Your a what!? (closed)

Necairus

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(my previous one got deleted (stupid computer)... so her goes #2)

Andrew stared at the black board... he believed that he could navigate the entire world and find his house, without a map, while inside a Hot air balloon better than he could understand this class. This class is arithmetic, to be more exact, Calc2. Barely able to pass Calc1, what made him think he could do calc2 he didnt know. He needed 2 full credits of math while here.

The class ended, and Andrew stared at the blackboard. Formulas and graphs scattered and took up the whole board, He apparently stared for a bit too long because he couldn't hear the professor talking to him. "Oh yes sir? sorry."

The professor looked at him, "Mr. Gavin you need help understanding this, i am free on Thursdays" Though today was Monday, Drew never asked for help from anyone believed he could do it himself. Well, maybe not this..

"No thanks sir." He said, as he slowly got up. "I'll figure something out to fix it." He added trying to sound reassuring

The professor shrugged, "I cant force you to do anything, but with your grades falling fast you need to do something about it." He left the room at that.

The silence of the room finally made Andrew get up and leave the room. Sighing, and he went out and wandered the halls. He tried to figure out what he was going to do with his grade, when he heard Matt.

Matt was one, if not the only friend he had on campus, he walked over to Andrew and asked "why so bummed?"

Andrew told him what was the problem, and then added at the end "I might just suck it up and buy a tutor."

Matt smiled and said "Well, i found a good math tutor last year, the organization might do wonders with your life. If your still interested, you can text me tonight and i will give you the number."

Before andrew could ask what Matt meant about his life becoming better once he understood calc2, Matt was called off and left Andrew a bit confused.

Andrew walked more, and wound up going back to his dorm room. He shared the apartment with 3 other kids, but he had his own room. Setting his stuff down and shutting/locking the door he sat down.

Getting some things done, he finally looked over his calc2 information. Reading and looking in the book as well as a 'Calc2 for dummies' he just couldnt understand it. Looking for more than 45 minutes, he finally leaned back and got his phone. Typing out his message to Matt asking for the number.

Matt was inside his dorm, he looked at his phone. Answered Andrew's text, with additional 'they are open 24/7'. Going back to blowing people's heads off in halo.

Drew received the text and looked it over, looking at the time 8:38. Sighing he mustered up some courage, he called the number.

A recorded message came on: "Thank you for calling, an operator will be with you soon." Andrew waited, watching TV.

After about 5 minutes, "Hello, sorry for the wait. I am Hailey, how can we serve you?" Drew could swear she would do anything he asked...

Finally speaking "Hi, i need a math tutor, could we set up something for tomorrow?"

"Yes of course sir. Tomorrow..." looking at her computer, "How about Noon?" she asked, "It will be $100 then more for... extra."

'huh? extra?' he thought, "$100 you gotta be kidding!" Andrew said, "You better be damn good for that."

"Oh we are purrrfect." she said, "If you are unsatisfied by our service, you can get a refund. But i, and our references have had an unbelievable time."

"yeah yeah," he said calming down a bit. "Sure, noon works. At New Hampshire university's Cafeteria. Does that work?"

"oh my, you are an interesting boy. Yeah, she will be there. She will be wearing a red fairy hairpin in her hair. you wont miss her." she said.

"Ok." he said and they both hung up. Drew watched TV for a bit, then decided to go to sleep.

Waking up, looking at the clock 11:36. 'crap!' he thought. Getting some clothes he ran to the shower. Washing his... skinny body, His eyes were green, hair is a dirty blond. His short beard was a weird shade of red. From sitting in front of the computer for most of his life, he wasn't too muscular.

Dressing in jean pants with the first clean shirt he found. Running out of the apartment with his books he practically ran to the cafeteria. Getting there at 11:55, he scanned around. breathing heavily, he found a seat against the wall.

As he sat down and got his books out, he saw the red fairy before he saw her.
 
"He said noon at the NHU cafeteria. I told him to look for the red fairy hairpin. Get this, though. He was asking for a math tutor, so be prepared. I think he's a little freaky."

"Sounds like it. Thanks for the warning, Hailey, I'll check in later." Sonia snapped her phone shut and looked at the clock. She had an hour to get ready, and then she'd have to catch a cab up to campus. She opened her closet and tried to think what the young man would want.

