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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards@yahoo.com.  I am easily
approachable and delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 

Cell Phone Slave Part 7
By Shon Richards

	Some nights were more miserable than others.  The heat in the
dorm only abated slightly at nights.  The flimsy shades did
little to keep out the powerful orange floodlights outside. 
Amaya had brought her pillow from home but it didn't make up for
the hardness of her university issued bed.  Sleeping was a
constant struggle.

	Then there was the complication of Amaya's roommate, Helen. 
During the week, Helen would arrive late at night, waking Amaya
up from whatever hard fought sleep she had managed to get.  She
always brought her boyfriend, and more times than not, they would
fuck before settling down.  These messy fucks in the not quite
darkness always aroused Amaya and left her frustrated.  She often
cursed them under her breath for keeping her awake but she never
gave voice to the anger she felt over not having a boyfriend of
her own.

	This is why Amaya was looking forward to Sunday night.  Surely,
not even Helen and her bar hopping could find a place to get
drunk on Sunday night.  Amaya looked forward to an entire night
of sleep.  No drunken fumbling with the door to scare her, no
messy sex to make her feel lonely, just eight solid hours of
sleep.

	Helen found new ways to surprise her.  At two forty-five, Helen
banged on the door, yelling for Amaya to open up because she
couldn't get the key in the door.  Rick had an off-campus friend
who invited them to a Sunday party.  The two were twice as wasted
as usual and they couldn't stop giggling when Amaya let them in.
They smelled of smoke and something else twice as acrid.  Rick
thanked her for letting them in while Helen grabbed Rick's ass. 


	Amaya crawled into bed and tried to shut out the sounds of the
couple across the room.  Tonight they were far more vocal.  Helen
told Rick to give it to her while Rick called her a sexy girl. 
It took them nearly an hour to finish before they both collapsed
into even louder snores.  

	In her bed, Amaya was near tears.  She was exhausted and she
felt so out of control.  It was just like the cage earlier today
when the janitor looked at her and she was helpless to stop him.
There was nothing she could do about Helen and her damned
boyfriend who was so fucking hot except for the fact that he
fucked Helen.  Why did she keep getting into these situations? 
When was she going to have control again?

	Depressed and unhappy, Amaya went back to sleep.

	She was awoken again but this time it was Helen yelling at her
to answer her phone.  Amaya squinted at her clock as she picked
her phone up.  It was a quarter after four.  What was Wesley
calling at this hour?

	"Hello?" she whispered.

	"Amaya, good.  I was afraid you would miss the call and the game
would have ended."  Wesley sounded disturbingly awake.

	"Wait a second, let me get in the hall.  My roommate and her
boyfriend are sleeping."

	Amaya grabbed her glasses and stepped out into the hallway.  The
entire dorm was eerily quiet.  It was easy to believe she was the
only person awake in the world.  Well, except for Wesley.

	"Your roommate's boyfriend is spending the night?" Wesley
asked.

	"Yes," she answered after yawning.  "He comes over every night.
Usually drunk and loud."

	"I see," Wesley said.  "And I assume you don't like this?"

	"Course I do," Amaya snapped.  "I love waking up in the middle
of the night.  I love hearing them fuck.  What the hell would I
need a night's sleep for?"

	Amaya froze with fear.  Fuck!  She just mouthed off to Wesley! 


	Luckily, he chuckled.  "Then why don't you ask her not to?"

	Amaya's stomach twisted.  "I should," she admitted.  "But Helen
would just cal me jealous.  Besides, they have no where else to
fuck."

	"Amaya, listen to me," Wesley said.  "You have a remarkably
submissive personality.  You obey wonderfully but you don't have
to obey everyone.  You'll be a lot happier once you start being
more selective to who you submit to."

	She swallowed.  "I'm not submissive.  I just like playing these
games, you know?  And I can use the money."

	"I have little interest in debate, Amaya," Wesley said. 
"Besides, we're wasting valuable time.  I had a game in mind for
you but now I think I would rather you took advantage of your
situation.  Tell me, does Rick sleep against the wall or near the
edge of the bed?"

	"The edge," Amaya answered.  Her heart was doing that familiar
racing again.  It was a mixture of fear and arousal and although
she dreaded what Wesley was going to say next, she knew she would
go along with it.

	"Good.  Quietly as you can, go back into your room and follow my
instructions."

	She did as he asked.  Wide-awake now, her hand trembled when she
closed the door.  Rick was right where she said he was, sleeping
on the edge of the bed.  

	"Is he sleeping on his back?" Wesley asked.

