Kiley strolled down the courtyard at Harvard on a cool October morning. Winter was coming, the leaves on the trees had already fallen and a cool breeze blew across the Cambridge, Massachusetts' campus. Her feet crunched on the dead leaves as they blew across the sidewalk, almost deserted now, too early in the morning except for the most intense students. She tried to think of another word instead of intense, dedicated, driven, manic; laughing as she tried to explain her own behavior so critically. Laughing at herself was the only thing she could do lately.

She had been feeling depressed, hard for someone so upbeat and driven. Had it all been worthwhile? What had I given up to do this? Sure, there were many students that were in their second year law at Harvard University, but how many of them were female and how many of them were eighteen years old? She was what they called a child prodigy. Her parents didn't know where it came from. They were average folks living in Stockton, California. Her father was a long-hall truck driver, her mother stayed home and raised her until she went off to college, then she got a job at the diner waiting tables. Kiley's grammar and high school career were short. She graduated from high school when she was thirteen. She was accepted at Wesleyan University in Connecticut and graduated in three years, majoring in pre-law. Kiley had her heart set on law, and once she decided something, nothing stood in her way. She was accepted at Harvard University, and this was her second year there.

It's not that Kiley wasn't attractive, she was, but in college, who would date a girl that would be only sixteen when she graduated. Most boys stayed away from underage girls, the older girls more than willing to give them what they wanted without running into trouble with the law. It wasn't much different now. She turned eighteen three months ago, but most of the other students in her law classes were in their twenties, twenty-two or twenty-three. They drank, dated and had sex, but not one of them would touch an eighteen-year-old girl, especially one who was smarter than they were. So at the ripe age of eighteen, she was still a virgin. In fact, she had never had a date or even been kissed. Not only because of her age, but she never had time for it, too driven to succeed in school so she could get her law degree. Her hand and a vibrator were her only satisfaction, Kiley learning early on that orgasms helped relieve the stress of life.

Then there was the matter of her education and the expense. Wesleyan University was $58,000 per year for three years; Harvard was $48,000 per year plus $25,000 for room and board. For the four years of school she had attended, the total was in excess of $250,000 with another $73,000 this year and next. While Wesleyan and Harvard both wanted her to attend and did provide scholarships and grants, she was still in debt to the tune of $100,000 with $35,000 added each year for the next two years. When she graduated at twenty years of age, she would owe $170,000.

Yes, lawyers that graduate Cum Laude from Harvard did well in the world. She wanted to move to New York City, one of the most expensive cities in the United States, but she didn't want to go to one of the big firms that specialized in business, Kiley had expectations of making her mark on the world by helping people, the common people, not the rich. Whether it was environmental law, civil law in class-action lawsuits against big business or wherever it was she could make a difference, it would never pay like business. Her own choices meant she couldn't stop worrying how she would handle her debt. Her parents didn't have the wherewithal to help, so it was up to her to deal with it.

The library door was unlocked, Kiley the first inside. The building was still chilly, so she left her coat on. She found her usual table, opening up her laptop and taking the lid off of the first of many cups of coffee she would consume that day. She put everything out of her mind as she began to study before her eight o'clock class.

It was one of the things that Kiley liked; the student-faculty mixer. Her mentor and advisor, Professor Rosenthal, made sure that she always attended.

"It's not only the faculty, but the alumni show up and wants to meet our brightest and most promising students. That means you, Kiley."

So, she took it as her duty. After all, Dr. Rosenthal had done so much for her, it was the least she could do to repay him. It was at the last mixer that she met Mrs. Cynthia Lewis of the Lewis International Law Center building, named after her husband's generous donation. She had even insisted that Kiley call her Cynthia. Cynthia had graduated from Harvard Law, and had made her husband donate to build the center. She only did some pro bono work now, as she said it, her job was to make her husband happy. He was the Chairman of the Board of Lewis Enterprises, a multi-national conglomerate of consumer goods that spanned forty countries, with sales of forty billion dollars. He was also the largest stockholder, his fortune estimated to be in excess of five billion dollars and climbing.

