Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 1

Suzie gets offered the vacation of a lifetime; with a catch.

By Liminally Spaced, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Suzie Travino was exhausted. She was on the train heading back home after a grueling first year at architectural design college. The daughter of a driven, Japanese mother and a successful Italian father, and the valedictorian of her high school class, everyone expected Suzie to follow in her father's footsteps and head off to an Ivy League undergrad with an eye on law school following, so it was a bit of a surprise that she decided to go into architectural design.

Most surprised, and most displeased, was her father. Suzie's dad had her whole future practically mapped out, and it definitely didn't involve architecture. She was going to go to the same school he did, at a reduced legacy rate, which would save money to put toward law school, where she would succeed wildly, ace the bar, and then take over his practice one day so he could retire.

This was not what she wanted, however, and the fact that she went against her father's wishes put that much more stress on her to succeed. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't' nearly as generous with his money as he would have been if she had just done what he wanted.

Suzie was tired of doing what other people wanted. Trouble was, she was good at it. She never rocked the boat, and was too concerned about how other people viewed her to ever stand up for herself and assert what she wanted.

Going to architecture school was the first thing she had ever done for herself, and it was dangerously close to blowing up in her face. Classes were harder than she ever imagined, and she had been focusing on nothing else for the past eight months. Maybe her dad was right, she thought, maybe she should have just done what he wanted. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have put on twenty pounds, and wouldn't have nightly stress dreams. Maybe she'd have time for a social life.

In high school, Suzie was a social butterfly. She was a people pleaser by nature, so she was easy to get along with, and easy to date, once her father allowed it. No dating till she was 18, he decreed, and Suzie obeyed. Once the time came she got a boyfriend, because that's what you were "supposed to do." She wasn't even sure if she really liked the guy, but her dad did, and he checked a box, so that was enough for her. At least that's what she thought.

She was also a perfectionist. Due to her nature, or due to the pushing of her father, Suzie always wanted to be the best at whatever she did, and she applied the same drive that made her high school class valedictorian to all facets of her life, including her love life. Suzie was determined to be the perfect girlfriend, even though she herself was unsure of what she truly wanted romantically. She wasn't even sure she even really liked men.

Despite only having one boyfriend, she had a pretty active fantasy life, as her hormones and desires started firing off, and more often than not when enjoying the pleasures of her own company she found herself thinking not about her boyfriend, or any man for that matter, but other girls in her class. Like Chrissy Thomas, the skinny, big-breasted theater girl.

Suzie liked Chrissy, and liked her style. Suzie couldn't help but notice that Chrissy definitely dressed to show off her considerable assets while never making it look like she was. Chrissy never showed skin or cleavage, but also never shied away from tight, form fitting tops that accented her flat stomach and huge tits. Something spoke to her about Chrissy's expression-through-repression, and it turned her on immensely. Suzie, like practically everyone in the class, male or female, was desperate to see her bare breasts, but it was the thoughts of sucking them, kissing them, kissing her, that made Suzie wonder about herself.

As stated, she wanted to be the perfect girlfriend. She knew being physical was a big part of that, and she was excited to experience it. Sex however, was off the table. She had plans, and was not willing to risk getting pregnant, no matter how many precautions were taken. This wasn't to say that Suzie and her boyfriend never got physical, however. She wanted to keep him happy, but wanted to make sure she didn't come off too slutty, and so as she prepared for dating, she decided that handjobs would be the extent of their sexual experimentation.

Maybe not ideal to some, but as mentioned before, Suzie was a perfectionist.

The first time Suzie experienced her boyfriend's cock, she was fascinated more than turned on. Both soft and hard at the same time, she liked touching it, and her boyfriend definitely seemed to like when she did so. She knew what the end result was supposed to be, and she had a basic idea of how to get there, but she was taken very much by surprise at how quickly he shot off that first time. She barely got her hand around it when suddenly he moaned and tensed. She saw two spurts of white leap out of his tip, and then her fingers got warm, sticky, and wet as the rest of his load pulsed out over her fingers like a melting ice cream cone.

