Maeve The Most Reluctant School Slut

Before I explain the situation here, I want to preface by saying I know cheating on tests is wrong. I know that it invalidates those who worked hard and I should have never done it, I'm not debating that. But that all being said, I still think I was taken advantage of. I didn't really have a choice if I didn't want to start over my life at 28.

I'll back up. My name is Maeve and I'm a late student at uni, though thankfully with the looks I was graced with most students didn't know it. I was often told I looked 21 or even 18, sometimes even that I looked like an "anime girl" though I think thats just become I have big eyes, but I've gotten enough attention from boys and men to know from early on that I was attractive. I'm 5'7", a tad bit curvier than I'd like though when I said like to lose weight my ex boyfriend strongly disappoved. I'm pretty satisified with my ass and boob size, and they're still very perky.

Anyway, I started uni late when I was 25 and I was in my second last year of my postgrad degree, though it had taken me a long time to decide what to do with my life, I'd finally chosen and started to move forward and do well for myself. I'd gotten good grades and made lots of connections through the university in terms of firms to work for once I graduated. Life was looking good until I made the biggest fuckup of my life.

The last year of uni had been particularly stressful for me, the difficulty in my course load had spiked, and I had increasing difficulty coping. Which led to me partying, going out with my boyfriend of the better part of the year, and hanging out with friends to diffuse stress-which only led to a negative feedback loop of falling behind more on my work which led to me needing more time out to diffuse the increased stress, and so on. When it came for my year end final, I was woefully unprepared, and it was worth 70% of the end grade. I couldn't afford to fail this test or the last three years would have been for nothing, so I did something immoral I'm ashamed of that I wouldn't have ever done otherwise.

I had heard of a loner boy who was a huge underground hacker and knew how to get test results, a Zuckerberg type but even less personable. I asked him if he could help me and he told me to stop by his and his roommates' flat, when I did he made the very simple offer of flashing him and his friends my boobs in exchange for the test results. I'm ashamed to admit that while I waffled a bit, I caved sooner than I probably should have. It wasn't the shame of exposing myself to these creep losers, as quickly taking off my top for them (I only let them look for 15 seconds and let the main one take 1 picture) would normally be a small barrier to entry for such a guarantee on my test for me, but I didn't like the idea of betraying my aforementioned boyfriend like that. But I thought he'd be more upset if I failed my test and set back our life plans so irreparably.

After I was done giving them what they wanted the guy told me to come back the next day and when I did sure enough he had the results printed out in a neat stack. I couldn't believe my luck, and didn't up until the day of the exam and I saw that the test matched the copy I had perfectly. I finished early but pretended to keep writing as to not look suspicious until people started to leave, and left feeling supremely confident. After a couple weeks of partying, my confidence was vindicated, or so I thought. I got my results back and I'd passed with flying colours. I was estatic.

That was, until, a week into starting the next and my final year, I was called into the dean's office. My heart sank and my fears were soon confirmed. They didn't waste any time unceremoniously letting me know that they had irrefutable proof I'd cheated, that I'd been expelled, not to return, and how to appeal the decision. I weakly protested my innocence but realized the futility of the situation and left in shock. Years of my life had gone up in flames.

When I was just almost off univeristy grounds, my phone rang. It was an unlisted number. I picked up and a voice spoke immediately and very calmly, but in the sort of forced calm where you can tell they're hiding excitement.

"Hello Maeve." I didn't recognize the voice.

"How do you know my name? Who is this?" I responded defiantly, but with low energy.

"That's not important. What is, is that I've been following your situation closely, and an opportunity has sprung up for me to curry favor with someone important-"

I cut him off. "Listen, I'm in no mood, I've had the worst day, I-"

He cut into me this time. "Yeah you idiot, if you'd shut up you'd realize I have a solution to your problem," he condescended.

"Alright you prick, what's my problem then?" I was bewildered and still in shock from what had just happened.