Sonia was 20 years old, but she had left home years before and been on her own ever since. She had tried to make ends meet doing legitimate work, but there weren't many jobs available, and people weren't giving them to high school drop-outs or run-aways. So she had fallen back on what was available, and started working as a stripper and then as an escort. She did well, at 5'7" and 130 pounds with DD breasts she was a lot of guy's dream, and she kept her hair dark ,letting it contrast with her pale skin, which made her stand out a bit from all hte tanned blondes that seemed to fill the scene.

Sonia had been to the college once before, to dance at a frat party, and she had been surprised. For all the talk about the importance of education, the guys she had seen there were no different than any other guys. They started off horny, and the more they drank, the dumber and more belligerent they got. She had walked away with a decent take, but was unimpressed with what she had seen of the students there.

Still, she was interested to meet this new guy. She had done a few roleplays for clients, but she had never had anyone ask her to meet them in public for one, so she was a little uncertain how to approach it. There were basics, or course, like a lacy black pushup bra nd g string, with a garter belt and stockings and the highest heels she could manage, but beyond that, she decided to play it a bit more cautious than usual. The kid might be trying to show off, and if she looked too obviously like a pro, it might wreck it for him. So she wore a pleated black skirt that reached the tops of her stockings, just flashing the tiniest glimpse pf pale thigh when she walked. She wore a lowcut, sheer white blouse but put on a grey blazer over it. With her long dark hair up in a bun, and her stage glasses perched on her nose, she thought she looked the part. At least, she didn't look entirely like an escort.

She got out of the cab on campus and made her way to the cafeteria. The red fairy hairpin was in her hair and she felt eyes on her. She definitely did not fit in, but it was too late for her to go back now. Besides, surely the client didn't want a girl in sweatpants and sneakers.

Getting into the cafeteria turned out to be a small problem, since she didn't have a student ID or a visitor pass, but when she explained that she was a math tutor here to meet a student, they let her through. She suspected it had more to do with the line that was building up behind her than anything else, but she was in, and that was the main thing. Now she just needed for him to spot her, so she went and stood as much in the center of things as possible and scanned the room.
 
Being it Tuesday and at noon, the cafeteria was packed with people. 'damn should have suggested somewhere less crowded' he bit his lip for doubting so soon. He looked around, still lightly sweating. Sighing and hen looked into his book, 'calc2 for dummies'.

After reading a formula, and it's applications, he looked up and got the look of the hairpin. Then he looked down her body, 'huh? This brunette is my tutor?'. getting up, he left his stuff there. Walking up to her, "hey, you looking for a student?". 'that sounded cheesy' he thought.

Reachig his hand out, "Uhhh guess I am Andrew. I called last night asking for a tutor..., would you like something to eat before we start?" he said blushing a little. Unknowingly he grabbed the wrong shirt for this occasion, a shirt Matt got him, a 'shocker' shirt, with the finger animation.

She was a little revealing, and everyone seemed to be watching them. Andrew's heart was beating 50mph and his mouth was dry. Hoping she would say yes to his suggestion since he didn't eat dinner or breakfast.
 
"Sure," she said, smiling at him sweetly. The first thing she had learned about men was that they had to be put at ease, and as long as she went along with what he wanted, there shouldn't be a problem. Until she got a better read on him, she would let him direct his fantasy. "Something to eat would be great."

She was a bit surprised, really. On the one hand, he was wearing a crude t-shirt that made her think he was a typical, horny meat-head who would want to get it on and go on with his day as quick as possible. On the other hand, he had this tutoring fantasy, and he seemed nervous and sort of shy, in a sweet way.

She let him lead her through the line, grabbing a slice of melon and a banana, and then following him back to his table. She asked him mindless questions about his hobbies and how he liked school, trying to get a read on him. As they sat down, it struck her what was strange. Other guys who wanted to roleplay always knew they were going to get what they wanted. They hit on her as soon as they saw her and things went from there. This guy was actually treating her like a normal woman, and she couldn't help smiling at it.
 
Andrew brought her to the line, she picked a bit of fruit which made him think to get an apple and a knife. Barely talking with her in line, he answered her questions while only asking 'how about you' after he answered. His hobbies were playing on the computer. 'wow I am sooo lame' he thought. Blushing 'why aren't I cooler?' he thought.