	"Yes," Amaya answered as quietly as possible.  

	"Excellent.  Now my non-submissive girl, I want you to very
quietly pull up a chair to the bed so you can sit comfortably
beside Rick.  Place your chair by his hips please."

	Amaya bit her lip.  She wasn't submissive!  The submissive girls
in erotica were always these helpless girls who whined and craved
abuse.  Amaya wasn't like that at all.  It was Wesley she craved.
 It was the excitement of never knowing what was going to happen
next that excited her.  She was not some wimpy girl who rolled
over and did whatever people asked. 

	She moved her desk chair next to Rick's hips though she knew it
was more accurate to call it his crotch.  There was no doubt
that's why Wesley wanted her here.  Helen kept snoring, her back
to the rest of the world.  Amaya felt an uprising of guilt build
in her although she hadn't done anything yet.  That guilt was
tempered with a desire to do something terribly naughty to pay
Helen back for this late nights.  Besides, it wasn't Amaya doing
this; she was just doing what she had to win tonight's game.

	"I'm here," Amaya whispered on her phone.

	"Now pull back the blankets so you can see his underwear. 
What's the boy's name again?"

	Amaya gulped.  "Rick," she whispered.  Answering his question
was easy; doing as he asked was not.  It was what she expected
but to be this close to Helen and her boyfriend was very scary. 
She lifted the blanket very carefully, terrified that they would
awake at any moment.

	Underneath the blankets, Rick wore simple white briefs.  There
was a large wet spot visible even in the dim light.  It was
centered on the top of his bulge and Amaya wondered if it was
semen or Helen that stained his underwear.  

	"Once you have the blankets pulled down, I want you to fish his
cock out of his underwear.  Let me know when you have it
exposed."

	"Oh God," Amaya thought.  She looked at his tight underwear and
tried to figure out how to do what he asked.  It didn't occur to
her to refuse.  Amaya tried to tug the waistband down but it was
too tight.  She swallowed hard and stared at his crotch.  After a
moment, she realized the side of his underwear was pretty loose.
Amaya slid the underwear sideways to reveal Rick's cock and
balls.  The smell of sex was stronger now and Amaya felt the heat
rush to her own sex.

	"It's out," Amaya whispered.

	"Use your mouth and get your hand nice and slick," Wesley
instructed.

	Here it comes.  Amaya knew Helen would kill her if she woke up
but Amaya couldn't resist the chance.  She stuck her tongue out
and licked her hand in one long swipe.  It tickled her palm and
she wasn't nearly wet enough.  Amaya took a minute to really get
her hand wet, licking and coating her hand with as much spit as
possible.  She knew that Wesley was listening to every wet sound;
his low moans were very audible in the quiet dorm.  Amaya
smiled.

	"My hand is wet," Amaya whispered.  She knew what he would ask
her next but she wanted him to say it.  She wanted to hear his
request and have her excuse to do what she was dreaming about
doing anyway.

	"Now stroke Rick off.  Get him hard and get him off."

	"Yes," Amaya sighed.  There was no question now.  Amaya HAD to
do it.  For eight hundred dollars and another successful game,
she had to stroke off her roommate's boyfriend.  The finality of
his command erased all further doubt.

	His cock was already wet when she touched him.  Amaya realized
it was still slick from being inside Helen.  It made her smile. 
She lifted his limp cock and wrapped her fingers around his
length.  Even limp he was a little large.  Amaya grinned wickedly
in the darkness.  There was more than enough to share.

	She stroked him.  Rick continued to snore and his snores mixed
with Helen's.  His cock grew warmer in her hand and started to
throb.  Stroke by stroke, it grew harder in her hand.  It took
everything she had to just not squeeze him and truly enjoy his
girth.  Amaya sighed.  She really needed to get laid by someone.


	Wesley said nothing but Amaya knew he was there.  Her attention
was split between the hot cock in her hand and the sexy demanding
man on the other end of the phone.  As she stroked Rick, she
wondered if Wesley was stroking himself.  She hoped he was.  

	Her hand got dry and she had to get it slick again.  This time
when she licked her hand, it tasted like cock.  She rolled that
sweaty flavor in her mouth and sighed.  It had been far too long
since she had a real cock.  Wesley groaned again while she licked
her fingers and she enjoyed knowing he was groaning for her. 
Amaya hoped she teased him as much as his games teased her.    

	She returned to stroking Rick and she enjoyed the feeling of
flesh back in her hand.  Amaya could get used to this.  Her old
boyfriend used to ask for handjobs, but as they moved on to
outright sex, there was little need for her hands.  It was a
shame.  Amaya liked the way she held a man's attention she had
him by the cock.  She also liked touching and feeling the cock,
something you can't do as minutely when it is being rammed inside
you.  

