Student Escorts (Closed)

[Twilight10]

(Closed for Fiana)

Mark Foster talked to Stacy before class and asked if she really thought it was a good idea.

"I think Meiko will go for it," Stacy had said. "I really do."

"She's the only shy girl in the senior class," Mark said. "I just wonder if she'll be as open to this as the rest of you."

Stacy smiled and flicked away a wisp of blonde hair covering her blue eyes. She was wearing her tight cheerleader outfit, the red sweater bearing a letter "S" which stood for their town, Samoset. The sweater hugged her firm breasts, and the white pleated skirt gave ample view of her panties, when she chose to wear any.

About two years ago, Mark Foster, one of the Math teachers at Samoset Private School, had set up an agency where he employed the senior girls, all who had already turned 18, as escorts. The girls were all beautiful and sexual, and all so far had been very receptive to the idea. They made lots of money and got to have lots of sex. There wasn't an official name to the business, but Mark liked to think of it as Samoset Sluts, Inc. Not very original, perhaps, but serviceable.

He squinted at Stacy now. Stacy was sort of the ringleader of the whores, being the most promiscuous and the most sought-after girl in the senior class.

Mark said, "I'll ask Meiko to stay after school and we can all see if she's interested, but if she turns out to be a prude, I'm worried she'll snitch on us. Nothing we do is illegal, but I could get fired for this."

"Don't worry, Mr. Foster," Stacy said, grinning at the 29-year-old teacher. She found him attractive - at 5'9", 190 pounds, he was athletic looking and rather muscular. She could tell he had played sports in high school and college, and his black, shaggy hair looked damn good above his chiseled features and green eyes. She had fucked him on several occassions - as had all the senior girls in the business - and he was one of her favorite "clients," even though he got to fuck all the girls for free.

"I'm sure we can persuade her to join our business," Stacy said. "I'm sure she'll love it, actually."

After the last class ended and the bell rang, Mark asked Meiko to stay for a bit. Stacy stayed behind as well, sitting in the back of the class and trying to make herself look unobtrusive, at least for now. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about, Meiko, if you can spare a few minutes," Mark said.

 

[Fiana]

Meiko was never one to stand out. Being the strange exchange student, the girl did not make friends very fast. The ones she did, were the quiet smart ones like her, who avoided large groups. She was of mix blood, though, her father an English man, her mother Japanese. Her had her father's green eyes, and her mother's looks. So, it came to no surprise that she inherited her mother's mind, but her father's personality. Really, she was just like the perfect child everyone wanted.

If they wanted an outcast. Then again, she did have top marks at school and joined the art club. So, she wasn't completely alone, just trying to fit in and go unnoticed.

Still, Meiko made top marks at the school, and was one of the few seniors yet who had actually yet to have sex. She was a virgin, and while she wasn't saving herself, she wanted her first time to be with someone she trusted. Not just a one off. So, reading her book from her brother who was in Japan, she was surprised to hear that Mr. Foster wanted her to stay behind. She blinked, half way through packing.

"Did... Did I do something wrong sir?" Meiko asked, her eyes wide and fearful.

Now, Meiko was not a bad looking girl. Her clothes hid the soft curves she had, while her huge glasses hid how childlike her face was. In fact, it made her look a little bit more boyish. She never wore the school uniform, unable to afford, so she usually wore paint stained jeans, black converse and an overly huge dark red or dark green top.

"I'm sorry if I broke any rules," she said, her english just right. Beginnings of tears threatened to fall, for disappointing her teacher.

 

[Twilight10]

Mark moved around to the front of his desk and perched on it. Stacy walked up to the front and sat next to him, her smile mischievous. "Meiko, you have done absolutely nothing wrong," Mark reassured her. "So please don't worry about that."

Mark took a deep breath. He still thought this was a bad idea. How was he even going to broach the subject to someone so shy and innocent? There had been other shy girls, though, he reminded himself - and look how they turned out. Now they were spreading their pussies for money on a daily basis.

"Stacy and I wanted to talk to you about...something," Mark said. "About the senior girls and things they do."

He looked to Stacy for support, but she only gave him a "You can do this" expression.

