ESCORTÉ

Earn It

*The Next Day*
September 5, 2025
Onika Maraj POV

I scrambled to make my 10:00 am law class at Columbia University. I had left that rich client, Beyoncé Knowles, late last night and spent the rest of the night studying. I was exhausted but I had to pass this class. It was my last class until I would take the bar. As I ran up the stairs to my class room, I dropped my binder and all my notes went flying.

"No! Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed into thin air.

At this point, this would be the feather that broke the camel's back. I wanted to give up. I was exhausted day in and out busting my ass doing things completely against my morals just for shit like this to happen. I bent over in my skirt to pick my papers up before I felt someone standing behind me.

"Sheesh." He said before walking around to stand in front of me. It was my professor whose class I thought I was currently missing.

I rolled my eyes. Professor Wright knew about what I did for a living and he never let me forget it.

I continued to organize my notes as best as I could while he gawked at me.

"Can I help you??" I asked with an attitude before he laughed and responded.

"It looks like you need the help."

"Why aren't you in the classroom? Have you canceled the lecture?" I asked. Cause if so, why the hell am I rushing for a class that hasn't started or is canceled?

"You really should check your canvas Maraj. I pushed the lecture back 30 minutes. Special guest coming. She's not in town often so I had to move some things around." He explained.

"Oh..ok?" I said, looking back down at my notes.

He then looked around before he walked up closer to me. I didn't feel comfortable with how close he was standing, but then again, I never did.

"Maraj.. I don't know why you continue to fall behind.. I told you if you needed some extra credit to come talk to me."

Hell no. What a creep, I thought.

"I'd rather earn it." I said simply, refusing to pay him the attention he craved.

"Hm. They tell me you do." He laughed as he walked off.

I stopped briefly from collecting my notes as U looked at him walk away with tears pooling in my eyes. How dare he say that to me? I wanted to cry but I refused to.

It took me about 20 minutes to properly reorganize all my notes and folders back into my binder. I even called Lauren for a pep talk since what he said had really gotten to me.

Before I knew it, I was walking in and finding a seat in the classroom. Normally, I wouldn't sit too close to the front to avoid Professor Wright but since we had a guest speaker, I sat in the second row.

I was going through my phone as I waited for class to start. I hadn't been on it all night except for to call Lauren so I was shocked to see a missed call from an unknown number earlier today.

Hm, a new client? I thought.

As I went to put the number in cashapp, Professor Wright walked in with someone. The entire class gasped when we saw her. Them because she's one of the richest brokers in the world. Me because... well.....

"Oh my God." I mumbled under my breath as I tried to cover my face. Just my fucking luck, I thought. I mean what are the odds.

"Hello class. My name is Beyoncé Knowles." She smiled warmly with that country accent. It was beautiful, ugh. "You all may know me already but I'm the CEO of Knowles' Partners, the fastest growing stock brokerage firm in the United States." There were slight murmurs from the class as she smiled comically while our shock settled in some more.

"Professor Wright is a good friend of mine. He thought you all may want to get a little insight into how I do business. After all one of you may join the legal staff of Knowles' Partners in the future?" Almost everyone but me enthusiastically said yes before she laughed and looked around. What a hard show to follow, I thought.

She then began her small lecture before her eyes landed on me. She had seemed confident before but now she stumbled over her words for the first time as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but quickly caught herself.

I cowered in my seat and took notes as much as I could while she talked but every now and then my mind would drift off to how none of these people here even knew how big her dick was. I couldn't focus how I normally would either because each time I looked up she was looking back at me. I didn't know how to feel about it. She was sweet last night but when I left she offered to pay for me. I'm an escort. I know that's how things work but she seemed different.. I don't know. Maybe I was disappointed in myself per usual. She even offered me an out with full payment but I conducted myself like a whore anyways. Or maybe it was the fact that I wanted to do more. My core was tingling and I was dripping the entire time I gave her head. It was one of only a handful of times where I did that for a client. Even then, I didn't enjoy it with them and I didn't put nearly as much.. effort into it as I did with her. If it was getting to the point where I enjoyed what I do, I needed to stop doing it.

As she wrapped her lecture up, she opened the floor for people to ask her questions. Once they were done she made it known that she would stick around briefly after class as well.

I made up my mind that I would run out of here as soon as it ended. But then I remembered that I had to talk to Professor Wright about some extra credit. The REAL extra credit and not his twisted version of it. Fuck. I would have to stay.

Once class was over, so many students approached Beyoncé. I was grateful because maybe they would occupy her until I was done talking to the professor. However, he was being weird per usual and kept me longer than I had hoped. By the time I was walking out Beyoncé was walking out as well.

Had she waited for me? I thought to myself. I couldn't take the confrontation so I tried to outwalk her..

"Onika." I then heard my name. My real name.

"How do you know my name?" I turned around quickly but still tried not to bring attention to us.

"The attendance..Onika.. Nicki.. It wasn't that hard." She laughed warmly, trying to reassure me.

I didn't respond to her before she spoke up again.

"Are you ok? Is this about last night?" She asked, her eyes squinting with concern.

I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath before responding. "Don't." She looked at me in confusion before I continued. "This is my school.. very few people know for the most part.. Just don't.. not here okay?" I felt myself growing ashamed.

The confusion never left her face. We stood in the hallway in silence before I spoke up again, a realization hitting me.

"Did you... call me?" I asked hesitantly.

She shifted in her position before she answered.
"Yes." but she quickly followed up with an explanation. "You left your card and I'm leaving tomorrow so..yes I called."

I looked at her with an unreadable expression before my binder and folders started slipping in my hands. She reached out to help but I pulled away from her.

"I got it...look I can't do this here.. This is my school.." I trailed off while looking at the roaming eyes of my fellow peers and professors. She was garnering so much attention but acted like it was only us here.

"I understand.." She said while bowing her head before I began to walk off. "Ms. Maraj?"

I turned around giving her a pleading look.

"Same room. Please stop by okay?" She asked quietly and sweetly.

I stood there in deep thought very briefly before I just walked off quickly, eyes following me on my way out.