Co-Ed(8)

“They are all innocent,” Finn piped up. “Honestly, we’re the ones who ruin them.”

“Shut the hell up!” Leo snapped. “And any girl who pays us to massage her while we brush her hair and talk about My Little Pony is hella innocent.”

I shuddered. She was our regular. And she terrified me. One of us brushed her hair, one massaged, and one held the pony.

Fucking. Weird.

But she paid well, and that was our job. Wasn’t it?

Always please.

Never penetrate.

Holy shit, what kind of hell hole am I in?

I didn’t realize I was groaning out loud until Leo tossed me a pillow and said, “Just in case you need to get a good scream in.”

I caught it midair then slammed it against the floor. “I don’t need to scream. I need this semester to be over.”

Finn grinned stupidly. “I know what’s wrong.”

“We’re paid escorts who don’t get to have sex?” I said out loud. “People think we’re selling drugs? Or how about the last dude that came up in here that thought we were going to offer a ménage?”

“Hey, at least he was attractive.” Leo shrugged. “And people always to get the wrong idea about us. So what? We make bank, and for the most part every customer leaves happy, satisfied, and dreaming about the next time they can sign over hundreds of dollars to spend time in our company.”

It wasn’t that it felt wrong.

I was just tired of doing the grunt work.

I was tired of pretending.

“You need to get laid,” Leo said quietly. “Too much touching, not enough boinking.”

“Say ‘boinking’ again, and I’m not speaking to you for a month,” I grumbled.

Finn just shrugged and pointed. “What about new girl across the way? She’s beautiful. I think it’s been established that her breasts are fluffy pillows of ecstasy, and she’s funny — double bonus.”

“Breasts and comedy? Gee, where do I sign up?” I said in a sarcastic voice.

“The hell?” Finn shook his head. “Did you just say, ‘gee’?”

I gave him the finger and stood.

“And Leo has a point. Just get in and out, maybe twice. First time will be too quick anyway since it’s been a while—”

I growled.

“Then you’ll have that winning attitude on lockdown.”

“Be honest. I’ve never had a winning attitude,” I whispered under my breath.

They fell silent.

Shit. I’d done it again.

Mentioned what I swore we would never talk about.

Any of us.

We’d been friends since freshman year. I’d recruited them after the masterminds behind the Pacific Northwest’s biggest dating service recruited me, and the rest was history.

Money had started piling in. Who knew how many broken hearts existed in our sad pathetic world? And let’s just say, lucrative was an understatement.

The sound of the communal microwave went off as the smell of something burning filled the air. I was out of the room before anyone could stop me and stomping over to the microwave with loud, purposeful steps that probably sounded, to the people a floor below us, like an elephant was going for a run.

I jerked the popcorn out of the microwave and cursed just as the girl — fine, I knew her name — just as Shawn ran out of her room and gasped.

I dangled it in the space between us as my completely unamused expression stared down her embarrassed one, and I bet my soul, and hers, that Finn and Leo were watching the entire exchange.

Hell, they were probably taking bets.

I tilted my head. “This yours?”

She hesitated, giving me time to take in her short, black sleep shorts and almost nonexistent white tank top. At least she was wearing a bra, though it just made the whole situation worse since it was pushing her tits together like they wanted to invite someone in for a good time. “Yes.”

“Just, yes?”

She frowned. “Yes, that’s my popcorn?”

“This isn’t popcorn. It’s not even edible.” I gave the bag a shake. “Do you really think you should be in college if you can’t even work a microwave?”

Her face fell then she scowled. “I refuse to be insulted by some guy who has longer hair than me and clearly has a scissor phobia.”

Stunned, I just stared her down. “I’d be very careful what comes next out of that mouth of yours.”

She grinned, stuck out a pink tongue that had my entire body tightening then sauntered over to me, grabbed the burnt popcorn, opened the damn bag, and said, “Thanks for your help. Next time I’ll be sure to share.”

It wasn’t as burnt as I’d thought.

Was it edible? No.

Was she? Hell, yes, and my body was already chiming in on that fact. Blood thundered through my veins, sending every ounce of strength south.

I crossed my arms and leaned in. “Oh, I’m all about sharing.”

“Clearly.” She eyed my door.

I refused to turn around.

“I bet you’re very giving…”

“Care to find out?” I moved closer. What the hell was I doing? It was like my mouth had taken control of my body, and my body was cheering it on while my brain just rolled over and died.