He went on: "We're talking about...well, the seniors at Samoset Private School do more than study. They're all part of a small business. You, in fact, are the only senior who isn't a part of the business. You're sort of...uh...naive, so I don't know if you've even heard about it. But we both wanted to give you the option of joining. We don't want you to be left out."

Meiko looked confused. She was adorable when she was confused, Mark noticed. Her next question, naturally, was in regards to what sort of business they ran.

Mark stammered over the words, trying to find an easy way to break it to her. But apparently Stacy had less patience, or less tact, or both, because she said outright: "We're escorts, Meiko."

 

[Fiana]

She frowned as she listened to all he said, wiping her eyes. Slowly the information entered her mind. "Escorts... you mean like a host club back home?" she asked, not quite understanding. A host club for her, was where men would entertain the women, or women would entertain the men, without any anything sexual going on.

She looked between the cheerleader and the teacher, the connection not happening. And she hadn't heard of the business... but how could she be the only senior girl not a part of it? She wasn't even sure it was real. It was all a joke, right? Right? She felt her body warm up, confusion and embarrassment flooding her face. "But... we aren't back home..." she said, trying to piece it together.

She had heard about es- oh. That.

Her eyes widened as she finally figured it out, taking a step back, shaking her head. There was no way! She never had sex yet! She couldn't do it with strangers! Hell, she couldn't do it with someone she knew! Meiko put on hand on her mouth and one on her chest, while taking another step back. She shook her head once more. Not her.

"I..." she looked to be near tears again.

She took another step back and hit the bookcase under the window. She looked back at Stacy then at that the teacher, not sure who to talk too. "Escort..." she started again, biting her lip. "What...me... escort?" Clearly Meiko was trying to get across she never realized such a thing happened at this school and she had never done and probably wasn't suited to be one.

 

[Twilight10]

Mark felt a slight twinge of pity for Meiko. Here she was in a situation of which she had never dreamed. Her face flashed through the emotions one usually associates with registering a loved one's death: denial, anger, and - finally - acceptance.

When Meiko started to stammer and looked to him for desperate support, Mark tried not to laugh. He needed to be serious. This was something he needed to help the girl seriously adjust and cope with. After all, he didn't want to scare her away - he wanted that pussy too much.

"We're very serious," he said calmly. "We need you to understand that this is not some kind of practical joke. You're not on hidden camera. This is a very real situation. Every single senior girl in the school is an escort. A whore."

"And we love it!" Stacy added. To Mark's - and Meiko's - shock, Stacy leaned back a little on the desk, spread her legs, and pulled her red panties aside, flashing her bare pink cunt to Meiko. "That's why we have so much fun at this school, Meik. We love showing off our little pussies. Don't you? Don't you think that'd be fun?"

Mark was worried that Stacy had gone too far. He had warned her not to do anything too drastic with this girl. So he said the most logical thing he could think of to ease Meiko's shock: "And the money is more amazing than you could ever, ever imagine."

 

[Fiana]

Meiko gave Stacty a look of 'what the hell' before she turned to Mark, shaking her head. She came from a family of old tradition- man was head of the house, the woman served the man... her husband. She would've moved back more, but the bookcase hindered that. So, she sort of crab walked sideways. "Sell... money... sex..." she said trying to think this over.

"No."

That was her final answer. No way would she do such a thing. It was then, the shy submissive woman got a backbone (for once). "Why would I sell myself for money? Sex is not something I would like to buy or sell, in this or any life time. It should be maintained between man and woman- not a business! On the subject of my name, it's Meiko! Not Meiko, not Ko, not Mei, just Meiko!" This of course, was her upbringing talking. She stamped her foot down, her small face turning pink with anger, her eyes still holding fear. "I won't tell on you, because that's really none of my business whether or not you want to fuck around with anyone."

It was then, she bowed apologizing for her outbrust. "Ai, I'm sorry for expressing anger," she said, closing her eyes. "But I don't take back what I mean." She stood straight, but then realized it was two against one. That wasn't very good odds, and she wasn't good at Kempo, Kung Fu or any other fighting style. Still, she knew how to run like hell.

Unfortunately, the door was on the other side of the room. It hindered that plan greatly. And she didn't want to leave her stuff there. They might try to kill her in the middle of the night... or do worse. She really didn't want to imagine the latter. She heard that... these sort of people were craze fiends. She didn't want to be a fiend. She wanted to live a long and happy wife with a happy husband of her choosing.