Kiley put on the little black dress she had, too low cut and short for the weather, but she was out to impress, not stay warm. She was hoping that Cynthia would be there again, maybe this time her husband would be with her. He would be a great contact to have when she graduates. It seemed like only older men were interested in Kiley. They weren't worried about younger women; to them, it was a status symbol. Kiley couldn't say she didn't like the attention, but she did not intend to them, even if she had the time to date.

She walked quickly to the center, a converted mansion, the air colder after the sun went down. It was early, but the room was already filling up. Most of her classmates were there and all of the law department professors, including Dr. Rosenthal, standing in the corner talking to a woman with her back to Kiley. She hung up her coat and walked over to Dr. Rosenthal and then she noticed who the woman was. It was Cynthia, Kiley's face lighted up as soon as she saw her. She was so beautiful and elegant, wearing a suit that probably cost five thousand dollars, Kiley's dress bought on sale for forty bucks, usually two hundred. Kiley could only afford the dresses at Filene's basement.

Dr. Rosenthal saw her before she got all the way across the room. He pulled her next to him as soon as she got close. "You know our finest student; I think you met last mixer." He knew that Cynthia liked Kiley; he wanted to make sure his prime benefactor had an interest in everything that went on in the law school. It might be her husband's money, but Cynthia was the one that got him to part with it.

"Yes, Kiley and I had a long girl talk last time. How are you?" She pressed her hand into Kiley's.

"Great, Cynthia," paused before she said Cynthia, not wanting to offend her, even though she told Kiley to call her by her first name. She held Kiley's hand for a long time before she released it. She had such a firm grip, as though all of her power was in her hand.

"Such a lovely dress, Kiley, it certainly shows off your lovely figure. I'd die for a young body like yours. The boys must be all over you."

"I think I am too young and innocent for them. They want someone more experienced. And older! As far as you, Cynthia, a young girl has nothing over you."

"You don't mind if I borrow Kiley, do you, Dr. Rosenthal. We have so much in common, you know, girl talk."

"Not at all, I have other people that I have been neglecting, some on purpose, onto my duty for the University." He was glad Cynthia was interested in Kiley. He knew of her problems with money and her worries about it. Maybe Cynthia could do something to help her. It wouldn't be the first time that she had helped a student. There was Brenda four years ago. He never got all the details, but all of a sudden, Brenda's money problems went away and she became a better student. He never inquired as to how and why. It was none of his business, as long as everyone was happy.

"Let's go into the other room where we can have some privacy. Sometimes I get too much attention." He watched as they walked, the young girl having a natural sway to her hips and a fantastic ass. What man wouldn't be hard just watching her walk? Cynthia's eyes took in Kiley's breasts, snuggled tightly in the low-cut dress, giving off a glimpse of generous cleavage, but she could tell that she was wearing a bra underneath. At her age, she didn't need one.

They sat down on the couch next to each other, picking up drinks on the way in, two glasses of wine for Cynthia and a coke for Kiley. "Here, put the coke away, have a glass of wine."

Kiley never drank, only an occasional drink when she went home for the holidays, but then only wine. "Thank you," trying to be sophisticated as she took a sip.

"How are your classes, boring?" She knew that Kiley was way ahead of her classmates, just like Cynthia, but Harvard didn't let you skip ahead. You had to put in the three years, not like a bachelor's degree.

"Yes, a little. I know what they are teaching before they teach it. Was it that way when you were here?" Kiley didn't feel like she had to lie with Cynthia. She would never tell her professors or her classmates the truth about the classes, many of them struggling to keep up, the professors smug that they were "tough."

"Yes, but I was in no way as smart as you are. You are truly gifted and will make a wonderful lawyer. What are you going to specialize in?"

"I'm confused. I want to help out the common people, do pro bono, environmental law or help those that can't defend themselves against big business."

"There is nothing wrong with that. Why are you confused?" Cynthia knew what her problem was. Cynthia had the same problem when she graduated, but she solved hers by marriage.

"My student loans will be big enough to bankrupt small countries," she tried to make light of it, but her forehead creased into a scowl.

