'Just Pass The Bitch'

I struck gold with this brunette college chick who’s been working her professors for good grades. She walks in wanting a rubdown, but I see the angle fast—she’ll trade anything to keep those A’s coming. Soon as I drop the line about knowing one of her teachers, she’s already unbuckling my belt, hungry to prove she can out-suck any rumor going around campus. Her mouth slides all the way down, nose pressed to my skin, throat working like she’s gunning for extra credit. When she finally comes up for air I paint her face, hot streaks dripping down her cheeks, and she just smiles like she earned the diploma already.