King's Orders

Chapter Three

**Warning: Situation/mentions of attempted sexual assault

"How much?" You asked.

"Eighteen thousand," the clerk responded. You loathed coming here it seemed every time you did the fees never ended. You groaned thinking you'd just made this money and just like that it was gone.

"I have eight now," you said.

You reached into your bag and handed the cash to the clerk. She looked at you, and you knew she wondered where it came from. You just stared back at her and dared her to ask it. She didn't. She counted it and wrote your receipt.

"The balance is ten thousand," she informed.

"Okay, that's not due for three weeks right," you asked.

"You're right," she answered.

"Okay, thank you," you said turning from the window and walking out the bursar's office. You breathed a frustrated breath out. You needed to pick up another gig and quick. You took out your cell and began a text to Toni.

MSG: Any other gigs?

You began walking through the campus knowing you had a class in twenty minutes. Your cell chimed, you looked at it to see a message from Toni.

MSG Toni: Spent it all already?

MSG: Easy come easy go.

MSG Toni: I hear that. What kind do you want? There's always a gig.

You thought for a moment; you didn't want a repeat of three nights ago. You wanted something normal, or as normal as something like this could get.

MSG: Something normal.

MSG Toni: Arm candy normal or costume normal?

You laughed to yourself. Of course, there were different levels of normal.

MSG: Arm candy normal. What does it pay?

MSG Toni: I can set you up with one of the high payers, keep in mind high payers sometimes want extra.

MSG: Of course, they do.

MSG Toni: Which would you prefer?

Your balance said you needed a high payer, no matter the "extras." Your morals said hell no. You had to pick which one to listen to.

MSG: High payer.

MSG Toni: All right, tonight, 8 pm, Beefstro in midtown.

MSG: Got it. Thanks, Toni.

MSG Toni: Don't thank me until you're home with your cash. You've been warned.

You felt as if you should change your choice, but medical school was not cheap, and the balance had to be paid. You put your phone in your bag as you walked into your anatomy class. You walked to a vacant seat and prepared yourself for the next hour.

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"What do you think of this one?" You asked while walking out of the dressing room in the black off the shoulder. The split was up your thigh, and you struck a pose to emphasize it. Trey stared at you but didn't speak.

"No? Too sexy?"

You looked in the mirror at your figure. Your breasts were spilling out, that coupled with your thigh it was too much skin.

"You look great," Trey finally expressed. You looked back to him to see if he was being serious or a sarcastic asshole. He looked serious, and his eyes were also glued to your ass.