Finally paying the small amount, they headed to their table. Taking about school, he said how much more fun it was, how much better it was than highschool, and how hard the work was compared. "what college do you go to? And are you majoring something in math?" he asked innocently. Blushing, but a bit more more confident.

Silence as they reached the table. His books didn't move, he sat down with her across from him. "So, my problem is calc2, hrm probably should have mentioned that on the phone..." he said looking down, 'what if I assumed too much?' doubt set in and showed on his face.

Cutting some of his apple he tried to hand her a piece, then cut his own piece to have. Seeing her smile, he couldn't help but smirk, "what's so funny? Did I presume too much?" he said hoping that he didn't screw up too much.
 
As he talked about himself she smiled. He was definitely different from the usual guys that hired her. The way he talked about school and computers and games, she'd never had guessed in a million years that he would be the sort of guy to hire her services. He seemed almost like an old-fashioned gentleman.

She was still trying to figure it all out when his questions started getting a little odd. Where did she go to college? She named another, small college in the area, and shook her head, "I'm not a math major, but I think I can help you with your problem." She winked when she said it.

When she sat down, he even offered her a piece of his apple. She took it and popped it in her mouth, and then began to slowly peel the banana. She didn't want to go too over the top in the cafeteria, at least not until she had a better fix on what the boy's fantasy was exactly, but she made a little sensual show of sliding it into her mouth before she took a bite, and then winked.

It when he opened the book that she started to worry. She had thought they were there just as some kind of prop, but he was pointing to a problem in it. If he said it was math, she was ready to believe him, but she didn't know what half the symbols on the page meant. She leaned over to look at it, doing her very best to make sure he got a good look at the cleavage she displayed.

"Oh no," she said. "You don't presume too much at all. But do you think maybe it would be better to continue our 'lesson' at your home, where we could get comfortable?"
 
"Oh that college was my..." Andrew ended it, he was going to say 'back up college' but he didn't want to be rude to her. He just kinda blushed and hoped the conversation went on without his interruption.

'there it was again, matt practically said the same thing. but I can still help you with your problem... How would passing this math help me in the bigger picture!?' he thought but moved on because it might have just been a coincidence.

Andrew was finding a page number in his math book when Sonia peeled the banana. He found it then looked up to say something, but bit his tongue when he saw her sticking most of it into her mouth. His mouth agape, he quickly shut it. He saw a strand of the banana land in her cleavage, but looked away as soon as he noticed. 'gentleman my ass.' he thought.

"uhhhh yeah, yeah." Andrew answered to her suggestion... "we could go to the library, we could find more books, if we needed" he counter-suggested. His room was a huge mess, and he wouldn't want to bring a girl there.

They got up and grabbed his books, throwing their trash out. They left the room, Andrew wasn't completely oblivious to some of he looks they were getting, he blushed a little. Outside in the fresh air they headed over to the library.

On the way they chatted, he asked her about her hobbies and what she wanted to with her life. He asked how she liked college, and if she was thinking of transferring.

They reached the library, they went to one of the extra rooms. He set down his books, he motioned to one of the seats for her to sit. Looking around the book case, grabbed a book and set it down. It was a second math book that he already had. He handed it to Sonia after opening it to the right page, and sat down across from her.
 
She smiled and went with him to the library, trying to stay in character, but as they walked, she couldn't help thinking he wasn't acting like any customer that she had ever had. He was asking her about her plans for the future and her school as if she really was a student. And the way he talked about math, it was almost as if he expected her to actually know what he was talking about. She did her best to answer him as naturally as possible, telling him a fairy tale about wanting a family and a normal home.

He brought her into a small study room that had a few chairs and a table in it. Armed with a pile of books now, he sat down opposite her. He was looking at her expectantly, but it was what he seemed to expect that was throwing her. She smiled at him, and closed the blind on the rooms window. Maybe getting caught was his kink. It was risky, because the agency was strict about girls who did things that would bring the cops down, but she didn't think the police would be involved with something on campus.

She unbuttoned her blazer and hung it over the back of her chair. The black lace of her bra showed clearly through her sheer white blouse, and she sat on the table, crossing her legs so a sliver of her bare white thigh showed between the top of her stocking and her skirt.

"Why don't we get to the basics," she said. "Let's start with what you do know."
 
"that seems like a nice dream normality is so rare these days." he told her, smiling. "haha got anyone to help you with the 'making a family' part" he asked with a joking smile.

