A few hours later, you are sitting in the cafeteria. Other than a few crude notes and some more sexually explicit girls going so far as to make hand gestures toward you, your day hadn't changed that much. It just was taking some getting used to being the center of attention by the school's female population. Even the lunch ladies were winking at you and even gave you an extra pudding cup for dessert.
You look up as Betty sits down next to you. "Hey Babe, how's the morning been?"
You shrug. "Meh, not too bad. I guess this whole situation isn't the worst thing to happen."
"Good," Betty smiles. "Because I had an idea. With all the interest you've been getting, why shouldn't we use this to our advantage?"
"What do you mean?"
"Think about this, you have an amazing gift and all these girls want to enjoy that gift. Why don't we charge them a small fee to have the chance to enjoy that?"
"You....you're thinking about pimping me out?"
"We charge them $40, you go down on five girls, and we've made $200 already!"
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"Well, you need someone to manage you. Girls are going to be more comfortable talking to me about this sort of thing instead of you." She says, matter of factually. "I'll take $15, and you get $25. That's only fair you get more since you'll be doing most of the work."
You still can't really believe she is suggesting this sort of thing. "I don't know about this, Betty...."
"Think about all the money you'd be making, Scott! And you'll be making a lot of them very happy."
You stare at your lunch tray for a bit. You really didn't enjoy going down on Betty. Then again, that was a lot of easy money for just a few minutes of work.
"Ok, Betty, I'll give it a try. But only for a little while. If I say I want out, then I'm out. Agreed?"
"Very well. Now, you'll need to go down on a couple of girls for free first. Like a free trial for their testimony. They'll spread the word that you're worth it, and then we can start charging girls for it."
"Who are you going to get?"
"I'm not sure yet. Meet me in the empty classroom on the first floor when you're done with your last class today." The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Before you could respond or protest about starting today already. "See you then." She kisses your cheek and runs off.
You spend the rest of your day not really being able to focus on your classes. You are far too nervous about what's going to happen at the end of school. The time soon comes, and you arrive at the empty classroom and open the door. Betty is standing is leaning against a desk, talking to...
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