The next morning, Valerie woke, still not feeling any better about things than she did when she finally drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t that she wanted to stop the journey she was on with Damien; she just wanted a little more in the couples department.
She quickly got dressed, grabbed some coffee and a toasted bagel, and headed out the door.
Stepping outside, she noticed the other vehicles already gone, letting her know Damien and Holly had already left for the day, which saddened her a little. She wanted to talk to Damien and had hoped he would still be there and she could catch him before she left. However, she would have to wait until later. And then her eyes went wider as she remembered what tonight was. The poker game.
She shuddered slightly at the thought of being the willing plaything for a group of men, and this time, it wouldn’t be in a crowded bar where they might hold back on their baser desires. It would be in Damien’s apartment whe
Valerie’s classes went by easily enough, most of the students already eager for winter break and just wanting school to be over with. Valerie took full advantage of it, enjoying the lack of discussion for a change. Once class was over, she returned to her office to grab her purse and then headed to the cafeteria for a quick bite before her final class of the day. The temperature outside was muggy, typical Florida weather, even this close to Christmas. By the time she reached the cafeteria, a sheen of sweat had dotted her forehead and made her clothes feel as if they stuck to her body. With a sigh of relief, she eagerly stepped into the air conditioning, glad to be out of the sweltering heat. After grabbing a grilled chicken salad and a bottle of water, she headed for a spot by the window. She might not like to be out in the heat, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy looking at it. She wasn’t even thirty yet, and already, she felt as if she behaved like a senior citi
Valerie couldn’t believe she was leading Scott back to her office for a quickie. God, how far could she keep falling. This was wrong on so many levels, and not just because he was married. She knew if her door was locked that no one would bother them. Hell, most would see the closed door and just keep walking by. But still, to be doing what she hoped they would be doing on campus was just… She felt a tremor of excitement ripple throughout her body. It was hot as hell. That’s what it was. She slowed her steps as they neared the outer office, making sure no one was paying them any attention. Luckily, the hall was deserted, so no one even saw them enter the office. As soon as they were inside, she closed and locked the door. Even if Nick arrived to see her, he would see the door shut and assume she wasn’t inside. No one had a key to her office except her. They were safe. For now. She walked over to the desk, setting her purse on the corner as she turned and face
Why had Dean been sitting outside of her office? Even more worrisome to her, though, what had he overheard? She closed her eyes as she stood outside of her classroom and took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. Dean had simply smirked at her before he left, not even bothering to say a word as he walked out of her outer office. Scott tried to assure her that Dean more than likely heard nothing, but she wasn’t convinced. With the way Dean behaved most times, she wouldn’t put it past him to press his ear to the door, listening in on everything that Scott did to her on her desk. Opening her eyes, she took another deep breath and opened the door to her final class of the day, bracing for Dean’s smirks and sarcastic quips. God, she hated that kid. However, while he sat slumped in his chair for the entire hour grinning at her, he kept his mouth shut, even when she told him to put his phone away at the beginning of class. Of course, that didn’t keep her from being a
She stared at the outfit Holly had laid out on the bed for her, a skimpy red plaid skirt with a short-sleeve button-down white shirt, along with a scribbled note informing her that the redhead would not be a part of the festivities tonight. A schoolgirl uniform. Really? Isn’t that a little too much on the nose? She sighed as she lifted the clothes off the bed, holding them out in front of her. Something hit her foot, and she glanced down, noticing a pair of knee-high white socks. Of course, there were no panties, bra, or shoes to go with the outfit. Probably didn’t matter. The way things usually went whenever Damien planned something for her, she wouldn’t be in them long. She glanced down at her watch. She had an hour before she was to be upstairs. Of course, her nerves twisted in her stomach as if she were walking up to the third floor right now. Tossing her outfit on the bed, she headed for the shower, hoping to wash her nervousness away. While sh
“Get your ass to the door and open it,” Damien snapped when she simply stood there staring at him. “You’ve got some men to serve, and I want you to be the perfect distraction tonight.” She looked at him strangely. “Distraction?” A cocky grin spread across his lips. “Well, if they’re focused on your ass and tits, they won’t be paying much attention to their cards, now will they?” He chuckled as he motioned for her to move to the door. “I should be able to rake in all the cash tonight if you do your job right.” “And just what is my job tonight?” She took a deep breath, steeling her resolve for whatever would happen over the next few hours, knowing she would be a toy for whoever walked through that door. The short skirt swished around her legs as she walked, reminding her that the bottom of her ass was quite visible to whomever wanted to look. “Your job is to keep them horny as hell, so that they’re more focused on their dicks and your bo
The men sat around the table, cards in their hands and a pile of colored chips in the middle. Valerie had made sure their glasses stayed full and fetched chips, pretzels, or even sandwiches if they asked. Each time, Nick slid his hand up her leg to her ass, sometimes fingering her drenched folds before dropping his hand again and winking at her. Miles and Keith hadn’t been as brazen, but they each ogled her breasts, and Miles glided a finger down her cleavage once as he stared deeply into her eyes and a salacious grin on his lips. Scott had seemed uncomfortable for the first couple of hands, watching as she allowed the other men to touch and grope her, slapping her ass and pinching her legs. He also said nothing when Damien yanked her down onto his lap, making her spread her legs as he bounced her up and down. Scott kept his comments to himself, but he squirmed as he watched the shenanigans without participating. It was obvious he didn’t know how to behave, and from what Val
Miles Jacobs won the first hand, much to Nick’s chagrin, which meant Miles now controlled Valerie. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, nervous about what the math teacher would make her do. Damien patted her ass, pushing her toward the other man. “She’s all yours until the end of the next hand. Use her wisely.” He winked at Miles, and Valerie felt a tremor of anticipation ripple through her as she slid off Damien’s leg and moved over to Miles. She cut her gaze to Scott, who watched her round the table, his eyes riveted to her as she walked. He had said little since Damien filled him in on her role in Damien’s life, focusing on the game. She wasn’t sure how he would use her or if he even would if he won a hand. The fact that he remained and continued to play poker had shocked her, but she was glad he was there. She looked forward to more adventures with him. “Stop right there,” Miles said as he leaned back in his chair, a salacious grin on his face as he raked
Valerie stared over at Nick, her eyes wide as the remnants of her orgasm subsided. His cocky grin told her everything she needed to know. She lost. Even if she saw it as more of a tie, she still lost in their eyes. That’s the only way they would allow it to go. She jerked her gaze to Damien and noticed the same look on his face. There would be no help there. Of course there wouldn’t. He would want to see her humiliated more than any of them, as this was his game to begin with. She then turned to Scott, and he was simply staring at her, his brows raised slightly, disbelief covering his face. Valerie felt the shame color her cheeks as she sat up straighter on Keith’s leg, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She turned to Keith, hoping to persuade him, but before she could even open her mouth to protest, he simply swatted her thigh and told her it was time to make the rounds. “Each guy here gets to give you five swats on your ass,” Keith reminded her. “And