He watched her walk across the small room to shut the blinds, leaning back he was a bit confused but went along with it. She sat on the table close to him and asked to start at the begining. 'hrm the begining... Makes sense'.

He opened the book to a page, "ok my confusion started here." he read the line out loud. Not looking up, he looked at the problem in the example. He looked at it and read it out loud to her.

Keeping his head down he couldn't see her face. He notice her move to the seat Ned to him. He kept reading out loud to her, and looked up once and a while to explain the thought process. Before he noticed he was doing all the talking, and was just explaining the problem and the right way to do it.

Blushing after the realization of his talkativeness, Andrew's mouth was dry. Asking "would you want a drink?" he asks about to get up, he needed a little break too. "all of this is strangely making sense." 'Matt was right when he said that they were really good' Drew thought. If he looked at his watch it would say 1:27. He has been with her for an hour and a half and she got him to 2 years of confusion.

Comming back with two waters, he handed one to her, and set his down. Looking around the room he looked through some of the books, still strangely amazed.

He turned to her, "I am not boring you too much am I?" he said feeling that the question was late coming. "sorry, I have been doing all the talking... Though it seems I just needed to talk it out." sighing. Sitting back down he took a drink of his water.
 
She was used to letting her mind wander while men did their thing, but this was a completely new fetish. She'd never even heard of a guy who got off talking about math. When he looked up from his books and started talking to her again, she had to shake her head to clear her thoughts and bring herself back to the room.

She gave him a soft smile and shook her head. She was definitely confused, but she wouldn't have told him that either. For an hour, he had talked about vectors and derivatives and other gibberish. She had no idea what he was talking about, and he didn't even seem to notice she was there. It wasn't the first time a guy had wanted to talk to her before fooling around, but none of them had ever so completely ignored her before.

"Of course I'm not bored, honey," she said, reaching down to stroke his cheek.
 
Blushing at her touh, he didnt want it to stop but he moved slightly away, He knew she was lying but didn know how to approach her about it... He knew he could finish the work by himself now, and didn't need the math tutor's help.

"Thank you for the help..." he said after a few seconds, "I know it might not have seemed like much but you might have saved my ass in that class. Now with the help you gave today I might be able to pass." he said genuinely. It seemed like some weight lifted off his shoulders, "I bet you haven't gotten a C in your life" he said joking, "Oh and do I pay you for the lessons or write a check for the company?"

Leaning back and looking her up and down thinking, "So what do you planned to do after this little job here?" he said unknowingly demeaning him as just a 'job'. "you couldn't have wanted to spend it all cooped up in a quite library, especially dressed like that..." he said while quickly backpedaling, "not that it doesn't look perfect on you. You look amazing, just a bit more..." he tried to think of the right word.. A word that didn't hurt her. "loose and sexy, for helping a helpless nerd." he smiled at the end trying to make it as light as possible.
 
She laughed.
"Well, I didn't always do so well in school," she said. He didn't need to know that she had never been to college, but it was strange that he seemed to think that she had really done anything. All she had done was sit there while he had figured it out. Of course, it could all be him playing out his fantasy, but he really seemed genuine to her.

For just a moment, she wondered if maybe he really thought she was a tutor, but that didn't make any sense. He had called the agency and set up an appointment for an escort, he had known about the red fairy hairpin. She smiled when he asked about payment. Most first time customers forgot, and Hailey never went over it with them carefully enough. This boy was definitely not used to this, she thought, he might even be a virgin.

"We like cash," she said. "The appointment is a hundred dollars, and beyond that...." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "...the size of the gift depends on the services received. Now if you got what you wanted, we can settle up and I'll be on my way."

She leaned forward, her breasts swaying and her lowcut blouse showing more cleavage than he had probably ever seen. She rested a hand on his thigh and whispered softly. "Or if there's anything else you're interested in, you don't have to be shy. I won't say no."
 
"yeah I think I understand everything in the book, or will now. Do you want to do anything else?" I ask not sure what she meant.

He watched the sway of her DD boobs, he then felt her hand on his thigh. Backing up, falling back in his chair he lightly rolls. "whoah what do you mean?" he asked. "not that I am ungrateful with what you might be insinuating, but you could get anyone else. You don't need to try and have sex with me to get a good tip. You being you is tip well deserved." Andrew says blushing full on. "Here"

Drew gets up reaching into his pocket, then into his other pocket. "where the hell?" He say to no one. Looking around, "damn I left the money in my dorm room." Blushing again.

