Page 7 of Devil's Bargain

His smirk widens. “Every Wednesday at the motel over by the old gas station. Seven pm.” He leans forward and taps the money with his index finger. “There’s enough there to cover your rent. If you need more, you come to me.”

I gulp. “How can you afford this on a teacher’s salary?”

“Don’t you worry about that!” He leans back in his seat and lifts his chin. “Do we have a deal?”

I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s a mistake, but I lean forward and accept the money anyway. If this is the difference between having a roof over my head and food in my stomach, then I’ll do it.

“We have a deal!” I reply, stuffing the money in my bag. My stomach turns at the thought of what I have agreed to, but my survival instinct wins out.

As I stand up to leave, Scott clears his throat and looks at me pointedly.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I frown, eyeing the door before bringing my attention back to Scott. “I’m late for my next lesson.”

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down the zipper. “Miss Reed, I’m not generous for nothing. I expect something in return.”

“The door is not locked. Anybody could come in.” What the fuck is wrong with me? What am I doing?

“Come here, Miss Reed. Drop to your knees like a good girl!”

Before I can talk myself out of it, I walk over.

I drop my bag on the floor and sink to my knees.

“Problem solved,” Scott says and guides me underneath his desk.

It’s dark, but enough light streams in for me to see as I push his pants and boxers down far enough to free his dick.

This moment feels surreal!

Scott reaches underneath the desk and fists my hair with no care in the world that my scalp burns as he pushes me down on his cock until it hits the back of my throat. I choke, digging my nails into his suit pants.

He chuckles, then pulls me back up and shoves me back down, making me gag. “That’s it! You’re catching on quick.”

I’m now a prostitute. A whore. An escort? I suck cock for money. This is what my life has become. I’m selling myself to my fucking math teacher of all people!

He grunts and hisses through his clenched teeth.

There’s a knock on the door.

I freeze and his dick jerks at the back of my throat.

“Come in,” Scott says, kicking my bag beneath the table and scooting closer to the desk.

“Hey, did I leave my notebook in here earlier today?”

I recognize that voice. It’s Rick, the school’s star quarterback.

Scott’s voice sounds strangled. “Yeah, you did. It’s on the counter over there.”

I purse my lips around his hard tip, then sink all the way down on his shaft and cup his balls. I laugh inwardly when he grunts under his breath.

Fucking asshole!

“Thanks, got it! See you on Thursday.” Rick’s footsteps retreat.

The second the door clicks shut, Scott scoots his chair out. He fists my hair and pulls me off, growling, “So you’re a bitch?” Then he snatches hold of my jaw and digs his fingers in.

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