"Your expulsion. Let's just say I have connections. Pretty powerful ones. I can get your expulsion overturned and expunged from your record. But I need something from you."

I don't know why I hadn't clued in yet that it would be something sexual, or even believed for a second there was a chance someone could get me out of this, or I would've hung up immediately. Frankly it was unusual I'd even let him continue this long without hanging up, but like I said I was drained, so in my confusion I simply paused and he took that as license to continue.

"If you're interested, I can give you an address to go to, it's on campus and he'll keep the door open while you talk so you know it's safe."

"He?" I asked, "not you? And how would I know you'd even keep your end of the bargain?"

"If you'd been listening," he condescended again, "I said I needed to curry favor with someone. That's the person who wants something from you, but he wants to explain it in person to see if you're willing. If you are and you agree to what he wants, you won't have to do anything yet, just promise that you will. He'll let me know and I'll solve your problem for you, so you won't be risking anything. But once I solve your problem, you'll be obligated to do what you promised. Otherwise I'll get you expelled all over again, mark my words. If I can undo it, I can redo it."

Even in my discombobulated state, I could tell the ask was sexual by now. Just like the flashing to get the results, under normal circumstances I would have never considered it, and still was 80-90% sure I couldn't, not with my boyfriend. But I wasn't sure what they were going to ask. Was it sex? I don't think I could forgive myself for cheating. But if it was just the one time, and with a condom just like with my boyfriend, maybe just the once to save our life together... or maybe they could just want nudes, or something minor like feeling my boobs. That I could do. I was shocked I was able to get the test results for so little. And I wouldn't be risking anything to agree in advance if it turned out this mystery caller couldn't solve my issue.

"Well? What do you think?" he said somewhat impatiently, and I realized I'd spent a few moments agonizing.

"Okay, fine," I said. "I'll hear him out, that's it. But for the record I don't believe you can do shit, and I'm not lifting a finger until you keep your end of the deal."

"Oh if you agree, it'll be solved three days after, I already have things lined up. But I have to warn you that he's told me this is a one shot deal. When he explains to you what the offer is, you'll have one chance and one very brief chance only to accept or reject it. He's not a patient guy. But keep in mind if you accept, you're bound by it, otherwise I get you expelled again instantly."

"Alright fine I get it," I said annoyed. "What's the address?" He told me, and told me to visit by the end of the day and then promptly hung up. I turned around and re entered the campus, my heart now very jittery.

I found the dorm and the door was already ajar. When I entered there was just a lone guy, about 19 or 20, very thin and a bit handsome. He looked up at me expectedly and motioned for me to sit down, which I did on a chair opposite of him.

"I don't want to waste either of our's time, so I'm going to be quick. This conversation's pretty private so I recommend closing the door if you want, otherwise you can leave it open and we'll have to speak quieter."

I could tell there was no other people in the dorm, and I was already a bit bigger than this guy, so I didn't feel threatened. I closed the door and he resumed speaking before I sat down.

"Obviously the fact that you're here proves you think there's at least a chance that I can solve your problem for you, so really it's pretty simple. I'm going to lay out what I require from you and you're going to have half a minute to decide whether or not to accept. If you do, I'll give the green light and in a few days you'll be back in school. Only thing is, you'll have to fulfill your promises."

"Okay," I said. My heart was racing faster than it ever had before. I knew the proposal was going to be sexual and while I felt I would of course reject any such proposal as I couldn't do it, I also knew that if I remained expelled my life was over. Part of me had to give this a shot no matter how repugnant I felt it was, that's the only reason I was here. I tried to placate myself by telling myself that there was no way anyone had the connections to remove my expulsion anyway, and that I wouldn't have to end up following through with anything. "I'm ready," I said, a bit shaky.