	Amaya's daydreams were interrupted by the sound of a moan.  At
first she thought it was Wesley but with dawning horror, she
realized it was coming from Rick!  He had stopped snoring and now
his eyes were open.  She froze in mid stroke, not sure what to
do.

	She must have gasped because Wesley asked her what was wrong.

	"Rick's awake," she whispered.  Her hand was still around his
cock.  It throbbed in her grip.

	"Give the phone to Rick," Wesley said.

	Amaya did as he asked, passing the phone to Rick.  The confused
guy took the phone and listened to whatever Wesley had to say. 
After a minute, he passed the phone back to Amaya.  He was
grinning ear to ear.

	"Keep jerking him off," Wesley said.  That was it.  

	Well, there was no point arguing.  Amaya returned to stroking
him.  This time Rick moved with her, pushing and pulling with her
grip.  It was certainly more entertaining for Amaya.  She could
squeeze harder now and really enjoy the feel of his cock.  He was
thrusting his hips with her strokes now.  They worked well
together and Amaya couldn't help imagining how nicely they would
fuck.  

	Rick wasn't content to just lay there.  He reached up and
pressed his hand against Amaya's nightgown.  She groaned as his
hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently.   His finger found
her nipple and gave it a tiny pinch.  She moaned in response and
Wesley just chuckled.

	"Give Rick long strokes," Wesley instructed.  "All the way down
to the bottom of his cock and then back up to his tip.  Cap your
thumb over his cock head and let it slide down when your hand
moves down."

	"Yes," Amaya whispered.  Whether in agreement or compliance, not
even Amaya was sure.

	She cried out when Rick squeezed hard on her breast.  He quickly
let go and Amaya was a little disappointed.  She liked it but he
misinterpreted her cry.  Amaya wished he would do it again but
what was she going to do, make requests?

	His hand moved down to her legs and Amaya didn't even think. 
She just parted her thighs and his hand slipped right under her
gown.  As she kept stroking him, Rick's hand touched her thong. 
This time she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.  He
explored a little, touching here and touching there against the
thin fabric of her thong.  The heat between her thighs was
incredible.  Amaya felt her sex was in danger of burning Rick's
fingers.  Why doesn't he just pull the material aside and plunge
in there?

	As if reading her mind, Rick whispered, "Can I?"

	Amaya swallowed.  It was up to her.  She almost said yes but she
looked over at Helen.  The blonde was still asleep but for how
long?  What if Amaya moaned too loudly and woke her up?  What if
Helen could somehow smell Amaya on Rick's fingers?  Then Amaya
remembered what Wesley had said about being more selective.  She
shook her head 'no'.

	Rick sighed but then groaned as Amaya's fist tightened around
him.  He clenched all over, from her bending knees to his
retreating fingers between Amaya's thighs.  It was time.

Amaya watched as Rick's cock ejaculated.  It didn't explode or
send cum flying everywhere.  It just spilled fluid from the tip.
The cum flowed down over Amaya's hand and she was struck by how
hot it was.  She had forgotten how warm it could be.  The cum
mixed with her spit into a big sticky mess.  She kept stroking
though while Rick gritted his teeth.             

"He came," Amaya whispered.  

"Good, you have delighted me again," Wesley said.

Amaya giggled.  "I think I delighted Rick."

Wesley groaned.  "Some day soon, you're going to do the exact
same thing for me."

She got a little light headed.  "Okay" was all she could get
out.

"Enjoy the rest of your day, Amaya.  Oh, and take the bus to the
mall today and really spend some of your money, okay?"

"Umm, all right," she said and then he hung up.

That was a strange request.  But compared to sitting here with
Rick's wilting cock and her cum soaked-hand, it wasn't that odd.
Amaya put down her phone and looked at Rick.  He was watching her
intently.  What had Wesley said to him?

"That was nice," he said.

Amaya giggled.  "I'm glad you liked it."

She pulled her hand away and wasn't sure what to do with it. 
Even in the dim light, Amaya could tell her hand was glistening.
What was the etiquette in this situation?  Was it rude to just
wipe it off right away?  Was she supposed to be happy with having
a fist full of come?

"Here, use her bedsheet," Rick said.

Amaya liked that idea.  She grabbed the corner of Helen's sheet
and just rubbed her hand all over it.  First she jerked off
Helen's boyfriend and now she's leaving a mess on Helen's bed. 
Amaya was feeling downright evil.  She liked it.