She smiled; if this was all it took to get a guy off, she would have no trouble doing this from time to time.

The second time, however, didn't prove to be so simple. It took longer, and she realized she really had no idea what she was doing. She was determined to make sure that didn't happen again, so from then on, for the rest of their senior year-spanning relationship, Suzie practiced, much to her boyfriend's delight. By the time they broke up just before leaving for college, Suzie had gone from shy strokes to confident milking, and she felt confident that she gave the best handjob in her whole class.

But she wanted to know for sure. She needed to know for sure. She needed the only person who could tell her for sure: the biggest male slut in the school, Dez Carter.

Suzie and Dez didn't exactly travel in the same social circles. Dez was a star running back, Suzie was a star bookworm. But Dez had a reputation, and she was sure he'd be amenable to being part of her experiment.

So the final week of classes, Suzie approached Dez and laid it out for him: she needed to test her handjob skills on someone with experience, so she was offering a one time, no strings attached handjob in exchange for an honest review of her abilities.

"Just a handjob?"

"Just a handjob. That's it."

"What's in it for me?"

"What?" Suzie said in mild shock, "what do you mean what's in it for you? You get a handjob!"

"Why would I want a handjob from you when I could fuck practically any girl I want?"

He had a point. She might be giving him an orgasm, but at the end of the day it was he who was doing her a favor. Still, she was confident in her skills, so she went for broke.

"Ok, listen. If you let me give you a handjob, and if you can honestly say that it is not, hands-down, the best handjob you've ever gotten,” she took a breath, "I'll let you take my virginity. And you can tell anyone you want about it."

A big smile formed on Dez's face. He had always had a bit of a thing for Suzie, if only because she was such a big question mark. Always with the same guy, no stories about her, plus the allure of fucking the smartest girl in the class always made his cock buzz.

"I don't think your boyfriend's gonna like that."

It was true. She was still with her boyfriend, and part of her felt bad about going behind his back like this, but she also knew it was only a matter of time until they broke up and went their separate ways for college.

"He's not going to find out. Because I'm not going to lose."

Dez smiled again. This was a no-lose situation for him. Even if she was right, all he had to do was say it wasn't the best, and he was free to be the first one to fuck this fine Asian bookworm. That plus her cockiness made it impossible to say no.

That Friday, Suzie found herself in Dez's basement bedroom, wondering if she had gotten in over her head as Dez freed his big, black cock from his pants. She was slightly in awe. It was only the second cock she had ever seen, and it was much bigger than her boyfriend's. It would require every skill she had developed to please. Suzie gulped, stretched her hand, and got to work.

Suzie would leave Dez's house with her virginity, and her ego, fully intact.

Thinking about it later, given the situation, the heat of the moment, she was surprised she didn't sleep with Dez anyway. He was a good looking, experienced guy, it was sure to have been a good first time, but Suzie wasn't interested in that. Truth be told, she wasn't even that interested in it when it was her boyfriend she was with. He did his best when they fooled around, but he didn't have the same drive to be the best at it that she did. She told herself that's why she found her mind wandering anytime his hands made it between her legs. Why she needed to think of Chrissy Thomas' tits to get wet; why she needed to think of that one night, that one "almost" with the gothic smoke show Tara, to get anywhere even close to cumming.

Suzie obviously had considered she might be gay, or at the very least bi, but she pushed that possibility way down, straight out of her mind. Her parents wouldn't accept it, and neither would her life's plan. She was going to meet and marry a successful man and have children with him, and that was that. But still, anytime Suzie had a little too much to drink, her inhibitions started to slip away, and that little "what if?" inside her started to push itself up towards the surface.

