Amanda sat anxiously on the hotel room bed, awaiting her lover for the evening. Clad in nothing but her matching bra and panties (in a color dubbed magenta by Victoria's Secret) she was a vision to behold-her body was toned to feminine perfection, a fact that belied the fact that she had become a single mother at 19. At five-foot-seven and 115-pounds her pert A-cup breasts merged gracefully with her tight, washboard stomach, which in turn veered ever so slightly outward to her hips. She had gone through great lengths to look her best this evening, her blonde-highlighted brown hair styled to flow gracefully past her shoulders and her face painted in such a manner to best accentuate her sparkling blue-green eyes and full lips. She wore a pair of open-tow three-inch heels on her long, perfect legs, and a silver chain dangled from her navel, offering a stark contrast to her gently tanned skin.
Amanda thought to herself how she had gotten to this point, how she had come to the conclusion that her body was for sale at the age of 23. Her intentions seemed innocent enough a year earlier, when she and her friends began frequenting the clubs near the university with the stated hope of becoming a soon-to-be-star athlete's wife. Amanda even seemed to succeed at this almost immediately as she found herself on the arm (and in the bed) of the team's All-American quarterback. So close to her was her chance for redemption of a youth wasted she did things she previously wouldn't have considered, like agreeing to a threesome with the quarterback's best friend and favorite receiver. From there it didn't take her long to dyke-out with an 18-year old sorority girl for the team's entertainment, then became the team's entertainment as she was passed around from player to player, punctuated when the entire starting offense ran a "train" on her one Thursday night. Before she knew what was happening her quarterback boyfriend had moved on to another conquest, and she was left as little more than another jock groupie.
What separated Amanda from similar girls was her staying power-she had managed to keep the team's attention to the point where a fuck of Amanda Clark was the ultimate reward for a great game, and players who thought of each other as brothers would come to blows if a few minutes with the petite nymph were at stake. The university's powerful booster club took notice of this and decided that she could be very advantageous to their goal of continued athletic dominance. It didn't take much to convince Amanda that becoming an "employee" of the booster club was in her best interest-she'd be paid $10,000 up front in return for her first "job" (bedding the nation's top quarterback recruit) and would receive $1,000 for each future recruit she slept with. She saw no downside to the proposition-at worst she'd not like it the first time and stop $10,000 thicker, and if she did like it her earning potential was unlimited during the school year. After a year she could virtually have a new life for her self.
As Amanda day-dreamed of this new life she heard the handle to the hotel room door turn. Her heart began to race as she quickly swung her long legs over the edge of the bed and crossed them demurely, doing what she could to belie the fact that she was about to become a prostitute. Part of her mind was filled with apprehension and questions like "Why are you doing this?," while excitement and thrills ran through another part of her mind. Amanda had always loved sex, and the thought that people thought enough of her body that they'd pay her for sex filled her with a sense of pride. The hotel room door opened, and the young man that stepped through it looked exactly how a star quarterback was supposed to. He had a tall, slender-yet-muscular physique, with close-cropped blond hair on his head and a strong, confident jaw line. He's young, Amanda thought to herself while gazing at him, but she was undoubtedly attracted to him. She shot a closed-mouth smile in his direction, expressing her approval.
"Hi there," Amanda greeted her soon-to-be lover, seductively eyeing him with her sparkling aquamarine eyes. "I'm Amanda ."
"I'm Trent," the quarterback said in response, his voice tinted with a slight sheepishness. "You're really pretty."
"Why thank you!" Amanda answered, giving her immaculate hair a slight, playful toss. "I bet you have a girlfriend back home."
"Yeah," Trent answered, sounding a little relieved now that the source of his apprehension had been revealed.
"I thought so," the lingerie-clad beauty said, motioning for him to sit next to her on the bed. For all her flaws and poor choice in men Amanda had always had an innate ability to read the opposite sex, and Trent was no different. "I don't want you to feel you have to do this, but I think you really like me and want to feel what it's like to make love to me."
Amanda reached up and gently kissed the quarterback with her full, lush lips, and she felt his tongue slip inside her mouth. As they released from each other she smiled again at him, with Trent this time returning the smile.
"Don't worry, no one's ever going to know," Amanda re-assured him. "Besides, I think we're going to have a lot of fun tonight."