So earlier today I was in class, not paying attention, when the Vegas moonlighting client … we’ll call him RichieRich … sent me an email and asked for a last minute booking for this weekend.
I haven’t had sex since I came back from Vegas and RichieRich has been showering me with money and gifts on a daily basis. This has been making me hornier and hornier.
I gave him a number worthy of the title RichieRich. He agreed and paid in full via ETH within minutes.
My bank account gushed and had orgasms on cue.
I desperately fought the urge to touch myself in class. The numbers in my bank account are turning me on. This is all my fault with my rule of not contacting fuck buddies first.
RichieRich is also giving me anxiety. This is beyond fuck you money. What if I fuck things up.
I needed a dick inside me on an urgent basis. I needed to feel worthless. Just to keep myself grounded.
Well. Beggars can’t be choosers. As they say.
This particular class is dominated by vaginas. Very few dicks. There is a nerdy guy sitting next to me.