Suzie didn't want to call her feelings for Tara a crush, but that's absolutely what they were. Tara was the kind of girl who just oozed sexuality, and Suzie just chalked it up to the fact that pretty much everyone, male and female, had naughty thoughts about Tara. But that didn't explain how; at a party one night Suzie found herself alone in a room with none other than Tara, touching, kissing, groping; feeling each other's bodies.

Tara was topless, revealing to Suzie a perfect pair of breasts that made her mouth water. She felt them. They were perfect. She kissed them; they tasted perfect. Tara squealed when Suzie instinctively took a nipple into her mouth and sucked. Then, a bolt of pure lightning shot through Suzie's body when she felt Tara's hand touch her cunt over her pants.

They rolled over. Tara's skirt bunched up. She took off her panties. Suzie felt a draw towards her flushed lips in a way she never did toward her boyfriend's cock. She dropped her head lower. Sliding towards it.

A phone buzz; her father.

Suzie snapped out of it, like she had awoken from a trance, and rushed out of the room with a flurry of embarrassment and "sorrys”.

Back at home Suzie did her best to get the vision of Tara's wet, willing cunt out of her mind. She pictured her boyfriend's hard cock as she touched herself that night, but it was Tara's cunt she saw when she started to cum.

She had high hopes for possible romance once she got to college, but those were quickly dashed once the intensity of her program revealed itself. With little time for anything else, she barely had time to make friends, let alone take a lover, save for a single night toward the end of her first year.

Working late at the lab, crunching to complete their projects for the semester, she and her classmate named Charles fell into each other's arms born out of sheer exhaustion and stress. He was cute and nice, and the spontaneity of it turned her on immensely. She needed a release, an explosion, and so right there in the architecture lab, Suzie found herself balanced on a nearby table, feeling a man push into her for the very first time.

It was sudden, it was fast, and if it hadn't been for Charles' semen splattered erratically on her lower stomach, she might not have even had proof anything had happened. She had been on birth control for a number of years, but even in the chaos of that moment, not having a condom, she was wise enough not to chance throwing her life off course by letting this random man finish inside her.

Suzie was happy it happened, and the experience wasn't unpleasant. She enjoyed the feeling of someone on top of her, the sweet pleasurable pain of a real life cock spreading her open, but afterward she found herself mildly disappointed. She had expected sex would be a new task for her to master enthusiastically, but whether because of the middling experience, or her overwhelming workload, she found herself generally disinterested with a repeat performance.

However, when the nights rolled around, and she was alone in her dorm room, she very enthusiastically slipped her dildo in and out of herself, thoughts of Chrissy's tits and Tara's cunt filling her desperate mind.

But now, here she was, back home after her first grueling year, doing her best to keep a face on that says school hadn't crushed her soul, that her social and love life weren't bottomed out, and that she knew exactly what she wanted and was being successful at getting it.

"Suzie, Arthur's coming by tomorrow, I want you to make sure you say hi to him. He's got an internship opening you'd be perfect for!" Her father shouted up at her as she settled into her bedroom.

Suzie groaned, and fell face first onto her bed. It was going to be a long summer.

Suzie slept harder and longer than she had in months. The next morning she didn't exactly wake up refreshed, but she definitely was on her way, and she had to admit the comfort of her own, familiar bed did wonders.

Padding down to the kitchen to make some toast and find some coffee, the thunderous,’ up-and-at-them’ voice of her father shook out whatever sleep was left in her head.

"Suzie doll! You slept almost all day! Is this the kind of slacking they teach you at that art school of yours?"

Suzie hated it when he called her university "art school." The blatant disrespect sent a spike of migraine through her temple every time he did. And for the record, it was 11 am, not exactly the whole day.

"Just trying to get some breakfast, dad," she said weakly.

"Well don't eat too much. Arthur's coming for lunch in an hour and you don't want to look too bloated. Get yourself together and come down so you can talk, okay?"

"Sure, dad," she said, already regretting coming home at all.

