment of looking she opened the door. Three young men entered the entryway. "We wanted to come and make a man out of our friend," said the first of the young men. He was tall and had red hair. The other two were smaller and had dark hair. All three were laughing and it looked and smelled as if they had been drinking. "Ladies, if you will all line up," said Nyla as she led the three young men into the parlor. Joey recognized the last of the three young men to enter as Chris Scarsdale. As she lined up with the other girls she hoped that he would not recognize her. The redhead seemed to be the leader of the group and was the first to speak, "Our buddy Chris here is a virgin and since the season is starting soon, we thought we should make a man of him. Me and Bob will be having girls to, but since it's his first time, Chris should pick first." "All right, ladies, if you please," said Nyla, and the girls began saying their names, one by one. When it came to be Joey's turn she said "Dallas," as boldly as she could. The whole time her eyes had been on Chris as his eyes followed down the line as the girls said there name, but after Joey said her name his eyes remained on her. Once the girls had finished saying their names Nyla, looked at Chris, and said "Okay big boy, who will it be?" Chris, still staring at Joey, said, "Dallas." Joey could tell that her face had turned red cool, but in the dim light of the parlor, she hoped that Chris would not notice. She walked up to Chris and took his hand. Nyla looked at the two other boys, "Are you going to be paying for Chris?" she asked. "Sure are," said the redhead, pulling out his wallet. "We were thinking maybe she could give him a half and half." "That will be two hundred," said Nyla. The redheaded boy took two c-notes out of his wallet and handed them to Nyla. Nyla quickly examined the bills and then turned to Joey, "Why don't you take him to room 4?" and then bent over and whispered in her ear, "A half and half is a blow job followed by vaginal sex. Have fun honey, you'll do fine." "Come on Chris, let's go," said Joey, leading Chris into the hall way and to the room with a 4 on the door. The room was sparsely furnished having only a bed and a nightstand, with a full length mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Joey led Chris into the room and taking a sheet out of the closet shelf she spread it out over the bed. "Why don't you have a seat," she said, motioning to the side of the bed. He sat down on the bed and she stood in front of him. "Is that you, Joey?" Chris asked. "My name is Dallas," said Joey, beginning to rub her hands on his shoulders. "Come on, I know it's you Joey," "Would Joey do this?" she asked, lifting his polo shirt over his head and beginning to lick his nipple. He remained silent as she licked one nipple and then the other. She could hear his breathing pattern change as she sucked on his nipples. "Would Joey do this?" she asked again, and she began undoing the buttons on his jeans. She could feel his cock was getting hard inside. After she finished unbuttoning them, she pulled them down, forcing him to get up off the bed, to let her slide them under his butt. She looked down to see the tent in his boxers. After grabbing the tent and rubbing it around, she pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. "Would Joey do this?", she asked a third time and with one hand she started jacking him off, feeling the warm precum ooze out onto her fingers. She got a rhythm and watched his face as she jacked him. Once she was sure that he was hard enough, she went to the nightstand and took out a condom. Taking it out of the package, she slid it down over his cock. "Would Joey do this?" she asked and took his cock in her mouth. It was not as large as Dr Erickson's was, so she was easily able to take it all in her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock and soon he was breathing hard. "I guess,..your,....not,... her,....you,...just,.... really,....look,....like,....her," he said finally. "That's right," she said, taking her mouth off of his cock. "Now fuck me like a man," she said, pushing him back on the bed and climbing on top of him. Sitting on top of him, she slid down on his cock, his pants and boxers, still wrapped around his ankles, and draped over his shoes. Her plaid, school girl skirt covering his crotch, she began to piston up and down on him. "Come on now, fuck me," she demanded, as she began bouncing harder. "Don't just lie there like a dead fuck, come on fuck me," she said grabbing his hips and thrusting down on him. Chris responded by forcing his cock up into her, bucking his hip and meeting her on her down stroke. "That's it, come on fuck me harder, harder," She cried. By now the bed was bouncing like a trampoline and Joey could feel her orgasm building. Why had she been reluctant to do this she thought? It had been over a week since she last came and the feeling of her building orgasm was pure pleasure. "Oh, yes, yes, yes..." she began to cry. As she started to cum, she felt Chris bellow her stop bucking his hips. "Stop, stop, I'm done," he said. Stopping was the last thing on Joey's mind. She ignored his pleas