"Well, you've already guessed what I want from you is sexual, I'm sure," he started, "but it might surprise you that I don't want you for myself. You don't need to know all the details, as it's all very under wraps, but for what's relevant; I run something of a BDSM club here on campus, it started with me fucking a lot of kinky girls in highschool and getting to know the submissive ones but that's neither here nor there. There are some extremely submissive girls on campus and they want to be hooked up with guys that will dominate them, but be discreet about it. That's where I come in. I have a total of 7 guys in this club now that share these girls and there is total secrecy, I won't say how many girls are involved but it's more than you'd expect; whenever one of these guys needs release, they let me know, and I hook them up with a girl. For these girls it's voluntary, but I'm sure you can see where this is going. For you it won't be, I'm presuming, if you agree to this. Because this is what you're here for. The guys have been utterly harassing me to get you to join the club and I know you have a boyfriend, so I knew I'd never get you to just agree to it. But when this opportunity presented itself... Well here we are."

He noticed me about to animatedly protest but forced ahead anyway cutting me off before I could say absolutely not, "Just remember that you only get one chance at this offer, literally one. There's no debate and you're not allowed to negotiate conditions. Remember that before you say anything. You're expelled right now, that's done. I can have it undone. But I'll only ask you once. I haven't finished yet, I'll let you know when I'm done, and you'll have a moment to consider it. But if you say no, the offer is off the table and you remain expelled. Understood? Should I continue?"

My heart was caught in my throat. I didn't know it was possible for someone's stomach to sink as low as mine had. This asshole had me completely cornered and he knew it. I knew I almost certainly couldn't accept his offer anyway but I relented for the moment out of terror and the thought of the last several years of my life being wasted.

"Go on," I said weakly.

"Alright, no interruptions," he said matter of factly. "This'll take me a couple minutes to run down, there's only five rules, but I need you to be crystal clear on them so you know what counts as a violation. I'm going to run through them as fast as possible but I'll give you a printed copy of the rules so you don't forget. Even one violation of the rules will result in your expulsion being reinstated, so it's best for you to err strongly on the side of what you think won't break the rules, and ask for clarification after an incident where you were unsure what to do, but I'm going to be clear, and again, you'll get a copy of the rules. Should you agree, these rules will apply for the next school year."

He began to speak very fast and my head started to spin trying to process what I was hearing.

"The first rule is the main one. 3 times a week, at any time I choose other than while you're in class, I will give you a call. It could be three times in one day, or spread out throughout the week, that's up to my discretion. I will tell you which one of the seven guys needs a blowjob, and as soon as you get the call you will begin making your way to him as soon as possible to give him a blowjob to completion-meaning he orgasms. When I tell you where the guy is, you will tell me roughly how long it will take to get to him, and if you are late you must call ahead and explain why. If I feel the reasons given aren't valid it will count as a violation, but I will be fair here if it is something out of your control.

"The second rule is that once you are within a ten metre radius of the specific guy you are obligated to blow, you will strip down naked completely except for your panties. I'm a firm believer that blowjobs are only proper if the girl is in her underwear, that means no bra. I know this will be a huge sticking point for you but you'll have to just get over it and normalize being seen in nothing but your panties; part of the rules for females in this club is that stripping down is required for sexual acts no matter where they are. Being aesthetically pleasing and easy access to the guy you are serving is more important than any "decency" youll be concerned with. If you accidentally let someone see you in your panties thst you didn't intend to, it's honestly not a big deal, and soon you'll realize that.

"I will buy you plenty of pre-approved panties and you will only wear those for the next year. If you can't see the guy because he's in his dorm for example and you're approaching, again, err on the side of caution. Once you've stripped, you will leave your clothes and whatever bag or things you were carrying on the ground where you stripped, and leave them there where they lie until the guy in question you're about to blow has orgasmed. Only then can you retrieve your things and get dressed. Lastly, between when you strip and get dressed again, you are not to cover your breasts or nipples under any circumstances.

"The third rule is that the blowjob will be dictated by the guy. That means he will decide the position, and when the blowjob starts (though, once you strip down, he will have a maximum of 30 minutes to wait to start the blowjob once you are in your underwear). You will swallow every single guy's load without exception, and you will not complain about how he conducts himself, whether that be headpushing, going too deep, too fast etc.