Suzie couldn't help but hear her father's words in her head as she looked at herself in the mirror, fresh out of the shower. "'Don't look too bloated,'" she repeated sarcastically as she looked over her body in the mirror, "thanks dad." It was true Suzie had put on weight, the freshman fifteen plus give or take five pounds extra, but she discovered her genes were on her side, noting that the added weight seemed to settle in the best places possible.

Skinny with small breasts and only the glimmer of an ass was how she had remembered herself, but the freshman fifteen (or twenty) had actually filled her out quite nicely. Her small breasts had plumped into solid handfuls, and her hips had developed a nice curve, turning that glimmer of an ass into something much more tangible. To her father she probably looked fat, but to her, she actually was starting to feel like a woman.

Throwing on a sensible blouse and some leggings, Suzie went down to find her father and Arthur lounging with drinks and a charcuterie board on the back patio.

Arthur was a young businessman her father had worked with for a couple years. A little over thirty and independently wealthy, Suzie's father was smitten with his success. He also appreciated Arthur's no nonsense straight talk, and the two became fast friends. Arthur quickly became a regular at the Travino household, and he and Suzie's dad loved to steal away and talk business.

Suzie wasn't even sure what Arthur's business was, but whatever it was he seemed to be very good at it. She stalked him online and found many a photo of Arthur in very expensive suits in very expensive locations, and apparently with a variety of different beautiful women. She did have to admit he was a good looking guy; that, plus his money and his skill at dressing, assured her he'd have no trouble finding someone to keep him company. They had become friendly, but he was firmly her father's friend, and neither paid the other too much mind.

Golden, wavy hair, a big smile, and an expensive watch rose to greet her, and she shook his hand and joined them at the table.

"Suzie, come on, is this what you'd wear to a job interview?" Her father said as they all sat down.

"I'm not at a job interview, dad, this is lunch at my house." she said with minimal snarkiness, reaching for a curl of prosciutto and cheese.

"Didn't you just eat breakfast?" Her father said flatly. The cheese tasted sour.

"So," Arthur interjected, trying to change the subject, "how'd your first year at Architecture Design school treat you?"

"Fine, thanks," Suzie said, meeting his smile with a weak one of her own. At least he took what she was doing seriously, unlike her own father.

"That's a tough beat; I have a few friends who've gone through there. Not all of them graduated, but the ones who did are doing very well for themselves."

She smiled again. She didn't need him to come to her defense, but it was still nice to have an ally.

"Yeah, it's intense; nothing I can't handle though."

"That's good to hear." He sipped his drink

"Enough about that," her father piped in, "you're not at school, you're home now, which means you need a job. Lucky for you Arthur here has an internship program that will get you some excellent experience in the business world, and he's willing to take you on for the summer!"

"Oh yeah?" Suzie said, her defenses rising up again, "and what exactly is it that you do, Arthur?"

"Mergers, acquisitions," he said, skipping the details because he knew she didn't care, "it's an international firm that moves around lots of assets. It might not really be your thing."

"What?" Her father blurted, "of course it's her thing! If you're gonna be a business lawyer you gotta know business!"

"Dad, I'm not; "Suzie's eyes rolled again, defeated.

"You know, there are some other firms I have connections to that could be much more applicable to what Suzie's interests are. I could make some calls; " There he was, doing his best again. Unnecessary, but appreciated.

"Don't be silly. Why go to the trouble; my Suzie is perfect for your program!"

Arthur looked at Suzie, who was glum and dejected.

"Listen, Suzie," he said, trying to smooth things over. He didn't want her to feel ganged up on. "Why don't you and I have lunch tomorrow, and I can give you the details of what the program entails, and if you like it, we can move forward, and if not, I'd love to hear all about your AD program. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!" Her father answered for her. "That'll give her just enough time to get her act together," he said rather sternly.

"Yeah, sounds great," Suzie weakly parroted. This was going to be rough.