"You can always marry wealthy, that is one way to cure your problem."

"I think you have to date first, before you can marry." Kiley sounded so pitiful when she explained herself. What would Cynthia think of me?

"How come you've never dated?" Even with her passion in college, Cynthia still found time to date.

"Too young, too aggressive, too driven, pick one or all." She tried hard to make it sound as if it wasn't bad that she didn't date.

"So that would make you a..."

"A virgin, yes." She wanted to beat her to it.

"That's a very valuable commodity this day and age. Sorry, I don't mean commodity. A treasure is more like it." Cynthia smiled at the thought.

"And I thought I was bankrupt. Should I go down to Bank of American and try to get a secured loan on my virginity?" If it were only that easy, get a loan and the one that gets my virginity gets to pay it off.

"I'm not sure that they would believe their collateral is secured, unless they happened to still have chastity belts they could use. Knowing some of the bank officers at B of A, I suspect that a few of them still have some in the safe. They will finance anything. I guess if you lost your virginity, it would become a toxic asset and the government would have to step in and bail them out."

"That's one way the President of the United States would know who I am, or at least the Treasury Secretary, though that is not how I want to be famous or recognizable." This was a strange conversation, but Kiley felt so comfortable with Cynthia, that nothing was taboo.

Cynthia changed the topic, turning to Kiley's parents. They talked for half an hour, covering school, money, lack of boys, even the weather. She needed to get back into the other room. "Why don't you come into the city on Saturday and have lunch with me?"

Kiley couldn't believe it. Have lunch with her in Boston! "I would love to."

"How about Jer-Ne at the Ritz Carlton? It's near the commons. One o'clock would be good for me."

The Ritz Carlton was a five star hotel. Kiley would have to take the MTA. She didn't really need a car and couldn't afford one. "It's a date." She would have a chance to dress up again, the Ritz Carlton very formal. Kiley got up when Cynthia did. She took Kiley's hand again, this time holding it longer, looking into her eyes as if searching for something.

Kiley mingled the rest of the night, feeling a bit smug when Cynthia left shortly after their conversation as if she only came to see Kiley and no one else.

"I see Cynthia and you hit it off. She is a wonderful person and could really help you if you let her. She has been great to our school, so make sure that you are on your best behavior." He didn't want to sound like he was warning her, but that was what he was doing.

"Don't worry, Dr. Rosenthal. I wouldn't do anything to ruin the school's reputation or alienate its alumni. In fact, we are having lunch in Boston on Saturday." She saw the way he beamed from the news.

"I have every confidence in you, Kiley. You'll do whatever is necessary."

"Thank you," but it was strange. He said whatever is necessary, not what was correct.

The way she was dressed, she was out of place on the MTA. It had been a long ride, but she was excited. She couldn't believe that Cynthia was so interested in her, so she especially wanted to impress her. Kiley wore a black suit, the skirt tight and short, the jacket unbuttoned to reveal a white silk blouse that had the first two buttons opened. She wanted Cynthia to think of her as a woman, not a girl. The doorman opened the door for the Ritz Carlton, his eyes scanning her body, Kiley flirted with him, flashing a big smile as she swung her hips and entered the cavernous and ornate lobby. She spotted the Jer-Ne bar and restaurant, her heels clicking on the floor. The Maitre de spotted her before she even got to him.

"Good afternoon, Kiley, Mrs. Lewis is waiting for you." He ushered her over to the private table in the corner, the restaurant not very crowded for a Saturday lunchtime crowd.

"Sit, Kiley." Crystal's eyes scanned Kiley as she complied. She'd dressed conservatively but with the right amount of sexiness. The skirt was tight and short, the cleavage enough to be tantalizing without being too garish. It was important to be able to ride the fine line between sexy and trashy. One step over and you could never go back.

Kiley sat down, Cynthia dressing more casual than Kiley expected. She wore a brightly colored blouse, silk and expensive, the fabric draping over her breasts so delicately. She wore slacks that looked like they were painted on her, but were still fashionable and sexy at the same time. "It's good to see you again, Cynthia."

