Please Note: All participants in this story are over 18 and legally consenting adults.
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"It's time to earn your scholarship," said the Dean.
Sarah looked at him with her wide blue eyes, "What do you mean?" she asked, "I thought it was a merit scholarship."
"Alumni don't just give away their money to the first pretty girl that walks in, Sarah. Let's just say you haven't merited it yet."
The Dean laughed to himself and crossed his hands over his belly, "Come to the event tonight with the other girls. And wear your cheerleading uniform."
"My what?" Sarah asked. She had just turned 18 and was 5'2" with an innocent, childish face tempered only by her gorgeous curves. Her round, firm ass swayed when she walked and her perfect 36C breasts bounced in time with every cheer.
The Dean hit the desk with his hand and Sarah cowered. "Your uniform, Sarah. Did you even read the scholarship contract?"
"No sir, I... I didn't understand it."
"Then you're in for a good night," he smiled, "Be sure to look your best though - your scholarship depends on it."
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When Sarah arrived she was put in a room with four other girlsβall gorgeous other students she'd seen in her classes.
Candy was there, a sorority girl and local bimbo Sarah knew. "This is going to be a fun night," she said. She wore pigtails, sparkly make-up and shorts that just barely covered her ass. She looked ready for a famous sorority carwash. Sarah had heard that for an extra $50 a girl of your choosing would clean a lot more than your car. She couldn't deny that the thought of it turned her on.
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked.
"Well where do you think all that scholarship money comes from? Rich. Men. And what do rich men want?" Candy looked Sarah up and down. Her uniform hugged every curve just right.
Sarah almost left then and there, but there was no denying the hard truth: leaving meant no more college and staying... staying meant more college... and an interesting night. She wasn't a virgin, but she'd always been bored by the guys who wanted to go out with her. Her pulse quickened at the thought of what might be aheadβsomething like the car wash?βand before she could make her move for the door, the girls were ushered into another room.
The Dean was there. Sarah thought she could already see a bulge in his pants. "Ready, Sarah?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied, her eyes downcast.
"Ready for anything?" He asked again, laughing.