"The fourth rule is regarding your general conduct to men between while you are in just your underwear and when you finish your blowjob-during this time you must treat all males you interact with with respect, and as your superiors. What this means in practice is being verbally submissive and not especially, I can't stress this enough, complaining-absolutely no complaining or protesting to male is allowed, you've been read the rules in advance and know what they are; as I said, if you think something breaks the rules, err on the side of caution and ask me about it after. Anything a male says, you will not complain. If a guy takes pictures of you or films you giving a blowjob, you especially don't complain because this is going to happen a lot and it's also not a big deal, another thing you need to reframe in your head.

"If a guy wants to slap your ass or feel your tits, you won't complain. Guys aside from the one you are ordered to give a blowjob are not entitled to have sex with you and you may physically refuse them sexual acts, but not the act of simply touching you; though I will say that's rare and most times you will be blowing in private, only one or two of the guys has a thing for exhibition and coming from a guy, that would be awkward while your friend is getting blown. What other one or two guys in the room will do if that ever happens is likely just film you. The importance that you don't make a fuss or protest is paramount though, you must voice your objections completely civilly and in calm, clear words referring to the rules, not just pushing someone away. Understood? Good.

"The final rule involves confidentiality. You will not tell a single soul about what you're doing, this group, any of it. Everyone in this club, the guys, myself and the girls are sworn to total secrecy and regular STD tests, you'll have to submit an STD test as well. I know you have a boyfriend and I don't care how you handle that whether you break up with him or lie and stay with him, but you can't tell him the truth. Every member of this club knows if they speak a word of it, or share any pictures or video, they are permanently out of the group. Same goes for you. Not. A. Single. Word.

"There it is. Those are the conditions." Very quickly he picked up a phone on the desk beside him I hadn't noticed was there and started a timer for 30 seconds. "Your time to decide is now, remember, no debating and your first answer is your last. Yes or no?"

My heart practically exploded. My mind was racing trying to go over what he said, I caught most of it but the urgency was blinding me. This might actually be my only chance to save the life I had planned for myself, and my relationship from falling apart due to me having to repeat school. The timer was already at 20 seconds and the panic reached its crescendo, I was almost hyperventilating. He said there were assurances the pictures wouldn't be spread even though I despised the idea of being filmed, and that eliminated the risk of my boyfriend finding out, as did the secrecy. But could I do this to him? Or would it be for us? 15 seconds now. Could I really give blowjobs to strangers for a year and somehow justify this as not cheating to myself? In the sheer panic I thought maybe actually yes. It was drastic and abusive but this may be honestly the only way out of a miserable, lonely life and shattering the heart of my amazing boyfriend. 10 seconds. If I'd had any opportunity to ask a question for clarification, I'd lost it now. I had to decide. He mentioned other guys being around and possibly being touched, but that was it, and I didn't have to do any extra sex acts as long as I didn't complain too forcefully, but I could do that, it would be demeaning not being able to clearly just say "no" but at least it wouldn't be stipulated that I had to do anything extra that was overtly sexual. 5 seconds. We looked each other in the eye. My brain snapped; the possibility that I could do this and that maybe it was actually for the greater good despite how depraved it was, was simply too much of a possibility. Seeing my entire life 2 seconds away from going into a garbage compactor, and being offered a way out even if it was through absolutely degrading abuse-well, like I said in the beginning, I didn't have a choice. Autopilot took over and my heart of hearts made an executive decision that would make me regret having ever cheated, more than anything I had ever done. With just a little over a second left on the timer, and looking in his eyes, I said the fateful words.

"I agree," I could barely force out.

The timer went off and he stopped it. "Sorry, I just want to get that a bit more clearly," he said. "You were within the time limit, just barely, but I want to hear you say it with conviction, so one more time, you really agree to this? You realize there's no backing out," he repeated.