She stayed silent, picking at her uneaten meat as her father yapped on to the son he never had, until finally she'd had enough and blurted out "I have to go, I think I just got my period."

Her father stammered as she left, the female reproductive system always being a point of embarrassment and discomfort for him. Arthur just smiled a wry smile, knowing exactly what sort of ruse she just pulled.

The next day, Suzie pulled on clothes even less appropriate for a job interview than the day before, and reluctantly met Arthur for lunch.

"Feel free to get anything you want; lunch is on me." Arthur said as the waitress came over.

"I'll have a mimosa," Suzie said, immediately testing the limits.

"Can I see some ID?" the waitress said, an eyebrow cocked.

Suzie stared at her for a second, then at Arthur, who raised his eyebrows at her in helplessness. "I'll have an ice tea," she grumbled, defeated once again.

"Nice try," Arthur laughed as the waitress left. "You know I wasn't sure if you would show up."

"Neither was I."

"Why'd you come?"

"Why'd you invite me?"

"Because I know what it's like to have an overbearing father who thinks he knows what's best for his kid."

Suzie started to soften.

"So you're not going to give me the internship?"

"God, no!" He laughed, "you clearly want nothing to do with it; which is fine, by the way, totally fine."

"Then what's this about?" she said, her guard still up a bit. The waitress delivered their drinks

"It's about lunch. Between friends." He raised his glass to Suzie. "And about relaxing, and having a break. We can both say we did it, and both tell your dad it wasn't the right fit, and I can get you some contacts you'll actually want. deal?"

Suzie tentatively raised her glass to his, a smile finally starting to crack through her stoic demeanor.

"Deal."

Lunch was delicious. Suzie and Arthur talked, they laughed, they bonded over how ridiculous her father could be. He turned out to be much more interesting than she expected, and was actually interested in hearing about her time at school. Soon the topic got to traveling, and Suzie let slip she knew a bit more about him than she let on.

"What do you mean you know I've been to Malta?" He said, big smile beaming.

"I've stalked you a bit online," she said with an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I mean I need to know what weird guys my dad's hanging around with."

"Oh I'm weird now?"

"Well you were weird. At first. Now you're just, mysterious."

"I see,”

"Malta looks beautiful though; my English teacher Ms. Dorman went there last year and had the most amazing pictures. I'm meeting her for lunch later this week, and I'm gonna ask her all about it."

"Julia Dorman?" he said with a slight hesitation.

"Yeah, wait; do you know her?"

"I know she went to Malta,” he paused, a smirk pulling at his lips, "because she went there with me."

"What?" Suzie exclaimed much too loud for their public setting.

"Is it so weird that two people around the same age would know each other in this town?"

"But you're not from this town."

"True."

"How did you meet? How long have you known her?"

"We met right around this time last year."

Suzie started doing the math in her head

"Last year? But her Malta pictures are from last year. Like July."

"Correct."

"So you met her in late May, and were taking her to Malta with you in July?"

"Correct."

"Were you guys dating?"

"No, I wouldn't say that."

"Then why did a woman you just met go on a trip like that with you?"

"Well,” Arthur paused. He hadn't expected he'd get into this area of his life today. But still, Suzie was fun, and he had no reason to lie. So he didn't. "The truth is I take a big, multi-week vacation every year, and every year I bring a different woman with me. Usually one I've only just met."

"What? Why?" Suzie asked, leaning in.

"Because I like meeting new people, and getting to know them."

"And you pay for the whole thing?"

"We each contribute,"

"There's no way Ms. Dorman could afford a trip like that, not on a teacher's salary." Suzie said, starting to become suspicious. "Is it a sex thing?"

"What?" Arthur started to laugh.

"A sex thing. Are you like paying these women for sex?"

"No, not at all," Arthur assured her. He paused as he tried to reframe it. "I'm not paying them for anything. We have, an arrangement." He took a sip of his drink. "And if at any time they become uncomfortable with our arrangement, they are free to leave, no questions asked, no hard feelings."

