Dr. Alec Friedman's day job was at the City Community College. He is a twenty-seven-year-old adjunct professor with a Ph.D. in philosophy. The job didn't pay much more than minimum wage. It angered Alec that his take-home pay while teaching history at the college was no better than working as a cashier at Walmart. He should be earning a living wage as a full-time instructor in Applied Metaphysical Philosophy.
For a second job to help pay the rent, his student loans, and car loan, Alec tried working for Uber. The hours and the pay never met his expectations. He tried other part-time jobs, but they all fell short of his needs. Essentially, that meant money.
Although his bank account wasn't thriving, his social life prospered by hooking up with college girls. There were a couple of popular college bars that Alec visited with Friday and Saturday the most productive. Fortunately, hardly any of the girls recognized him as a professor. He didn't look like one. He appeared more like a movie actor with a ruggedly handsome face and a muscular body. Alec rarely went home alone, and he wasn't particular about his companion. She could be tall or short, black or white, big tits or small, thin or heavy. Alec found them all to be exciting one-night stands. He liked the diversity.
On one Wednesday night, Alec was doing research or what he called field study. He drove to the far side of town where he found the iconic Round About Club that got its name from the only roundabout in the city a block away. It wasn't an ordinary establishment and an unlikely place for a white professor to be seen. He had been told that all tastes and alternate lifestyles were on display. The clientele was a strange mix of races, gays, drug addicts, pimps, whores, sexual deviants, and degenerates. As a Doctor of Philosophy, the Round About was the ideal place for fieldwork on human diversity.
The moment he walked in the place he could see he wouldn't be disappointed. The people and their costumes were bizarre, not unlike in the movie 'Moulin Rouge.' A topless woman had painted her chest with an array of psychedelic colors appearing to be wearing a colorful blouse. Men were dressed as women or as pimps. Most wore body piercings. Some were stoned or drunk or both. Alec was out of place wearing Levi's and a cardigan sweater making him either over or underdressed. Either way, he did not fit in with the others at the Round About Club.
The behaviors at the Club were equally unconventional. A woman dressed as a nun was with someone dressed as a priest groping each other. A girl dressed as a Playboy bunny sat on a stool with a man, dressed as Hugh Hefner who was working his hand up her thigh. A woman tethered by a leash connected to a spiked collar around her neck was being led around the room by a guy wearing a zombie mask.
The lady tending bar was covered with tattoos and didn't bother looking at Alec when he asked for a beer. A few knocks on the battered bar almost got her attention. She looked at him, picked up a reefer, inhaled, and turned away. Alec knocked again. She turned back to look at him and growled, "Are you a fuckin' cop? We paid up last week."
"Not a cop, just a sightseer. Heard about the place and had to be here to watch you be rude to the customers."
"You look like a tourist who doesn't belong here. You better go home and hide under a rock or wherever you came from, pal."
While Alec was conferring with the barkeep, there was a commotion on the other side of the bar that he couldn't see. He could only hear what sounded like a struggle.
"I need a drink. How about a beer and wash the glass."
"It will cost you," and she banged a lukewarm can of beer on the bar. "That will be twenty plus five for the glass."
"Twenty-five pesos?"
"Dollars, United States of America dollars."
"That's extortion!"
"Do you want the beer or not, Mr. Tourist?"
"What's with the price?"
"We pay extra for help. Ten bucks for the beer and the rest for that fella back here." Alec looked over the bar and saw a guy banging a young girl bent over a footstool. "He sometimes wears a badge but not tonight. He's busy making sure this girl respects the law," the barkeep said as if she was giving away a secret.
"So, you pay protection," he said. The woman shrugged and took his twenty-five. He waited for the glass that never came.
For an hour, Alec watched the circus and endured an Elvis impersonator trying to sing 'Hound Dog.' He should have brought his notebook to take notes. A black guy with a burgundy suit, zebra lapels, and a matching wide-brimmed hat came up to him and said, "You look lonely. I can get you some company."
Alec played along following the thread of someone that was hoping to find a paying customer. "Yes, but I don't find you the companion I'm looking for."
He smiled in a way that was more of a scowl and said, "A sweet young thing perhaps?"
"Yes, that sounds about right."
"White or black?
"Either but young."
He disappeared and didn't return right away. Alec was hoping not to be bothered again. He was wrong. The sweet young thing that had been fucking the cop behind the bar came up to him asking, "Are you the Tourist?" Alec nodded. "Hector said you wanted to see me."
"Maybe," he said with a question mark. The girl looked slutty with too much makeup, and mascara on her cheeks as if she had been crying.
"It will cost you fifty, mister, for a blow or a hundred for a fuck."
"Here or somewhere else?" Alec asked.
"The motel is around the corner if you want it private. They charge by the hour. Condoms unless you want to pay an extra twenty."
There was something about the girl that tantalized Alec. Maybe he felt sorry for her or was it the nervous quiver in her voice? She was too young to be at the Round About and he felt he had to get her out of this den of iniquity. So, he said, "How about if I take you to my place?"
"Then you pay by the night."
"How much?"
"It depends. Hector takes the money and pays me later. "She looked around to see if Hector was listening and then whispered, "Let's do it at your place. I make more money that way and you don't have to pay for a room."
"Okay, it's your call."
Alec paid Hector for the night and walked her out the door as if they had been shopping at Macy's. She was more than he could afford but the girl interested him. There was something adorable about her under the rough façade in addition to having a cute tight ass. It cost him but he reasoned that taking her out of there was the right thing to do.
A half-hour later they were in his apartment. Alec took her to the shower and had her wash inside and out. When she was cleaned up, the girl looked much younger, fresh-faced, just a kid in his eyes. He liked her and she excited him. Alec had a sense of uncontrollable urgency the moment she crawled naked next to him in his bed.
She had a teenager's puffy tits and a soft plump pussy to match. It was shaved to Alec's delight. He hadn't been with a girl that looked so young since back in his high school days.
"You're different mister. I expected to get laid the minute we got here."
"How old are you?" he asked cupping her breasts.
"I graduated from high school last spring and turned eighteen two weeks before that."
"So, who is Hector?"
"He's just a guy helping me earn money."
"And money for himself, right?"
"I guess."
"A nice guy would send you home to your parents. I'm not going to do that. We're going to get to know each other really well tonight."
He momentarily kissed her small nipples then dove into her tender pussy with his lips and tongue for long enough to hear her sigh. But Alec also needed to be pleasured before he skewered her with his throbbing cock. He had the girl lean down with her head over his inflamed cock waiting for her mouth to engulf him. She seemed confused.
