A/N: I don't have a beta reader, so I don't know. I tried.

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I sit on the patio of the coffee shop on campus, having purchased nothing once again. Owing so much to other people has gotten me into the habit of holding onto every cent I have. A few splurges on a three-dollar coffee turns into a late water bill. In my life, every cent adds up.

I crack open my anatomy textbook and start reading my chapter. Bone names are ridiculous, not to mention their fucking divots. It's a shitload of names that I'll probably never use, and only three weeks to memorize every one down to the letter, all before I have to do the same thing with muscles. I couldn't imagine having a full-time job right now.

My phone starts to vibrate on the table next to me. The familiar Pheonix number lights up my screen and my heart drops. I answer it, "Hello?"

"Hello!" the person who only calls when her company wants my money says. "I'm calling for a Magdalena Abbatelli."

I hate when people use my real name. "This is she."

"Hi there. This is Jeanie from the Stone Center. We are calling because it looks like your payment didn't go through this month."

My skin turns to ice. "What? I sent the check in last week."

"Yes. We received your check for ..." she trails off to the sound of tapping on a keyboard, "2,042 dollars. That leaves you will a balance of ..." more tapping, "487 dollars."

I feel sick. "Five hundred dollars more? When did it go up?"

"We sent you some information about the changes to grounds and facility fees two months ago."

Bullshit you did. "Sure. And do you see on my account where I opted out of mail from your facility?"

Tapping. "Yes. I see that now." She gives me a breakdown of the additional fees for maintenance bullshit, all of the nickels and dimes totaling exactly 487 dollars.

"And how long do I have to pay this unexpected extra amount?" It's funny how the people who demand money get to decide when things get paid rather than the people that actually have to pull the money out of their ass.

"It will be due with next month's payment on the twenty-third, otherwise you will forfeit the room to another patient."

Three weeks? Seriously? "Great. Thanks for letting me know."

"It also looks as though you haven't visited in some time."

I hesitate before saying, "Yes, I'm aware. I've been busy."

"Well, it's very beneficial for our patients to have a connection to their families. It would be wonderful if you could take time out of your busy schedule to come visit." Passive-aggressive bitch.

"Yeah. I'll pencil that in right away." I end the call and slam the phone onto the table next to me.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and attempt to go back to studying. As I flip through the through the encyclopedia they call a textbook, my eyes start to glaze over. I rub my hands over them to try to see straight, but I'm not tired. Disappointment is all I feel anymore when it comes to her.

"Maggie," someone says with a signature accent.

I look over, ignoring the small jump my heart does in my chest. "Hey, Deven."

"I see you are studying," he says, pronouncing every consonant in an articulate way. "And without a proper beverage." He holds a cup out to me and smiles.

I feel a bit surprised. "Oh! Thank you." I take it from him.

He pulls out the chair directly next to me and sits. His long legs barely fit under the table, causing his knee to brush against my thigh. My leg warms where he touches me, and my pussy does a little dance. I take a sip to distract myself and am surprised when I receive something spicy rather than the bitterness of coffee. "It's chai," he states. "I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? No, it's delicious."

He smiles and leans his elbows on the table, his dark hair falling into his face. He's trying to kill me. "How are your studies?"

"Fine." He stares at me as if he expects me to say something else. "I mean, as fine as I can be. This class is really kicking my ass."

"It kicks the ass of everyone." He grins and takes a sip. "Would you like to know a trick?"

"Of course."

"It always helped me to touch the areas of the body in reference." He reaches forward and pulls my arm towards him. He brushes his thumb against the side of my elbow. "Humeral medial epicondyle," he says, almost seductively. His thumb brushes against the sensitive crook of my arm as he says, "Humeral trochlea." He stares into my eyes as his fingers run delicately against my forearm. "Ulna." I suppress a shiver. My mouth feels dry. "Adding something physical and visual helps aid the memorization."

Why is it that everything he says sounds like he's trying to get me naked? He could just ask."Oh, yeah?" 

"If you would ever like to come over and study, let me know," he suggests. "I would be more than happy to help you."