"I guess I should get back into my bed," Amaya said.

Rick nodded.  "Maybe next time I can do something for you."

Amaya blushed.  "Maybe," she said.

She put the chair back and crawled into bed.  The clock depressed
her, telling her she barely had a couple of hours before she
needed to get up.  Amaya sighed.  She was already exhausted and
now she was horny too.  If she masturbated, would she get any
sleep at all?

Amaya fell asleep before she could decide.  The alarm woke her
back up and when she turned it off, she noticed her hand still
smelled like cum.  Rick and Helen were still asleep.  Was it
Amaya's imagination or was Rick smiling in his sleep?

On her way to the showers, Amaya saw that another manila envelope
had been slipped under the door.  It was addressed to her.  She
snatched it up and took it with her to the shower stall.  Amaya
stripped out of her clothes before opening the envelope, although
she wasn't consciously aware of doing so.

Inside was eight hundred dollars in a large stack of twenties. 
The sheer volume of cash was overwhelming.  She didn't have a
wallet big enough to hold that much cash.  This amount alone
could hold her over for food until the financial aid came in. 
Add it to the amount she already had, what couldn't she do if she
wanted it?

There was also a note.

"Dear Amaya,

	This morning was not planned but we were both able to adapt.  It
was exciting to hear you masturbate a stranger, and it made me
think of how it will be if you were masturbating me.  

I will not call on you again till tomorrow.  Once again, I
suggest you take the local university bus to the mall.  Spend
some of that money and enjoy your victories.

Wesley."

Amaya read the letter several times before stepping under the hot
water.  When she lathered up, she couldn't help think about how
creamy her hand felt after jerking Rick off.  Rick suggested her
wanted to do something with her; Amaya couldn't believe he was
willing to cheat on beautiful Helen.  It made Amaya feel sexy and
desirable on a very lustful level; like being with Chris.

Thoughts of Chris made her groan.  He hadn't called yesterday,
well unless he was Wesley.  But if he were Wesley, would he
really have him masturbate his roommate's boyfriend?  For some
reason, Amaya preferred to think of Chris keeping her to his
self.  She remembered the way he groped her breast and the way he
kissed her.  It was hard for her to imagine Chris sharing her
tits with someone else but that might just be the romantic in
her.           

On the other hand, what if Chris wasn't Wesley?  If that was the
case, why hadn't he called?  She gave him her dorm phone number
but Helen's answering machine didn't have any messages from
Chris.  Did Amaya do something wrong?  Maybe he didn't like the
way she kissed!

Amaya groaned as she stuck her head under the showerhead.  This
is what she liked about Wesley; there was no ambiguity with him.
He liked to push her.  He liked to see how far she would go. 
Wesley will call tomorrow, and the next day and the day after
that as long as Amaya could keep up with him.  That was
comforting to know.

Rick and Helen were still asleep when she got back to her dorm. 
Now that she was a little more awake, Amaya had a sudden fear of
Helen discovering what had happened.  Scenarios where Helen
confronted Amaya ran through the frightened girl's mind.  It was
all too easy to imagine Helen finding out from Rick and then
yelling at Amaya.  She didn't really know what Helen would do if
she found out but she was in no hurry to find out.  For this
reason, Amaya gathered all the things she would need today.  Her
books, her purse and anything else that would let her avoid
coming home all day long.

Classes went well that day though Amaya was having a harder and
harder time concentrating.  She found herself completely lost in
Economics class far more often than what was usual.  In Biology,
she completely gave up on taking notes and wrote down a list of
things she wanted to buy today.  By the time World History rolled
around, Amaya was looking up at the clock every two minutes.  The
money was obsessing her, which after her past week over obsessing
about sex and guys, it was a nice change of pace.

 She debated going by her room to drop off her books but Amaya
chickened out.  Helen could be there.  Helen could know by now. 
Helen could be plotting something really really really mean any
moment now.

Amaya carried her very heavy backpack onto the bus and into the
mall.  There, she managed to forget Helen as she explored the
various stores.  The clothing stores were useless as none of them
catered to her size.  She did manage to find a nice purse and a
better wallet at Sears.  Amaya also blew some money buying nice
sneakers and some dress shoes.  It was odd to buy shoes so
expensive that her mother would freak, but that only made it more
fun.  Amaya never had much of a shoe fetish like other girls but
she was starting to appreciate the possibilities.  Maybe it was
just the infusion of money that made it more fun.

