Thread: A Weekend of Frustration *Guy Needed*

Taylor's cheeks were flushed red and she bowed her head, as if in a small apology to Jane. There was still a regal tilt to her head and Jane almost fancied that deep, deep down in Taylor's eyes there was still that spark of someone from a well off family that wasn't used to explaining herself or being at the butt of a joke. Her head was turned to the side, more focused on Thomas, though without outright staring at him, anything easier than seeing Plain Jane from school, looking at her with an unbearable mixture of pity and disgust. She was just starting to relax in her breathing when she felt Thomas's fingers slide down her ass, pushing aside her thong, and inserting into her wet pussy. Her eyes widened and a choked sound passed her lips as she nearly fell, ass down, onto her chair. Clenching tightly on to the chair's arms, her knuckles seemed ghostly white, and Jane was sure that she could see sweat forming on her. For the first time since Jane had arrived to lunch Taylor wasn't concerned with what she thought, more focused on her master as he added more fingers, clenching as she realized she still wasn't sure if she was allowed to come or not. Jane's nose wrinkled as Thomas rattled off about Taylor, the usual sob story about constantly being under pressure by her parents, never feeling adequate enough. Her hands rested in her lap, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she tried to focus on what he was saying and not notice the small, breathy sounds passing Taylor's lips as she was worked over right in front of her classmate. Therapy? Jane finally asked, looking right into Thomas's eyes. Her father found you? He knows what you're doing to her? There was a slight edge to her voice, once again judgmental. How is this supposed to be relaxing? She looks like she hasn't showered in months when the semester ended only a week ago! L-look at her! Jane said, her voice cracking a little at her discomfort as she motioned to the drying jizz on Taylor's breasts. Do you just molest your 'clients' for your own fun and then write it as a humble building exercise? Taylor had been looking over at Thomas, breathing in shakily when he moved his hand from her, licking his knuckles. There was a sort of pleased look in her eye, a certain expectation, or hope, that he thought that she tasted good, despite her filth. As Jane began to go on about morals and her questionable therapy sessions Taylor tensed up even more, jerking her head a little to look at her classmate. She almost looked as if she were ready to bark at Jane again to mind her own fucking business and to not criticize her master, but only almost as she knew it would only lead to more punishment for her. It was true that to people outside of this dingy world of fetishes and pleasure that she must look like an alien, dirty and reeking of semen and sweat, but to Taylor it was the first time that she'd ever felt a real freedom. Her father may have stumbled across Thomas, but he couldn't possibly know the extent of his sessions. He had no power over whether or not Taylor left or stayed. There was something refreshing about having this secret and keeping it from her father. To be going against the standard morals of waiting until marriage and a white wedding and popping out a few kids when the right time showed itself. Jane bit her lip and looked away from Taylor, still finding it hard to believe that this was the girl who walked through the corridors of their college with a Gucci bag slung over one shoulder, Chanel clothes on her body, and Prada shoes on her feet. You, you want to invite me to Taylor's sessions? Jane asked, looking up at Thomas again. How much humiliation was Taylor supposed to take? Jane didn't even like the girl, and never had, but in some ways it was almost heartbreaking to think that her father had found her this man and that she was so deluded into thinking that all of this was for her benefit. As he slid the contract on to the table Jane felt her lip twitch, cautiously bringing it closer and peering down at the printed words. The figure in red made Jane's gazing eyes stop immediately, and she felt her pulse beating in her ears. P-payment? Jane came from a poor family in Kentucky, her parents were farmers. Her older sister was a child from her father's previous marriage who lived with her mother and whom Jane had only seen in the summer up until the age of sixteen. Aside from her cousin Kendra, Jane was the first generation in he r family to be going to college and unlike Kendra her's was out of state and not community. After years of studying and scrimping and turning down invitations to go out with friends on the weekends and party, Jane had finally been able to get herself a scholarship at Taylor's father's college. A payment such as the one placed before her was more than she could have ever hoped to see before ending college. She could finally wire something home to her parents, get her father some treatment for his arthritis and maybe even get the hole in the roof fixed. I-I... she gasped, seeming almost as tense as Taylor. Money like this never came free. Surely she would have to do more than just watch Taylor suffer or be humiliated. Was she willing to go through any of that for the sake of money. I-I'm supposed to be here on vacation, she mumbled, biting on her protruding bottom lip. This felt more like Hell to her than anything that had been preached to her in church back in Kentucky. I don't think I'll ever fully know what I'm agreeing to. She was starting to rationalize and was almost beginning to push the contract back to him when felt her cellphone vibrating in her purse. Jane thought back to her sister, her perfect sister who came from riches and practically burnt her money because she had so much of it. Her sister who had shelled out all of this money to comfortably keep her at this humiliating place as a way of cutting loose after a hard semester. She was probably calling to see if she had checked out yet, not believing that someone as high strung and vanilla as Jane would stay for more than an hour before running away in terror. It didn't even matter to her sister about all of the money that went to waste, it was all just a game. Her fists clenched at the very thought of her sister laughing at her. I-if I sign this contract... I want half of the money immediately sent to my parent's bank account in Minnesota. I want this done or else I'll leave right now. she said, her voice shaking even as she tried to stay strong.