"I ordered you a drink, I hope you don't mind." She had a glass of wine for Kiley, a bottle on the table. She knew that Kiley rarely drank, so she wanted to make sure that she had a gentle buzz on by the time they left. It would be a delicate conversation they would have, so Cynthia wanted all the advantages. "You are so lovely today, take off your jacket and be comfortable." Cynthia's eyes lingered on Kiley's breasts as she took the jacket off, arching her back until her full breasts were straining the meager buttons that tried to contain them.

Kiley took a sip of the wine, feeling so comfortable, a warm glow settling into her empty stomach. Cynthia began to talk immediately, asking Kiley about what she did this week, Kiley feeling bad that her life was only school and not much else. Kiley changed the conversation to Cynthia's husband who she had never met.

Kiley learned that he was older than Cynthia, forty-five to her thirty-one. They had met at a conference and he'd invited her to have a cup of coffee. Their relationship started slowly, Cynthia just beginning her career, her future husband travelling the world to shepherd his growing empire. It was almost two years to the day when they got married.

They ordered lunch, the food brought out quickly, delicious after campus food for too long. Kiley was already on her third glass of wine, tasting so good with the food.

The waiter took away their empty dishes, Cynthia seeing the way that Kiley devoured her food, ordered a small sampler plate of deserts, before sending the waiter away. He knew not to come back and disturb them.

Kiley felt so relaxed, her belly full, a gentle buzz in her head and feeling comfortable in a place and situation that was far from what she was used to. She was on top of the world.

"How are you doing financially, Kiley? I know law school can be grueling, not only mentally, but also financially. I imagine you are piling up student loans."

"Yes, and they've been driving me crazy lately. Sometimes it is the only thing on my mind. I worry how I will pay them off if I do what I want when I graduate. If I want to have a life free of debt, I might have to sell out and work for business." If only Kiley had the kind of money that Cynthia and her husband had. All of her problems would be gone.

"Yes, they can be daunting. I remember those days."

"I think I would turn tricks to pay for them, but not even the high-class hookers make that much money." It was the wine talking now, but Cynthia didn't seem to be offended by the conversation.

"You do have a lovely body that men would love to ravish, but you only have one treasure that is worth that much money."

"What do you mean?" Kiley was confused.

"You did say you were a virgin, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that would only be once, after that, I would be just another used hooker for sale."

"Then you just have to find the right person that would be willing to pay what you need for the privilege of taking your virginity." She saw Kiley take a big drink of wine, her tongue licking her lips as if they were parched.

"I don't know anyone that would pay $250,000 to go to bed with me. I haven't even found anyone to do it for free. Who has that kind of money?"

"That may seem like a lot of money to you, Kiley, but to my husband and I, why we spend that much money in a week. We enjoy all the things that our money can bring to our happiness and are not afraid of taking what we desire. I have friends that are in the same position as we are." She waited a moment until the words settled in. "I told you that my job in life is to make my husband happy. I will do anything for him. Money is no object."

Kiley finished up the glass of wine and poured another. What is Cynthia saying? "I'm confused. And a bit tipsy from the wine."

"Why don't we get out of here and go somewhere we can talk more privately. I have a room upstairs. Do you mind?"

"No, let's go." Kiley had to hold on to her chair as she got up. She grabbed her jacket, but she didn't put it on. The waiter suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Cynthia signing the check without anything more than a casual glance at it.

They took the elevator up to the penthouse, the door opening to a hallway, but with only one door. Cynthia used her electronic key and it opened instantly. Kiley had never seen a hotel room like this; it was bigger than her parent's house and was furnished eloquently.

Cynthia took her chance, grabbing Kiley gently and pushing her against the wall. "Put your hands on the wall. High up," she ordered her. She waited to see what Kiley would do.

Kiley's back was to Cynthia, feeling her hands pushing her against the wall. She was confused, but she remembered Dr. Rosenthal's warning. She was afraid, but she also felt a strange excitement, something she'd never felt before. Her hands slowly climbed up the wall until they were out in front of her face. She could feel Cynthia behind her, but Kiley didn't move or turn around. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, a drop of sweat on her forehead, her lips parched. Then she felt the hands slide to her waist, chills and goose bumps racing through her body. A woman was touching her like a man would do. They slid up higher, Kiley knowing where they were going, but she made no move to stop them, her hands pinned to the wall as if they were bound there.

