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“What’s that?”

“Your homework. You like tests? You want to pass this class with tests? I got your book changed. They use this one for the self-paced trig class at Fullerton College. So it will transfer.”

I shake my head a little. The switch from sucking him off in the classroom to trig throws me back.

“What?” he asks, a smile creeping out. “You thought I was gonna pass you for sucking my cock? Please. You gotta earn everything with me, Shannon.”

“OK, I’m just surprised by the subject change.” But what else is new. Everything about him is a surprise.

“So here’s the deal. You do one test each time we’re together and then I fuck your brains out.”

“Hand it over.” I laugh.

“Ah, but there’s a catch. You gotta pass the test too.”

“Dammit. I can’t just pass a test in trig.”

“They typically only have a few questions.”

“Yeah, but those questions will take forever to work out.”

“Well, since you’re a beginner, I’ll cut you some slack for the first week. Every time you take a test, I’ll let you suck my dick.”

“Oh, my God.” He’s crazy.

“If you get one question right, I’ll lick your pussy.” He whispers that last part in my ear and I’m really going to need new underwear.

I take a deep breath. “What if I get two right?”

“Nah, it’s not that easy, grasshopper. Every time we meet and you take a test, you suck my dick. Every time you get one right, I lick your pussy. If you don’t pass the test, you don’t get fucked. But maybe I’ll let you rub one out in front of me to hold you over until next time.”

I throb. I need that cock. I mean, if I didn’t have to be so close to him, I could do without. But I will die if I have to come here for weeks and not get laid.

“And just to make it interesting, you’re gonna study naked. Take off your clothes.”

Chapter Fifteen

I don’t know much about this world. I’m only eighteen. I feel like a little baby seahorse in a sea of sharks, that’s how confusing life is for me right now. But I do know one thing for sure.

I should walk out of this house, call the police, and tell them what Mateo is doing.

I also know I’m not even close to doing those things. Some fucked-up part of me is intrigued, turned on, and on my way to being addicted to him.

I don’t give him the WTF are you talking about look or act shocked. Why would I? He prepped me for this, I realize. Last night when he came over.

‘Take your clothes off’ is a command I’ve heard before. Something I’ve obeyed before. He even gives me these few seconds to work this all out.

And it pays off. Because I lift my shirt over my head, slip my jeans down my legs, unclasp my bra, let it slide down my arms to the floor, and then wiggle out of my underwear. I stand there naked in front of him as a condition of being given the opportunity to learn trig, take a test, give him a blow job, get at least one question right, and get my pussy licked.

I’m officially sick.

But instead of thinking about how many therapy sessions I will require when this semester is over, I wonder… “How hard can the first test be?”

Mateo actually laughs.

I love laughing Mateo.

“You’re gonna pass that one, Shannon, but it won’t be as easy as you think,” he says, taking in my body with that wolfish gaze he has. “So let’s get started.” He points to the small kitchen table. There are only two chairs, one on each side of a window that faces the driveway. The blinds are up and the curtains are open. The house is sitting up higher than the driveway so if anyone did walk by, they probably could not see me.