"I see," Suzie said, tumbling over what that might all mean in her mind. "How many times have your companions, asked to leave early?"

"It's never happened."

"I see." There was a small pause, not awkward, per se, but dense, before Suzie checked her watch. "Well damn, if we haven't been here yapping for two whole hours! I should probably get going."

"That sounds good, it was great talking with you, hopefully this was relaxing."

"It was!" she said honestly. "And thank you so much for lunch. I'm glad we did this. You're, much more interesting than I expected."

Arthur laughed "I'll take that as a compliment. And I'll be in touch with those Arch contacts soon, sound good?"

"Sounds great." she smiled. They shook hands. She turned to leave, but something stopped her. "So who you going with this year?"

"Hmm?"

"On your trip, who you going with?"

"I don't know. I, haven't met the right person yet."

"Well, good luck!" she gave a thumbs up and started off on her way, immediately mortified at how awkward she just was.

Suzie sat across from Ms. Dorman, or Julia as Arthur knew her, and just couldn't believe it. Everyone at school who knew her knew Ms. Dorman had been engaged for a long time, so the revelation that she went on an elaborate, expensive trip with a man she had just met seemed surprising and, unlike her.

At 29 Ms. Dorman was still young, but she never displayed any kind of impulsiveness, at least not that Suzie ever saw. She knew Ms. Dorman was smart, seemingly much smarter than her small town teaching job gave her credit for. Suzie identified with that unspoken aspect of Julia's personality, and the two bonded quickly. She and Ms. Dorman had become friends, and were happy to get the chance to catch up. Freed from the formalities of teacher and student, Ms. Dorman seemed looser, more like a peer. With only 10 years between them, Suzie felt it too, and was glad to have a friend like her to talk to.

Suzie always liked the way Ms. Dorman dressed, stylish but not provocative, always managing to find something that went with the thick-rimmed glasses she was currently pushing up her nose after a hearty laugh. Unassuming and by the book, always ready with a big beautiful smile, when most people say the word cute, Julia Dorman was what they were picturing.

So what was she doing in Malta with a guy like Arthur?

"I saw your pictures from Malta," Suzie declared as their shared laughter settled. She took a bite out of a breadstick and scanned Ms. Dorman for a response.

"Oh?" She said, slowly stirring her drink with her straw.

"Yeah, they were gorgeous."

"Thanks; it was a pretty amazing time.

Julia gave up nothing so far. Suzie pressed on.

"Who did you go with?"

"Just a couple friends." A sip of her drink.

"A couple friends?" Suzie volleyed back, staring straight at her, following up with "Or just one?"

"A couple friends," Julia offered back with a quick smile.

"Was one of them named Arthur?"

The stirring stopped.

"Um, why would you, I don't,” Julia struggled for a response.

"Come on, Ms. Dorman, don't bullshit me!" Suzie laughed, "You went to Malta with Arthur Eckhart, and definitely no other freinds." her laugh continued. Ms. Dorman began to turn beet red.

"Oh my God,” Ms. Dorman muttered with embarrassment. "How do you; "

"He's a friend of my father's. I was having lunch with him, discussing an internship thing, and it came up that he and I have a mutual friend, i.e. You. Unless he was lying to me,” Suzie's eyebrows raised to the ceiling waiting for a response.

Julia sighed, defeated. "Yes. Last year when I went to Malta, I went with Arthur Eckhart."

"Ms. Dorman, you hound!" Suzie exclaimed.

"No, no, it's not like that," she denied, face still red, "he and I are just friends."

"Oh yeah? Then how come you went to Malta with him and not your fiancé?"

Julia's face dropped. A sore spot. Before she ever heard her response, Suzie began to feel bad for bringing it up.

"Richie and I broke up. Shortly after graduation last year."

"Oh no!" Suzie pouted. She had met Richie once and thought he was a good dude. "I'm sorry to hear that; what happened?"