Cynthia moved closer to Kiley until she pushed into her ass. Her pert little ass pushed out as though expecting it, not trying to move away as they touched. Cynthia's hands found Kiley's breasts, cupping them gently from beneath, pushing them up. "You're being a good girl, Kiley. Do you like doing what others tell you to do?"

"I don't know... you confuse me, scare me, excite me." Her body was trembling, the questing fingers massaging her breasts, Kiley feeling the way her nipples sprang to life feeling like they would burst if they got any harder or bigger. Is this what it would feel like if a man did this to me?

Cynthia's hands engulfed Kiley's breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath her palms. She massaged them, feeling Kiley push her ass back into her. Cynthia found the two hard nipples and pinched them until she got a response from Kiley.

"OOOHH, too harddddd..." Kiley arched her back and pushed her breasts into the hands even as her nipples ached from the sharp bite of the pinching fingers.

Cynthia gave them one savage twist before she released them, turning Kiley around to face her. She looked down, twin nipples so obvious as they pushed out the silk blouse. She might cry out in pain, but her nipples were begging for the harsh treatment.

Kiley was facing her, afraid that she would kiss her, or maybe hoping that she would. She'd never felt her breasts and nipples feel so sensitive, a combination of pain and pleasure racing through them. It was as though she didn't care which it was, pain or pleasure, only wanting the touch of hands on her. Kiley couldn't believe that she'd submissively stood against the wall as Cynthia felt her breasts, but Cynthia was right. Kiley liked being forced to submit, even if it was by a woman.

"Sit down, and I'll fix us a glass of wine. You look like you can use it, Kiley." She walked away, sure that Kiley was disappointed that things didn't go further. When she came back, Kiley was sitting on the couch, but her face was flushed and her nipples were still hard. Her short skirt rode high on her legs, but she made no attempt to pull it down. Her blouse was wrinkled where Cynthia's hands had their way with her breasts. Kiley took the glass of wine in her trembling hands.

"I'm confused," the only thing Kiley could say, taking a sip of wine until her lips were no longer parched and she could talk.

"That's understandable, but what are you confused about?"

"What just happened? And why did it stop, did I do something wrong?" Kiley felt guilty.

"You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right."

"Why did you stop?" Kiley wanted more of this demanding woman, though she couldn't understand why. It wasn't that she was drawn to a woman as a lover; the thought had never crossed her mind until now. She was drawn to something else, something that she had a hard time putting her finger on. The surrender to someone was powerful and demanding. It was the ultimate submission, doing whatever was demanded of her, no matter what. Could I have made love to her if she demanded me to perform? What would it be like?

"I told you that I would do anything for my husband's happiness."

"Yes, but I am not sure that he would be happy for you to make love to me, unless of course he wants to watch." She shouldn't have said that, it sounded so depraved. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean that. I don't even know your husband."

"My husband's birthday is in two weeks. Each year, it gets increasingly difficult to find a gift that will surprise a man that has everything he wants. My only hope is that I find something that he doesn't know he wants and fulfill that desire."

"What has that got to do with me?" Kiley didn't understand, growing more confused and frustrated.

"You told me about your financial problems. I think I have the ultimate solution, but I don't want you to take offense at it. I think of things very logically. My main purpose is not to fix your financial problem but to satisfy my husband husband's unknown and unfilled desire. Would you like to hear the proposal?"

She had to know, the suspense was killing her. She didn't know how she could be offended, after all, she Cynthia had just felt her up and that didn't offend Kiley. "I like logical thinking also. I know my financial problems are insurmountable, but I am willing to consider any logical and rational solution."

"You are a very beautiful, intelligent young girl. You have one thing that most girls your age do not possess -- a lack of sexual experience and your virginity. I propose that I give you to my husband for his birthday to do as he pleases. For your sacrifices, I will pay you the sum of $250,000.00." Cynthia saw the way her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. It was pure shock, her lips trembling as she tried to speak. She waited patiently for Kiley's response, not wanting to push it.