My pussy feels incredibly warm, my nipples sensitive as they graze against the inside of my shirt with every labored breath I take. I swallow. "You'd want to help me study? For A&P?"

He smiles wider. "If it would help you, yes. Of course."

Is he hitting on me? Is this the nice-boy way of saying he wants to fuck me?

"Here, I will give you my number." He picks up my phone from the table and starts pressing the keys. My heart flutters nervously in my chest as I watch him. "There." He hands my phone back to me. "Call me or send me a text when you would like to come over."

Oh my god, he wants to fuck me. "I-I will. Um ... Thank you."

He smiles. "Anytime." He moves his arm and glances down at his watch. "I should be going." He smiles as he stands and says, "I look forward to it. See you, Maggie."

"Um, yeah ..." I stammer, still flustered. My heart is beating fast in my chest. "See you later, Deven." I watch his tight little ass as he walks away and try to calm myself. 

He makes no fucking sense. Yeah, he's hot, but fuck. Why does he make me freak out like a virgin every time he talks to me?

I need to get laid. Good thing that's my job. Maybe after a good fuck, I'll be able to get my shit together again. 

All of my shit.

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I walk off the elevator of the hotel and down the hall. When I find the correct room, I pause for a moment before knocking lightly.

The door swings open a few seconds later and the little man smiles. "Hi. Are you Moxie?"

"Yes, I am." I look down at him. Even without my heels, I'd be taller than him. He can't be over five-foot-five and definitely hasn't seen a gym in a few years. But he's kind of cute with his little balding head and his wire-frame glasses. I bet he has a small dick though. Maybe I'll be really nice and let him put it in my ass.

"Co-come in," he waves me inside. I walk into the small suite and it smells of air freshener and clean linens. "I-if you'd like to have a ... a seat or ...?" It sounded like there was a question hiding in there somewhere.

"Sure." I walk over and sit in a chair at the small office table in the corner. He brings over a glass of ice water and sits in the chair next to me.

His eyes move over my body but quickly look away. He takes a sip of his water and the glass shakes a little in his hand. He seems uncomfortable. That makes two of us.

"So, what do you do for a living?" I ask him to break the silence.

He perks up a little. "I'm in finance. I work out of an office in Chicago, but travel between there and New York whenever I'm needed," he answers with pride. "And what do ..." he trails off, realizing the stupidity of the question he was about to ask me. He looks down in defeat, his face reddening with his embarrassment.

"It's okay," I place my hand over his. "This isn't all I do. I'm a student too." He gives me a weird little smile and runs his hand over the back of his neck. I can't deal with this much longer. "What would you like to do tonight, sweetheart?"

He looks at me hesitantly. I like them shy, but I don't do well with the awkward ones. "It's a little embarrassing," he says.

I give him a little pout. "You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. Here," I say as I stand. I untie the belt of my trench coat and pull it away, revealing the lingerie set hiding underneath. His mouth drops open as I turn to hang it from the back of the chair and sit back down. "Now tell me." I comb my hair over my shoulder as I lounge back and cross my legs. "What would you like me to do for you?"

"I ... I think it would be easier to show you."

I start to feel nervous. "Okay."

He gets up and walks into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind him. I hear the closet door open as well. Fucking hell.

There are plenty of things on my "oh hell no" list, and something inside me screams that he's about to walk out with one of them. 

I pull my phone out of my purse and type Remy's number, just in case. Lucky for me, this guy is tiny and has a clean background. A scrappy bitch like me could take him no problem. I place my phone back in my purse and take a deep breath. I'll be fine.

I pick at the edges of my clear polish nervously as I wait. He walks out a moment later, and I have to control my fear when I see him.

He stands in a full-body, black leather suit. The matching mask rimmed by a studded collar around his neck. The only access points are zippers at his mouth and crotch. In his hands, he holds a flogger.

My heartbeat races with the fear I try to suppress. "Sweetheart," I warn him. He freezes in his tracks and cowers. "You know I'm DDE."

"Yes. Thi-this is for me." He avoids my eyes and hands me the flogger, then immediately goes to his knees on the ground. My fear fades as I look at him in his submissive position. 