"you could join me or I can run there and then back." Andrew suggests. Almost hating himself. Walking to the door he walked out with or without her. Leaving the room, he shook his head in stupidity. Wishing she would join him... He wanted to continue talking to her.
 
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"Of course I'll come with you," she said smiling and putting her blazer back on. She wasn't sure if he was coming around to it now, or if the money in the room was just a weak attempt to ditch without paying, but she wasn't going to let him out of her sight until he had paid. That was as elementary as 1+1. "But remember, I'm here for you. I should be asking you, is there anything else you want to do?"
 
Smiling at her 'gung ho' like attitude, not even thinking that he would ditch her there. Grabbing his things he went out and gave the key back to the librarian. They left the library in some silence.

"what do you mean by, 'anything else I need.' is there anything else you want to teach me or part of the lesson?" he asked when the left the library. He headed towards his dorm.

Looking away trying to be non-chilant about it... "do you like me or something?" he asked allow blushing, "you probably have 3 boy friends all giving you everything you need and more!" he said a by too excited, his blush getting deeper. "I mean, it's just the way you were acting, the... Banana, the outfit, and stroking my face and leg..." he blushed more (if it was even possible).

Reachig the dorm room apartments, he flashed his student ID and said that the girl was with him. Shrugging off some of their heckling they proceeded without much trouble. Getting to the elevator he pressed '4' for his floor. 'damn not high enough to jump off' he thought, wondering how embarrassed he would be if his roomates were home.

Getting to his apartment, "Its probably a mess. It was when I left. I usually just stay in my room." Andrew admitted. "dont mine my room's mess..." he said a little tentatively.

Opening the door the main room was a bit of a mess, dishes in the sink, cups around, beer pong table in the middle of the floor... He blushed and quickly moved both of them to his room.

Opening the door, the room was really clean. The only dirty parts were his bed wasn't made, though clean sheets, and there was 1 open soda can on his computer chair. Andrew walked over quickly to the table and threw it out.

Sonia saw the $100 dollars before Andrew did, he was more focused on his dirty room. The money was sitting on his night stand next to his watch, keys, wallet... It seemed he didn't mean to forget it but completely forgot all his stuff.
 
She let herself smile a little. At least he had noticed her flirtation. It wasn't like she had been being particularly subtle, but it left her wondering why hadn't he responded? Was there something else he was waiting for, or was she not his type? She thought she was pretty good at reading guys by now. It was sort of a requirement of the job, and the way he was acting didn't make any sense. She would have bet anything that he wanted her, but he was acting like she was out of reach. He wasn't acting like a guy roleplaying with an escort who knew she wouldn't say no. He was acting like a guy who really thought he didn't have a shot.

"I could probably teach you a lot," she said, winking. She saw the money on the nightstand, right where any other guy would leave it. So maybe he wasn't quite as clueless as he seemed. "Why wouldn't I like you? You're a sweet, smart guy."

When he asked about boyfriends, she slipped. It was his fault, for acting like she was some kind of normal girl for too long. She knew better, but for a moment she had relaxed and let her guard down, and when he asked, she answered. "Well, not really. Most guys freak out when they find out what I do."

It was her turn to blush, as soon as she said it, and the way he looked at her made her blush even harder. He was looking at her with respect, as if he had no idea what she meant. She sat down on the bed, looking up at him. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I shouldn't have said that."
 
Chucking when she sai she could teach Andrew alot... "I bet you could teach me a lot" he said smiling. Wondering 'what she would want to teach him next, or what he could teach her... Could he teach her anything?' looking down he felt a bit ashamed. Putting his books down, "I dunno, I am a bit unworldly" he said still not looking away from her.

Turning when she answered his question about guys. Drew sat down next to Sonia, lightly rubbing her back, "no, no, no. There is nothing wrong with that... Most guys feel intimidate with a girl smarter, brighter, and more clever than they would be. They don't like women being able to stand on their own without their help." he said trying to help her. "That shouldn't matter though... There's much more important things than 'who is better' or 'who makes more'. It's more important to know coming home to someone you love, and want to love the rest of your life."