She ate dinner at the mall food court; delighting in the ability
to eat over priced food.  As she ate, Amaya realized she could
buy a few appliances if she needed to.  She went right back to
Sears and bought herself a small microwave.  It was pretty heavy
but Amaya liked the idea of being able to actually warm up a can
of soup if she wanted.  Now she just needed dishes . . .

By the time the mall closed, Amaya was lugging far too much to
safely carry.  Her arms were straining and her back was sore but
she was smiling too much to care.  She had a small microwave,
some dishes, some silverware, new shoes, a new purse and a lot of
other things she had needed but just lacked the money for it.  A
pair of gold earrings weren't exactly needed, but Amaya bought
them anyway just because she could.  If Wesley were to ask
something impossible tomorrow, Amaya had enough treats and left
over money to stay happy till her financial aid came.

Amaya's good mood disintegrated as she climbed the stairs back to
her dorm room.  In the pit of her stomach, she knew Helen was
there.  What could she say to the girl?  Amaya hated her roommate
enough to not feel guilty over her boyfriend but she still knew
that it was a wrong thing to do.  She braced herself as she
unlocked her door and stepped inside.

Helen's side of the room was gone.  The bed and desk were still
there, but they had been stripped.  There were no sheets.  There
were no books or makeup.  Helen had and all her stuff was gone.

There was a knock on the door.  In a daze, Amaya answered the
door.  It was some brunette she didn't recognize at first.

"Hello, Amaya is it?  I'm Shelly, the Resident advisor for this
floor?"

"Oh yeah," Amaya said.  "Uh, come in?"

Shelley smiled and came in but it was clear she was nervous about
something.  She fidgeted for a bit and sat on Helen's now empty
bed.  Amaya sat on her bed and looked at her.  Suddenly, Amaya
realized what had happened.  Helen had ratted her out!  

"Am I in trouble?" Amaya said.

"What?  No, no," Shelley said.  She took a deep breath and then
explained.

"This morning, the Dean of Students received a letter about Helen
and you.  It explained that Helen was letting her boyfriend sleep
over and that you were being threatened to keep quiet.  It even
included a picture of Helen and her boyfriend asleep in bed.  The
writer of the letter claimed to be a friend of yours that was
concerned over how you were being treated.  It then went on to
explain that if this matter wasn't taken care of, that you would
be pulled from this school and that the local authorities would
be asked to look into it."

Amaya stopped breathing.  Her heart felt like it was going to pop
out of her chest.  It must have been Wesley!  Or maybe it was
Chris!  

"Obviously, the Dean was really upset," Shelley continued.  The
R.A. grimaced and looked right at Amaya.  "She complained to my
adviser, who complained to me wanting to know why I didn't know
anything.  We checked with some of the girls in the hall, and
they all confirmed it.  Not that we needed any confirmation.  It
smelled like sex in her this morning."

Amaya bit down hard on her tongue.  She didn't know whether to
laugh or cry.  From the way Shelley was glaring at her, Amaya
knew the best thing to do was keep quiet.

"Helen was kicked out of dorm housing and so was her boyfriend,"
Shelley explained.  "She was really pissed about it.  We had to
get security to escort her out.  That doesn't bother me, she
seemed like a real bitch.  What does bother me is that I am now
on probation for something that could have been fixed if someone
had come to me about it."

Shelley could have fixed it?  Amaya felt her stomach spiral. 
Could she have avoided all this if she just stood up for herself
and reported it?  Amaya wondered if Wesley was right, was she
just submitting to any one who bossed her around?  

"I'm sorry," Amaya said.  "I didn't know what to do."

Shelley shrugged.  She didn't seem convinced.  "Well, for now
you're going to have to do without a roommate.  If you have any
other problems, and I mean ANY problems, then you contact me
before you tell your friends or parents."

What about my phone lover? Amaya thought.  She banished that idea
and solemnly nodded to Shelley.  The R.A. left the room after
giving her her phone number and Amaya tried to look contrite as
she closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Amaya jumped up in the air.  Helen
was gone!  She didn't even have to face her!  The bitch was gone
and Amaya was finally by herself!  Shelley had said she would
'have to do without a roommate' like it was some sort of
punishment!  Amaya laughed and flopped on her bed.

"I owe Wesley a really big thank you," she said out loud.  Amaya
thought back to what Shelley had said and her laughter stopped
cold.

The letter to the Dean had included a photo of Rick and Helen. 
That means who ever wrote it had come into the room.  That person
must have a key!

Amaya looked at the door and the lock that was no longer
trustworthy.  Being alone tonight didn't seem like a great idea
after all.

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