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"405." She smiled.
I nodded.
"Then yes, it's the right room." She rolled her eyes as if exasperated, then she looked around and said, "Unless you want to come to room 101."
"No." I shook my head. Yup. Thought so. She had one of her friends teaching me a lesson they probably didn't know why I needed to learn. But hey, torture the big guy was a fun game that Essie had played all my life just not through other people. At least not this way. I reminded her, "That is in the contract."
She put her finger like she was gagging herself and said, "Whatever." Then she looked at another guy without his shirt on and asked, "You hungry?"
His brow shot up. He nodded.
She walked over and pulled at the elastic of his shorts. We were required to wear those this month. Because the OBDs were called Divas but required only big dicks, we had to meet a certain standard in that arena as well. I was putting myself through a lot of shame and humiliation to avoid my very private shame and humiliation associated with this woman scrutinizing this guy's dick. She made a little hum sound as he looked up at the ceiling. Essie said, "There you are. You'll do."
I gave him a thumbs up. At least he was going to get some attention in return.
I left that stupid sorority house where I had been humiliated enough to last me a week or two for damn sure. I...didn't know what I was looking for here. Essie had signed me up for it, but I realized that was because she wanted to be able to pull me aside and do things and take away what voice I had left. I knew Ripley from a few joint family gatherings and holiday events at the country club. I trusted him enough to confide that I only wanted to find one person, keep my focus on the game. That was all I needed to say for him to agree. He hated losing and they went through some shit last year as a team, so this year was our year if people could stay focused.
Essie told me I would thank her some day for introducing me to the working man's world. Like her, I was not exactly in the poverty line. None of the OBDs were and neither were the Extra Large Extras. I did thank her when I showed her the contract. She was pissed at me because it stated for me to be sexually intimate with anyone other than the person assigned, which could not be Essie for obvious reasons, I would have to put it in writing and that person I was assigned to would need to agree.
Room 405 had a smokin'-hot redhead with big, green eyes and full, pouty lips. She looked like classic Hollywood from the Monroe era. I damn near fell in love just looking at her. Love. All I wanted was someone to love me. I knew what I looked like and that was how people approached me, treated me. I needed to convince 405 to give me a chance to be more than a jock with a giant ego to match the giant body that came with a naturally large dick. I was sure someone else my size would probably also be my size, but locker rooms proved otherwise as even straight guys would comment. I tried to be the last to shower, undress for that reason.
I returned to my frat house and to the number two room on the first floor that used to belong to the other wide receiver, and my unofficial lawyer since he was not even in law school yet. Ripley Manchester the Third, who still attended this college, was part of this frat, but lived in an actual house with my manager, Harper, my quarterback, Titus, and then there was Apollo. My dad travelled a lot and most of it was on behalf of Apollo’s family. His older brother was just like his father so that meant they made quick decisions. My dad handled businesses that were in other countries. I planned to go pro and skip that shit all together.
How Apollo wound up in that house with them was a mystery to me. In fact, the whole “three men”, Ripley's son, and one woman...yeah, that was some weird shit. Alas, none of them were related, so I kept my judgment to myself even if I was curious.
This girl, room 405. She, obviously, didn't give a flying fuck who I was or what I could do for her. She barely acknowledged me, then put me to work. After that orgasm, which took a little more work than I had done since learning how to do it in the first place, she looked at me like it was subpar at best. Like I wasn't even worth a thank you.
A part of me wanted to fuck her into submission and remind her that's the way the world worked. She was not better than me because I agreed to do this. Another part of me was a bit curious about her long game. Like, how long was she going to make me wait? How hard was I going to have to work for her to reciprocate? That part. The one that hadn't been challenged in years, and certainly not in a bedroom, was...the reason I needed to take a shower and handle myself.
I gripped my shaft and fucked into my fist and nodded. "I'll do better. I have to do better."
The thought of getting my dick into that tight, wet..."Fuck, yeah. I'll earn my way into that."
Only, the next two weeks, her room number was on the clipboard which meant stop now instead of go. Day one was a list full of consent to enter and see what awaited. The rest of the time it meant stay away. Three in a row meant go away forever.
I looked at it and sighed. I looked at the door and wondered what this was about. Was it that bad? It didn't seem bad. She came. I did...what I was taught to do.
For all my giant stature, I had been with one woman and one way because I was...afraid of someone finding out somehow. No one would want me then.
One more no and that meant I had to find another job aka person or be trapped by Essie again. I didn't want another job. I wanted that one. I hung it back on the nail and left, not saying a damn thing to anyone. I had never felt so rejected in my entire life. I didn't understand. Maybe I didn't do anything right in there. Maybe she was messing with me. Next week. If that room was on the do not enter list, I was going to demand a meeting.
Back in the XIX frat and in my own room, I sulked.
The knock at the open door pulled my attention and I looked at the gorgeous woman in my doorway. "Hi."
"Here to get the laundry, Big Guy." Autumn wore a rainbow bracelet which meant she was only here to work. I didn't have a vagina so she was not super interested in me. She looked at me, my wrist, my bracelet and asked, "What happened?"
"No entry." I looked at the ceiling. "I don't know what I did wrong. I used the dam. I made her cum."
"Did you ask if she wanted that? I mean, it's the whole point of the contract. They knew every guy on that list and you're exclusive, right? She had to pick you. Did you ask if that would offend her or just use it?" she asked as she pulled my clothes out of the basket. She was a first-floor bunny since I had a commitment to a Diva and Winston was her gaming buddy, so he didn't want to fuck her anyway. Probably. I didn't know him well enough to confirm that. Autumn said, "Because if I committed to fucking one person for the rest of this school year, I better be able to trust where that bitch has been. We are not going to be licking fruit flavors unless I am licking that into or out of her pussy."
I shook with the laughter. She was so fucking beautiful but that mouth on her was straight dude brain. She slapped my foot and said, "Hey!"
"I wish you were bisexual at the very least." She just laughed at me. "Okay, Dude Brain. I will take the dive. I've just...only once before so—"
"I'm here to coach you through it, Bro. I'd be in this frat if I didn't keep my dick in a drawer." She winked and walked out to the sound of my laughter. I kind of wanted to be her. Just free. Somehow, some way just free to be me.
Holly