Sighing and blushing a bit, he looked at her. Looking at her face, the way her nose curves, the cut of her chin, the soft peach color of her lips... He had to look away, "You said you wanted a normal family... With kids and a steady job, if the guy can't realize that you are going to be smart at this age, how are they going to like it when you keep getting smarter and probably get a better job than them." he said blushing a bit, he knew he was right and knew that this girl could make something of herself.

"cheesy I know..." he finished looking away and blushing.
 
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She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, and she couldn't stop the blush from spreading over her face. She had been called a lot of things in her life, but smart had never been one of them. Either he was the world's greatest bullshitter, or somehow, the wires had gotten crossed. She looked around the room again, and then at him. If it was a character he was playing, it was too perfect. He was pure geek, and she just couldn't imagine him putting on that elaborate a performance with her. In fact, nothing he had done the whole time she had been with him suggested that he thought she was anything but a math tutor.

"Andrew," she said, looking down. "I think there's been some sort of mistake. You seem like a really nice guy, but . . . ." She trailed off. It wasn't that she was ashamed of what she did. She did what she had to, and she knew what people thought of it, but never before had she actually had to come out and tell someone. The way he looked at her made it even harder. He admired her, he thought she was a good, smart, normal girl. Maybe he even thought of dating her like normal people did, and when she told him, she knew what he would think.

"Andrew, I'm not sure what you think," she said. "You know that I'm not really a math tutor, don't you?"
 
"Andrew," she said, looking down. "I think there's been some sort of mistake. You seem like a really nice guy, but . . . Andrew has heard this line... He was always the 'nice guy' dammit!... He already assumed What she was going to finish that sentence. So while she looked around the room he looked for the money with his eyes, he was going to make it easy for her. She didn't need to say another word.

He stood up as she confessed that she wasn't a math tutor. "I don't care what you are!" he sniped back. "didn't you hear me? It's the feelings between te people that matters more." he said preaching again. "But you don't need to say anything, I get it, Here."

Going to the money he reached into the wallet and pulled out an extra $50. Blushing a little he gave it to her along with the $100 surcharge. "I am always stuck in friend zone," he muttered to her, then saying "I am not taking it back, you earned it in my eyes." he said.

Finally he turned around a bit ashamed that he would even think that she liked him. It always turned this way. He has had girlfriends before, but they always ended it saying that he was a nice guy. 'Nice guys do finish last' he thought, 'maybe I need to be more aggressive, maybe next time...'.

Trying to look at anything but her, he couldnt last too long. He glanced back at her, still fascinated by her body. His cock was semi erect and quite noticeable in his pants. Andrew wondered how her lips tasted, and how if he attacked her now, he would lose her respect for him, but he would finally grow some balls... He didn't know what to do, but he had to decide quickly.

Breathing in, he wasn't paying attention to Sonia. She was caught mid sentence by Andrew leaning in and kissed her lips. Lightly at first, then he opened his mouth and lightly pushed her onto the bed. Releasing the kiss by biting her bottom lip and pulling it with him til eventually he let go.

Andrew wasn't a bad kisser, he was actually a good one. Only thing from making him great was practice and to actually do it. "Uhhh so you were saying?" he asked a little blushed, surprised he didn't apologize.
 
She shook her head, trying to figure out what had happened. He had exploded in anger at her for trying to explain things to him. He acted like she had insulted him by saying he was nice. It was like he was having a fight that had nothing to do with her, and all she could do was stare at him, trying to figure out what she had said to piss him off. Of course it wasn't her. It was all the other girls that he was angry with, but that didn't make it right for him to take it out on her. Hadn't she offered him whatever he wanted?

Except she hadn't, exactly. Not in so many words, because she had thought he knew what she was. She tried to think of what she had said, but it didn't really matter. Whatever words she had used, he hadn't understood. He was talking about feelings as if she could allow herself to feel anything. And then, in the middle of shouting at her, he stopped and paid her. She looked at the money in her hand and sighed. She definitely had not earned it, at least not in the way she was used to, but she wasn't going to say no. Just as she slipped it into the pocket of her jacket, he kissed her.

Then he pushed her down on the bed, still kissing her. She felt herself starting to panic. Had this all been some weird lead up to some kind of attack? That seemed wrong, but the whole thing was wrong. She was from the street. She knew violent men, and he wasn't one of them.