I raise my eyebrows and try to act casual. "Well ... this is interesting." I stand and walk over to him. "What do you want, sweetheart?"

"I want to be your bitch."

Don't laugh, Mags. Do not laugh. "Okay. And what would you like me to do with this?" I wag the flogger.

"I'd ... I'd like you to whi-whip me and ... and call me a whore while I m-masturbate."

Jesus fucking Christ.

My stomach burns and I nibble my lip to fight the urge to start cracking up. "Anything you want."

He unzips the front of his little suit and pulls out his penis. He begins to stroke himself and I breathe in a calming breath. Swaying the flogger in my hand, I feel it's weight and test it once against my leg. It's heavy, yet soft. It shouldn't hurt him too bad, no matter what I do. I might actually enjoy this.

I smack it against his back and he twitches in response. His hand moves a little faster on his cock. "You like that?" I ask him.

"Yes, madam," he says. 

Whip. "Yeah? Or do you want it harder?"

"H-harder. Please. I'd like it harder."

Smack. Every time I hit him, he moans."Like that?"

"Yes! Just like that, please. I've been so bad." He really does like it.  But ... now what do I do? Talk dirty, right? Dammit, I should have kept watching that creepy porno Remy had in his closet.

Whip. "Who's a dirty, little whore?" I ask.

"Me!" he wails. "I'm a dirty whore!"

"That's right." Oh my god. "And whose dirty, little whore are you?"

Smack. "Yours!" I cover my mouth and try not to laugh. "Yours, Madam." His arm moves quickly, his breathing fast and excited. He's legitimately getting off on this.

Smack.

Whip.

Smack!

"Oh fuck," he says under his breath. "Yes!"

Is this the kind of kinky shit Remy is into? Whip. He moans uncontrollably as I continue to ... punish him or something? I have no idea what I'm doing, but he seems to be liking it.

Smack. Whip! "Oh my god! Y-yes!" I hide my face in the crook of my arm and laugh silently as I watch him spurt all over his leather pants and the carpet in front of him. 

He'll probably want me to make him clean that up, too.

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After my hour is up and I'm in the elevator, I lose myself to all of the laughter I was holding back. What the fuck did I just do in there? I fan my face and I press the button for the office floor, still giggling to myself like an idiot.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but I still can't stop when the doors open to my floor. I make my way into the suite, and without knocking, open the door to Remy's office. He looks over at me from his computer screen. "Hey, hon. How'd it go?"

I burst into laughter. "Remy! You have to ... be kidding me ... with this shit!" I manage to get out.

"What?" I sit down in one of his chairs, leaning my head back, cackling so much I can't stop to speak. "What the hell happened?" he says with a chuckle of his own.

"He came out ... in a fucking gimp suit," I explain through my laughter.

He laughs with me. "Are you serious?"

"Yes!" I lean up and fan my face to calm myself. "He came out like a little, leather roly-poly and made me call him a bitch!" I cover my mouth when I start giggling again at the memory. "It almost killed me having to wait until now to laugh."

Remy's smile widens. "Don't judge a person by their kink, Mags," he tries to scold with a hint of humor. "We all have something weird that helps us get our rocks off."

"Yeah, well having actual sex with someone is mine," I tell him. He turns back to work on his computer, but I'm not done yet. I lie my upper body onto his desk and give him a little pout until he looks at me again. "I want sex, Remy."

He shakes his head with a laugh. "I understand that."

I lean up with a groan of frustration. "I want to get fucked. Laid. Nailed. Screwed. Banged –"

"I get it, Mags."

"-- Plowed, Remy." I let him laugh for a moment before I ask for what I really want. "And I need more money."

He looks at me with concern. "More? What's going on?"

"School is expensive," I lie. If I would have said rent, he'd make me move back in with him. "I'm willing to do more than this if I have to. We talked about outcalls. Can you set something up for me?" I give him another pout. "Please?"

He tries to stare me down but his grin betrays him. I am his weakness. "Fine. I have something in mind."

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A/N: No kink shaming! But do Mama Orchid a favor and talk to your partner(s) about it first?

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