"It just didn't work out. It had been over for a long time, we just didn't realize it. The engagement was a last ditch effort, but,” Ms. Dorman trailed off, choosing not to give all the details. Details like how they hadn't had sex in over a year, and how Julia had begun an affair with her co-worker, Dennis Ridley, who Suzie was sure to know as the school Gym teacher. She didn't mention how they'd meet every week or so, in her car, in the locker room, sometimes even in her classroom, and he'd fuck her. Poorly. She left out how she knew the first time she sucked his crooked cock and he held her head down as he came in her throat that he was never going to focus on her pleasure. She left out how guilty and degraded she felt bent over some conveniently sturdy piece of school furniture while he emptied himself into the condom inside her. How that somehow drove her to keep doing it. She left out how she cut it all off the first time Ridley tried for her ass, and how she told Richie everything that night. How Richie cried, and then admitted he had been sleeping with his ex-girlfriend. ", it just didn't work out."

Suzie reached out and took Julia's hand, tenderly. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Dorman."

"It's ok, it was for the best." She said, trying to perk up. "And please, if we're going to be friends, you need to call me Julia."

"Sure thing," Suzie said with a smile. "So how did you hook up with Arthur?" Suzie chose her words intentionally.

"His nephew graduated in your class; Brent Deacon."

"Oh yeah, Brent! I had no idea,”

"And so Arthur was in town for his graduation, and we met at the ceremony. My engagement was off by June, and well, I decided I wanted to take a chance and do something wild!"

"I'd say mission accomplished!"

"Yeah, Yeah me too."

Julia was staying mum on details, but that didn't deter Suzie.

"So did you find it to be reasonable?

"What's that?"

"The 'arrangement.'"

Julia's eyebrow went up. "Um,”

"Don't bother trying to dodge it, he already told me about it. Well, not details, but he said you guys had an arrangement to uh, split costs."

"That's true," she said with a slight shift in her seat.

"And?"

"And I found it, quite fair." Julia cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses.

"I see," Suzie said, watching her teacher's reactions. "I gotta know, Ms; Julia, if he asked you to, would you go again?"

"Absolutely."

The two sipped their drinks in a moment of silence before moving on to another subject.

That night, Suzie tossed and turned. She couldn't stop thinking about what arrangement Ms. Dorman might have had with Arthur. What a newly single Ms. Dorman might have done to hold up her end of the bargain. They were both good looking people. She imagined them fucking on some grand balcony overlooking a gorgeous view. She wondered what Ms. Dorman liked. What she was willing to do. What she looked like naked.

She wondered what Arthur liked. What he wanted.

Fuck, she was horny. She hadn't had a chance to get herself off since she got home, and she was starting to feel it. She wondered how often Ms. Dorman got herself off.

She needed a distraction. She needed to get laid. So the first thing she did the next morning was send a thinly veiled text to her ex. They made a date for that night. Suzie felt a pleasant tingle in her belly.

That evening Suzie dressed to impress. A skirt that was short enough to entice, but not too short to be lewd, a nice jacket on top of a top that showed just enough skin, her newly-plump tits pushed up delightfully. Her makeup was on point. Her hair was on point. Simply put, she looked good.

Before she could head out, the booming voice of her father stopped her.

"Where you off to, Suzie?"

"Just meeting some friends, dad."

"Well don't stay out too late; I heard the internship didn't work out, so you're coming to the office with me tomorrow, ok?"

"But dad, I,"

"That's not a request, honey."

Suzie stood still, fuming. The level of control her father was exerting was already beginning to strangle her, even only after a couple days. She needed breathing room. She needed to be her own person. She had earned it.

Her anger never fully abated, even when she and her ex rolled around in the backseat of his car. They struggled to get their clothes off, and she felt a twinge in her back as he took her nipple into her mouth. He was overexcited, she was overly angry; it wasn't a great combination. It was clear they both needed more than just a classic handjob, so she didn't even try to limit him. They just tumbled together, tore at each other’s clothes, he sheathed himself quickly, and pushed deep inside her.