As small as she was, she could take care of herself. She had learned to be tough, learned how to fight against people a hell of a lot bigger and harder than Andrew, but she didn't want to fight him, she just wanted to figure out how the hell he had ended up thinking she was a math tutor. She poked under his chin with a finger, pushing against the soft flesh there and forcing his had up. He was still laying half over her, but at least she could talk.

"Hold your fucking horses," she snapped, glaring at him. She saw him wince, hurt by her tone more than her finger, and she knew. He had no clue. He was just a lonely guy trying to hook up with a girl. If she had been the girl he thought she was, it would have been wonderful.

"I'm not what you think," she said. She reached under him to take a card from her jacket pocket. It had a picture of her lips, painted dark red and pouting. On the reverse, red lettering read Sonia: Sweethearts Escorts: For the discerning gentleman. Companionship, roleplay, let me make your fantasy come true. There was an email address, and the phone number he had called. She held it in front of his nose. "I'm not a math tutor. I'm not smart. I don't go to college, I dropped out of high school. Whatever you learned today you figured out for yourself. I'm just an escort, Andrew. I fuck. That's my job. I don't know how you got the number, or why you thought I was a tutor, but I'm not. I'm just a whore."

She felt her throat tightening as she spoke, and when she finished, she squirmed out from under him and stood up. She was not going to start crying. Even if there was a part of her that wanted to be the girl he thought she was. Who wanted a nice, decent guy who would care about her, she knew better than to hope. She threw the card on the nightstand, and the extra fifty dollars.

"I have to give the agency a hundred," she said. She could hear her voice shaking, and tried to get herself back together. She couldn't let herself have feelings. "But I didn't earn anything else. I'm sorry this happened."
 
Andrew thought the kissing was enjoyable, maybe a bit one sided but he didn't care too much. He felt a sharp jab under his chin and his whole head instinctively moved off of her head.

She reached underneath everything and produced what was a business card. Taking it from her he sat up, reading it. "But!" Andrew said almost defending her, he didn't know what to believe anymore. What did he know about her, could he have taken any of her words to heart. He wanted to tell her 'he didn't believe her, to tell her it was going to be all ok.'. Wanted to tell her much more than that too, wanted to figure her out, learn the truth...

His mouth agape, he was trying to form words but all he got was "damn that Matt!" the voice should have been anger, but it was more of a realization. He couldn't stop thinking about what was going on, he looked at her, she was about to leave while almost on the verge of crying... Andrew needed to do something, and do it quickly, and it had to be the right thing.

He wasn't quite so sure right now but he got up, walked over to her, and quietly and softly wrapped his arms around her. Moving to the front side of her body, he leaned down a bit and tried to be comforting more than anything. "It's not your fault... It's ok, I messed up, I got duped by a friend. It oddly makes sense now." he released the hug a bit scared of the repercussion of it.

Standing there he looked down into her eyes, looking through the fake glasses he saw the sadness in her eyes. "If you want to go it's ok, I will call the cab and pay for everything. I just want to make sure you are ok. And for you to know I am sorry, and that I meant every word I told you. You can and probably will be great, not as an escort but anything else." he still couldnt believe it...

He didn't want her to leave him yet, he wanted her to stay and talk for a bit... But couldn't bring himself to fully say that he wanted her.
 
She was familiar with the look on his face. It was a little hurt, a little shocked, a little confused. It was the one that said he wasn't sure if he could stand knowing what she had told him. If there was any doubt in her mind that he despised what she did, it was gone now. A moment ago he had pushed her down on the bed, kissing her, ready to fuck her senseless if she gave the green light, and now he was looking at her like she had stolen something from him.

In a way, maybe she had. He had hoped for something, and she had crushed it. She gave herself a wry smile, knowing that she should have gone ahead with it and then made him pay for it, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. When he hugged her and started giving her a pep talk, she hugged him back, gently, but stepped away when he let go.

"It's OK, Andrew," she said. "I'm OK. You don't have to pay for a cab or anything. I'll be fine. Thank you."

She reached up and softly caressed his cheek. "I don't know how you got this idea that being nice is a bad thing. It's not, and trust me, I know what bad guys are like. If the girls at this school can't see what a good man you are, then they don't deserve you. You'll find someone who sees what an amazing guy you are. I mean, someone who's your type."

As she spoke, she realized that what she was saying was true. He was a good man. Yes, he was put off by what she had told him, but he had thought she was a nice college girl. And instead of freaking out and getting rough or even screaming at her, he had hugged her. She smiled at him. "It's all good. Tell your friend he's a real asshole for me, though, ok?"
 