"I don't, I'm not sure..." her voice stammered unable to form a whole sentence. It was then that her lawyer skills kicked in. Analyze the situation, select the possible outcomes and then pick the best alternative. It was made more difficult, because it contained a moral issue.

"Take your time; there is no hurry for an answer or a response." Cynthia could see Kiley's mind begin to work. That is how she'd gotten so far at such a young age. Kiley could out think most people.

"The $250,000.00 is tax free?" There were always the tax implications to take care of first.

"Yes, I have some great accountants that will assure me that it would be, though the details of the transaction would not be disclosed. I am sure they could come up with some way that it would be a grant or scholarship." So, she was running down the list of problem areas first. Cynthia waited for the more succulent details of the actual acts.

Is she considering me to become her husband's mistress? "This is a one-time deal? I perform once and the deal is complete and the money is paid?"

"If you are thinking that this would require many times submitting to my husband, that is not what I am proposing. I love my husband very much and I have no intention of sharing him permanently or even for an extended time with someone else. No offense, Kiley, but I am much better in bed than you will ever be. The fantasy you will be fulfilling is that my husband having the privilege of taking your virginity."

"Then he will make love to me once and that is it?"

"You're a little naive, Kiley. Yes, you are a virgin, but you are not worth that much. You will submit to him for twenty-four hours. During that time, he will do whatever he wants to you. If you balk at any act, the deal is off and no money will be paid for partial success. It will be all or nothing."

What could he do to me in twenty-four hours? A lot. Many things that Kiley couldn't even fathom. She would be doing this with an older man, twice her age, a stranger that knew she couldn't deny him anything, no matter how degrading or perverted. "Twelve hours."

Cynthia smiled. They were negotiating now. "I presume that you are a virgin everywhere?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever taken a man in your mouth?"

"No," she answered, the act now added to her list that she would have to perform. She knew she would probably have to swallow his cum, not sure if she could do it, but she would have to.

"Have you ever taken a man anally?" Her husband loved to take Cynthia in her ass, sure that Kiley would be forced to avail herself of the act of sodomy.

"NO!" She protested loudly. She never even considered sodomy, usually left to gay men, not consenting couples. Why would a man want to put his cock in such a place when there was a perfectly good pussy that would satisfy his lust?

Cynthia didn't say anything, Kiley getting to know what was expected of her.

She began to fathom what would be required of her. She would be stripped naked in front of a complete stranger, an older man. He would fuck her, taking her virginity, filling her with his cum. He could make her suck his cock back to hardness, or even worse, make her suck him until he came in her mouth and force her to swallow it. Then there was the matter of her being spread face down on a bed, Cynthia's husband on Kiley's back, his cock pushing into her reluctant anus until he breached her in the unspeakable act of sodomy. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to have a big cock shoved up such a tiny hole. Then it dawned on her, what if he did have a big cock, a huge cock that would tear her up. Maybe that was why Cynthia wanted someone else to fuck him. She would have to take that into account. It would be twelve hours of non-stop fucking and sucking until Kiley's body was covered in his sperm. She would be forced into the most degrading and perverted acts with a strange man. The last thing was what made it exciting and arousing. I would be forced to perform these acts. My only choice would be to take the money, after that, I would lose all choice, my body his for the taking. A powerful man would demand his sexual satisfaction using my body. His cock would enter me in every virgin hole I had, repeatedly if he desired.

It was as though a big burden was pulled from her shoulders. She would have no student debt, maybe even a little money left over. If she could only survive twelve hours and the thought of what she had done. It was as though her decision was already made, her body relaxing, her mind content. "Deal!"

