Glass Heart Boy

Drop Out

Drop Out

The alarm buzzed me from the best dream I had in a while. I turned over to cuddle Celeste, her warm body pressed up against mine tried to trap me back into sleep. Her generous butt pressed against my hips.

"Time to get up," I kissed her ear. My words slipping from my mouth in a purr. I pushed strands of her blond hair away from her face, she had slept her thick bun into a mess of fly-aways that sprawled around her. Cel moaned awake a little. I bite my lip, she was tempting to say the least.

"What time is it?" She turned over to her back, her left breast sprung playfully from her tank top.

"Six-thirty in the morning," I started rubbing on her stomach. Slow circles with my fingers swirled over her soft, coffee toned skin. Life had been stressful. The semester was almost over, and we had yet to get the money up for our last bit. The debt alone would be far too much for us to be able to pay off.

"We don't have classes for another like an hour and a half Ana! Why are we up this early?" She rolled over to her side. Cel had always been a grumpy woman when she first got up in the morning, but I had a big idea that started early.

"I know, but I think I have something that could make us some money for our last semester. You just gotta hear me out honestly Cel," I wanted to be a personal trainer, I had been a gymnast all my life. I wanted to teach others. Cel was the strong type, she fought. In the ring, she could dominate almost any female that stepped into our gym. I studied the fine ancient arts of Muay Thai. My father had always said it was good for a female to know how to defend herself. I never wanted to be too powerful though, I love my dainty, muscular frame. I wanted my body to flow with movement. I was light and graceful on my feet. Nimble.

"What's on your mind?" She sighed, sitting up in bed. She was cute when she first woke up though, "You weren't gonna tell me my damn tit was out Ana? What the hell?" A thick Spanish accent clung to her words. She adjusted her clothes, drinking from a bottle of water she kept on her nightstand. I laughed. I couldn't help but love everything about this woman.

"You know how much I love looking at you," I winked, biting my lip. Cel rolled her eyes.

"What is this idea you have schemed up?" She stretched.

"So, and you really have to just listen to me, there's this...underground thing in the city right? Women like us go there and we...make money off of men who..." I didn't exactly know how to just push the idea out to her. I mulled it around in my head ever since I had heard about it at the gym last night. How do you bring up the idea of being a fetish worker to your girlfriend? Celeste had sold her nudes for a bit once, even I got on that train, it brought in a healthy amount of money from dirty, old men.

"Who what?" Her eyes bore into me with curiosity, I was lost in her grey and hazel eyes. I had never met someone with heterochromia until her. Shit, I didn't even know what it was until she explained it to me. All I know was, it's sexy as hell.

"Who want us to wrestle with them. They get hard on the idea of us beating them. We're strong, sexy women. We have worked on our bodies for many years Cel! We're fucking hot! And these men want sexy, muscular women like ourselves to dominate them. It's apparently this rush that goes over you! It's also like...wealthy ass men. These dudes are miserable in their lives and have all this money on their hands! Cel this could be our chance to pay for quite a bit!" I gave her thighs a little squeeze. I couldn't resist the idea of her, right now, as she thought of everything. These little shorts clung to her frame. Her toned thighs were almost too big for the little rainbow printed garments. I couldn't help myself. I straddled her lap, pulling off her oversized tank top. Her breasts sat in front of me, these perky D's, I loved seeing her bite at her lip when I played with her nipples. She would let out these soft moans that would soak me.