to stop and continued going up and down on him till she had come. "Stop already," he said. While it was not the best orgasm she had ever had, it would have to do she decided, since Chris was being no help at all. Once her orgasm had passed, she got off of him and climbed off the bed. "You know, you should let the lady finish," she said to him. "But since it's your first time, I guess it's okay." She removed his condom and cleaned him up with tissues from a box on the nightstand. Once she had finished she helped him dress. Through the whole process he had remained silent, watching her as she worked. "All right, if you'll follow me," she said, taking his hand. She led him out into the parlor. Nyla looked at the couple and talked to Chris, "your friends are still busy, if you'll take a seat you can wait for them." Chris silently took a seat, and Joey walked back to the room and took the dirty sheet off the bed and put it into the hamper in the hall. She then walked back to the parlor and sat in the seat she had been in before. "Well, how was it, honey?" Dusty asked. "It was good," she said, knowing Chris was watching her and not really sure what to say. Dusty giggled, "If you say so." It was not more than five minutes before both of Chris' friends were done. As he was leaving Chris walked over to Joey and whispered, "I know it's you Joey. Maybe I'll see you here again." Joey, too shocked to say anything, silently watched him leave. "He was done fast," said Nyla, looking at Joey, "I guess it was his first time." Several of the girls giggled and Joey forced a smile. Joey fucked two other men that night. At three Dr. Erickson arrived, collected his money and took Joey in his car, dropping her off behind her dorm. Joey went up to her room and found Jessica asleep. Joey changed into her nightie and crawled under the covers. She lay in bed awake wondering what she would say to Chris if she ever saw him again on campus. Chapter 4 Joey spent most of the weekend in the library, shut up in a private study room. She did not want to see Chris and was afraid that he would come looking for her. She did not leave the library Saturday night until it closed at ten thirty and walked back to her room in the dark. Jessica not in the room (Joey assumed she was out partying) and did not come in till after Joey had gone to sleep. Sunday morning Joey left the room before Jessica woke and went to the dining hall getting a to-go plate of brunch before heading to the library. She did not want to eat in the dining hall, fearing she would run into Chris. She spent all day Sunday in the library, cloistered in a private study room, and did not leave till the library closed at ten thirty. Again she walked back to her dorm in the dark. "Chris came by looking for you," Jessica said as Joey entered their room. "He came by a couple of times in fact." "He did?" asked Joey, trying to sound as if she had not expected him to look for her. "You guys had a good time Friday night, then?" Jessica asked, smiling. "What, did he say anything?" "No," said Jessica giggling. Joey could feel the blood rushing to her face. Trying to ignore her embarrassment, she put her book bag down on her desk and started changing for bed. Hoping to avoid any other questions from her roommate, she climbed into bed and closed her eyes. Fifteen minutes later Jessica turned out the lights. The next morning both girls were awoken by a knock at the door. "What?" yelled Jessica, still lying in her bed. "Delivery," said a man's voice through the door. Jessica, still in her nightie, got out of bed and went to answer the door. Joey, stayed in bed with her eyes closed, hoping the disturbance would go away. Jessica opened the door to see a man dressed in an Air Express uniform carrying an oblong box wrapped in gold paper. "Delivery for Dallas," said the man. Joey's eyes popped open and she turned he head to see the man. "There's no Dallas here. You have the wrong room," said Jessica. The man looked at his clipboard and then bent his head out of the room to check the room number on the plate beside the door. "213 Fentress Hall. This is the right room. Neither of you are Dallas?" asked the confused man. "I'm Dallas," said Joey, getting out of bed. Jessica watched her as she signed for and took the package from the man. Joey thanked the man and closed the door. She took the package and laid it on her bed. "You're calling yourself Dallas now?" Jessica asked. "It's a pseudonym I use sometimes," said Joey, opening the small card that accompanied the package. The card read only "To: Dallas Byanyothername, From: Chris. Thank you for the wonderful evening." Joey tore the gold paper off of the package and opened the box to find it contained a dozen long stemmed red roses. He must be taking intro to Shakespeare this quarter, she thought. "Wow, who's it from?" asked Jessica in a cutesy voice , "Your boyfriend Chris?" "He's not my boyfriend," said Joey, looking for something to put the roses in. The best she could find was a plastic glass, stolen from the dining hall. "Sure, whatever you say," said Jessica laughing. Joey looked at her alarm clock. It was almost 8 o'clock; she had class in half an hour.