Cynthia smiled at her success. This would be one birthday present her husband would remember for a long time. She didn't know what she would do next year to top it, but for now, she was content with her surprise. "Very good, Kiley. A wise decision, now for the details. His birthday is in two weeks, so I thought the Saturday after next from noon until midnight. We have some legal, ethical and moral issues to make sure we are cover. Since this type of arrangement is illegal in the United States and would prove to be an embarrassing situation to my husband if it were to become public, we will complete the agreement outside the United States. We have a large home on one of the islands off the coast of Columbia called the Southern Mauristemo Islands. It is part of Columbia, but it lacks many people and has been neglected by the government. My husband has interests in Columbia, so he has considerable influence with the government officials. This type of arrangement is not against the law in Columbia.

Kiley was glad she had a passport from her one semester abroad, so that would take care of travelling. She never thought of going someplace else, but then again, she really didn't have many preconceived notions regarding this. This was new territory. "Is it safe?" She was astute enough to ask that.

"Columbia is known for its drug trade and drug wars, but the islands have mostly been spared. We usually keep a group of guards at the house, but in order to maintain discretion, we will not have the house staff working that weekend. In fact, you will fly down there with me, no one else. My husband will be in Bahrain. Should something bad come of this, he will have at least ten people that will testify he never left Bahrain the whole weekend, including the Oil Minister. My husband will join us, though I will stay out of the way. It will be you and him only. I don't want him to be persuaded from indulging with you his strangest fantasies." She used the word strangest, not perverted, not wanting to scare Kiley. She didn't know what he would do to her, but she was sure that many acts would be perverted and Kiley performing them would be degrade Kiley. It would be too late for her to change her mind, for he would take her virginity first. If she refused any of the more lewd acts, she would lose everything, her virginity gone for nothing.

It sounded like an exotic place, and the less people to see or hear her was better. Cynthia and her husband wouldn't take any dangerous chances, so Kiley felt comfortable. "Okay, when would we leave?"

"We have a private jet. We can leave Friday about five o'clock; your classes are over by then. We will take our private helicopter from the airport out to the house so it should be there late Friday night. As I said, the exchange will take place beginning at noon. I will get you the clothes you will wear for him. Only the ones I give you, nothing else."

It sounded so easy and final. It would only be twelve hours and then she would be free of her financial problems. What could be easier? "I will be ready. What about the money?"

"I will make the transfer to a bank account that I will set up in your name at midnight. You can watch it happen and confirm that the money is safely in your account and can transfer it anywhere you would like, but only if you complete your end of the bargain. That means anything for twelve hours. There will be no negotiations, it is all or nothing." Cynthia wanted to make it perfectly clear. After all, a virgin had no idea of what an experienced man might desire from a young girl.

"I trust your honesty and sincerity in this agreement. I will fulfill my end as I trust you will. Do we have anything else to discuss regarding this?"

"No, I think we have completed the negotiations and have a deal, though it will not require signing."

"Good, I would love another glass of wine or two. Maybe you could show me how to obey a little more before we leave today. I do want to please your husband." The words spilled out of her mouth without a thought. Was it the erotic thoughts that were racing through my brain and my body, making me wet that did it? Or did I just want to feel her hands taking advantage of my virgin body?

Kiley got her wish after two glasses of wine. She kneeled on the floor in front of the couch and Cynthia.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there, no matter what I do." Her voice was firm and demanding, Kiley's hands instantly behind her back, crossing her wrists as though they were bound. She also arched her back and thrust out her breasts for Cynthia.

For fifteen minutes, Cynthia's hands and fingers caressed, clenched, pinched and twisted Kiley's breasts, all the while, Kiley kneeled submissively, her pussy drenched, her breasts aching, her nipples crying out as they suffered the painful pinching that aroused her body in unknown ways. She moaned, groaned and cried out in pain, but she always pushed her breasts back into the powerful hands that treated them so cruelly. Kiley was lucky that Cynthia volunteered to give her a ride back to the campus, Kiley unsure that she could survive a long MTA ride without cumming. She said goodbye to Cynthia as though they merely had a nice lunch, not consummating Kiley's sexual surrender to her husband for money. She masturbated for four hours that day, cumming five times, her arousal refused to be extinguished so easily; her head filled with images of exotic and lewd acts of depravity with a strange, older man. Kiley couldn't get the image of a big, hard cock and what it would do to her out of her mind.