Nodding to her proposal to not need to be pay the cab. She was a nice girl, and he knew she was... Or was it only to him? Did he get her at a sweet spot? He wasn't sure, though he also didn't know if he really cared... Yet anyway.

Listening to her pep talk was... Cute. Made him think there might have been some sort of influence he had on her. He smiled at her, not a creepy smile but a 'I might be able to believe you' smile (if smiles could speak).

"What if my type... Isn't normal." he said thinking about it a second. "what if my type is bad girls, and helping them find themselves?" he said making it seem all hypothetical. He looked into her eyes, she wasn't dumb and he knew it. "what if I am happy this unfortunate occurrence happened so I could meet you?" he said still hypotheticals.

"even if I don't really know you on a personal level... But I am willing to try." Andrew said hopeful. He was pretty sure he was going to get a no out of her, but he might have well tried.

"Most girls want to get fucked... Not 'made love to'... And they know, hell I even know that bad boys do that." he mumbling, he wasn't sure where he was going with that. He added "I can fuck too." he muttered a little quieter looking down.

Andrew didn't know why he was opening up more to this whore than he could anyone else. "I am sorry, you don't need to hear about my misfortunes. You... *pausing to not be offending * Have it worse than I do..." he said blushing sitting down on his bed again. His mind was everywhere, he wanted to focus... On her, but she didn't let him. Looking up to her, he stood back up, "I bet I am keeping you from another appointment."

"I'll walk you outside and entertain you til you get picked up." he said kinda stern, he wasn't going to accept a 'no' with this bit. He wasn't going to have her leave him in the room like all her normal customers, he was better than that. "or I could drive you, if your interested" he ended as a suggestion.
 
She shrugged as he followed her out. Normally, she tried to leave her clients as cleanly as possible, just in case, but Andrew seemed like a good guy. If they had met under different circumstances, who knows what would have happened. She stopped when they walked out of the building and looked at him. The lust that he had been staring at her with before, when he kissed her was gone, killed by his realization of what she was, and she gave him a bitter smile.

"Bad girls aren't your thing." she said. "You were so turned on by your math tutor until you found out she was a whore. It would go the other way round, if bad girls were your thing." She reached down and took his hand in hers, bringing his finger to her lips and kissing the tip softly a moment, letting her tongue swirl around it. She looked up at him, her eyes hard. "I don't need help finding myself. I know where I am, and who I am, and what I am. I don't need to be saved, I need to be accepted."

Her eyes softened and she let go of his hand. The cab turned the corner and slowly rolled towards them. She held up her hand to signal to the driver, and turned back to the young man before her. She hoped she hadn't been too harsh, but she wanted to be sure he understood. "I do have to go get ready for tonight. Evenings are when I make my money. You have my card if you want to schedule another session."

She opened the door, but before she got in, she turned. She leaned up and kissed him softly, sweetly, letting her lips do the talking until the end, she let her tongue tease his lip. She smiled, and sat in the back of cab slowly, giving him a good long look at her legs. "Call me."
 
He wanted to correct her, he wasn't attracted to the math tutor. He was attracted to the person that was giving him a chance and flirting with him. The person who listened to what he had to say, and didn't think too low of him when he rambled... The person who sat for an hour listening talking gibberish, he blushed remembering that... That is who he was attracted to. The lust was out of his eyes, but understanding and wonderment filled them.

She took his finger and kissed it, he wasn't sure what to do. Standing there embarrassed watching her tongue and eyes intently. He listened to her final words, nodding. He wasn't sure if the full hit of being a whore really hit him yet, he did accept her, but didn't know how much it would take, if anymore.

Nodding acceptance, he knew she had to go. Though he was soo sure he wanted her not to, to stay by him. She got into the cab and gave Andrew a eye full of everything.

Smiling he walked over to her quickly and put an arm around her, kissing her. He dipped her over and put the $50 dollars in one of her pockets. Making it seem he was feeling her up, he slid his hand down her flat stomach and whispered "Oh i will". Stepping away before she had a chance to attack him or hurt him like last time.

Walking up to the cab driver, he gave him plenty of money for her to get home safely. He turned and walked away before she could protest or call out to him, a huge grin filled his face and he went inside.
 
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