Really, she didn't mind becoming a housewife.

Her family trained her for that for most of her life. Well, mother did anyway. Her father taught her how to have a brain. Think of her self and laugh out of any situation. And besides, she didn't need money... she lived modestly with her family. That was enough for her. She thought so at least.

"I... I don't think I'm suited for this sort of thing, Mr. Foster," she said softly. "I will not subject myself into becoming another dollar sign in your eyes. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to be heading home to my 'family'. They will be expecting me soon."

Ah yes, she lived with the family who had exchanged their daugther for her. The family had easily accepted her and helped her adjust to life here. She did her best not to disappoint them. She grabbed her things and started to walk to the door, realizing that the teacher was in her way, not completley, but enough that she didn't want to be in arm's reach of him. "Move please." She only looked straight ahead, not meeting anyone's eyes.

 

[Twilight10]

As Meiko made to move from the room, Stacy seemed so utterly convinced that the girl would eventually stay that she didn't even stop massaging her pussy. She kept rubbing it and moaning softly as she looked at her teacher.

Mark, on the other hand, was a bit worried. Yes, he had an ace up his sleeve, but he didn't particularly want to use it. Meiko was just so...nice. And after all, what difference did it mean to him whether she was one of his escorts or not? She had already stated that she wouldn't rat them out. Was this just his pride speaking? Did he really want this just because she was the only girl left in the senior class who wasn't one of his whores?

The answer, if he was being honest with himself, was yes.

So he took that ace right out of his sleeve. Mark held up a sheet of paper, a computer printout. "Meiko, one more thing," he said as the shy Japanese girl made for the door. "You might be interested to see this. It involves your father."

The girl turned so fast that he thought she would throw her neck out of alignment. He handed her the paper, which read: "IOU - Pinewood Casino. To: Benjamin Knight. From: Max Brennan. Amount: $40,000."

"It seems that your father has been incurring some gambling debts - isn't that right, Meiko?" Mark asked gently. "I know it's not something you would ever talk about, your dad having a gambling problem, but it's crippling your entire family, isn't it?"

Mark moved closer to Meiko and spoke even more softly: "What if I said I can make it go away?"

 

[Fiana]

Meiko completely ignored Stacy, not finding what the female was doing was attractive. Then again, the young girl did not have a sex drive. She didn’t see how that would be any good toward the human body. And to do it in front of people, who wasn’t your husband was… well, in her people’s eyes, dishonor and one would be kicked out of the family.

She tried to move him but she wasn’t physically strong. Yet the young Asian would put up a fight if she needed too. Tooth and nail. Or well, if truth be told, kick ass ninja moves. She took a deep breath but nearly lost it as she opened the door.

"You might be interested to see this. It involves your father."

She turned in what seemed like a split second. Meiko held her breath as she read the fax. No. How did he get a hold of this?! They were still paying for it after some man stole her father’s credit card. Her hand shook violently, her eyes tearing up. Even though the police caught the guy, they were still forced to pay back the debt. Obviously, the man couldn’t.

She took a step back, her eyes cold and hard. One of her hands turned into a tight fist. “You…” her body was shaking with angry. When he moved closer, she could hear him whisper in her ear… the words that enabled her to have the momentary strength to show him what exactly she thought of him.

“What if I said I can make it go away?”

Her fist went flying as her knee went up, hoping that they would be able to hit sensitive parts. One of was to the neck, the other to the groin area. Meiko knew she made contact with the neck, but due to the height, she more like hit his inner thigh. “You jackass,” she muttered in his ear. But she knew she was defeated. The young eighteen year old would do anything to protect her family.

Meiko closed her eyes, holding back the spit that wanted to leave his face. “You may have won this round,” she whispered in his ear. “But I will make you regret you set your eyes on me.” She’d do it, if only to clear her father’s debt. Only… she had no idea how to have sex… or even the theories of it. Her mother always said her husband would teach her.
… yeah, even to her it sounded stupid.

Asking her father was no good as he would blush and say he wasn’t ready for that talk. Her mother was no better, saying it was the job of the husband. She didn’t even think of asking her younger siblings. No doubt they would just laugh at her.