He fumbled to find a rhythm, clearly not much more experienced at it than she was, and they struggled to find a position that was comfortable. Soon Suzie found herself on her hands and knees, in the sweaty back seat of her ex's car, getting fucked at more than getting fucked, and suddenly had an epiphany that this was what was in store for her summer if she didn't make a change: days working a job for her father she didn't want, nights getting inelegantly penetrated by the closest guy she could find.

She felt him tense, grab her ass, push into her one more time, almost pressing her face against the door of the backseat, and cum.

Less than a half hour later she was back home, in her room, sore and unsatisfied. Once again she thought of Ms. Dorman. This time she kept thinking of Ms. Dorman, of Malta, and pretty soon the fingers that had slid down between her legs pulled a strong, buzzing orgasm out of her wound up, stress-filled body.

Suzie relaxed, mind clear.

She grabbed her phone and sent a text message.

"I want it."

"Want what, the internship?"

Arthur studied Suzie closely across the table. She had requested another lunch meeting via late night text, but wasn't sure about what. He could tell she was agitated, though.

"No," she said as confidently as possible. Truth was, she was shaking like a leaf with nerves on account of what she was about to ask. But she was doing it only for her, and that gave her strength. "I want to go with you. I want to be your vacation girl this year."

"What?" He said with an incredulous laugh. Not the response she hoped for.

"I want to be your vacation girl. Wherever you're going I want to go too."

Arthur scanned her. She was serious.

"Why?"

"Because I'm sick of other people telling me how to live my life. I want to do something for me for once. Something big. Something bold."

"No, I couldn't. Your father;"

"My father doesn't own me. Neither do you."

"You're only nineteen!"

"I'm an adult, and fully capable of making adult decisions."

Arthur paused. "Suzie, I don't think you know what you're asking."

"Why, because of this cryptic agreement? Tell me what the terms are, and I assure you I'll be agreeable."

He scanned her again. No sign of lies.

"This is something you really want, isn't it?"

Suzie stared him dead in the eye. "Arthur, it's something I need." She held his gaze, proving to him she wouldn't break. "The terms. What are they?"

"Suzie, I couldn't;"

"You can, and you will. I don't want you to treat me any differently than any of your other girls."

No lies again.

He had to admit she was striking. The touch of Japanese to her features was alluring, but it was her strength and determination he found most attractive. If she wanted it, he'd give it to her. He'd give her the deal and see if she flinched.

"The girls who travel with me must agree to one thing. They're free to do whatever they please on the trip; they can stick with me, they can do their own thing, it's up to them. I will, and am happy to, pay for all aspects of the trip. All I ask is one thing in return."

Suzie steeled herself for the catch.

"All I ask is that whenever I request it; and I mean whenever I request it; the women who travel with me must perform oral sex on me to completion."

Suzie didn't show it, but she felt sweat form on her back. It was quite a deal; the world at her fingertips, and all she had to do was suck this man's cock on demand. This attractive, powerful man. She had never sucked any man's cock before, something she wasn't about to let on. She gulped.

"Just oral?"

"I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do. The only requirement is oral sex, and it is non-negotiable."

Suzie felt her body tingle. This was an exciting prospect. Exciting, scary, a venture into the unknown that she knew at the very least would tell her things about herself she hadn't quite figured out yet.

"And this is the same deal Ms. Dorman agreed to?" Her body tingled again as she thought of Ms. Dorman, on her knees, sucking Arthur's cock.

"Yes."

Suzie took it all in. Swirled it around in her mind; the fears, the possibilities, the sensations, the freedom. She took a final gulp of her drink, straightened herself up, and asked one final question:

"When do we leave?"

To be continued.

By Liminally Spaced for Literotica