Phoebe Miller aka Gemini is a dedicated and exceptional student at Stanford University by day and a kink-indulging sex worker by night, but she loves her work. She loves sex. In fact, she may be addicted. Just how far will she go to get an A?
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Mona Lisa.
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I stay in a two room double on campus which means that I share a bathroom, but the room is my own to do with as I please, within reason.
Typically, I'm milking this privacy for the money to fund my education while simultaneously releasing my sexual tension in the most taboo of ways.
Sighing, brush my teeth and reapply my lip gloss in the mirror. I can feel tremors in my poor peach, she's reminiscing on the good times when she was exhaulted like the queen she is. Men would spend literal hours worshiping her every crevice and pay me handsomely for it.
Four days down, ten to go, I tell myself.
Sex is my ideal outlet for stress relief. It's my interest, my hobby, my reprieve. As you can imagine, I have to change my sheets on a daily basis, but I don't mind that.
Yes, I have brought a number of guys over to participate in certain acts that I'm sure my bathroom mate has heard through the wall. She doesn't look me in the eye anymore though I always speak to her.. and she hasn't done so for the past month or so. I think she's traumatized.
Tickled, I re-apply my sunscreen and change into my grey PINK leggings with matching sports bra, pulling my 360 install into a curly high bun and stretching to prepare for my mid-day jog.
Everyday, I jog through the Main Quad and work up a sparkle, since princesses don't sweat.
I carry a pink hydro flask and I jog as far as I can push myself to go, often ending up at the Oval, a place where students play volleyball and walk dogs. I like to sit out from time to time and watch.
Then I head back to my room and assemble my hygiene kit to take into the bathroom. I shower, cleanse, exfoliate if necessary, moisturize, and redress for the evening.
Today's evening wear is a black graphic half shirt with a gold crown printed on and black high waisted shorts with black platform sneakers from Dolls Kill. I add my gold anklet for mood before turning on my music.
Pretty little bird, pretty little bird You've hit the window a few times (the window a few times) You're pretty little bird, pretty little bird You still ain't scared of no heights When the spiral down feels as good as the flight When hating you feels good for the night When the morning comes, I hope you're still mine
My cellphone rings and it's Natalie, one of the black girls in this dorm. The first day we met, we made a silent pack to stick together, us and a couple others, and months down the road we've stuck to it.
"Back from your jog, Gem?"
"Yes, and I'm looking at my notes so no you cannot borrow them."
"Jokes on you, I took them yesterday when you were jogging and made copies, I'm set."
