Sybs
Copyright© 2025 by Saul Ransom
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Can four undergrads succeed in a venture to service the female population around sin city? They need help, and find it in one smart, healthy, pretty young undergrad who really needs a job!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism
This is a tale paying homage to the hundreds - maybe thousands - of us grads working tables and counters across the country, looking for some way to make a living.
It’s embarrassing, I know, but then again, isn’t it a testimony to the state of the economy today that I couldn’t find a decent paying job anywhere within a 50 mile radius of my apartment?
I’m Randy Grange, 25 years old; decent looking, healthy, average size, I guess. Nothing that makes me stand out from the crowd. Two years ago, I graduated with a bachelor’s degree from Nevada College of Business along with three of my best friends. We had been neighbors and friends since kindergarten and didn’t see any reason to change course.
About a month into our final semester we decided that, since we had been in school for sixteen years without interruption, we wanted to have some time for ourselves to experience life before getting trapped in the workforce. My folks had barely made it through middle school and worked dead-end jobs - Mom as a “custodial service worker” (maid), Dad as a maintenance staff repairman for my high school.
They supported our decision, Dad telling me, “Hell, I don’t know how you managed to make it through high school, let alone college! You’re the first in our family to do both, and I’m afraid you might burn out if you don’t take a break!”
So there we were. We skipped the job recruitment fairs, didn’t bother looking at want ads, and didn’t even sign up for Indeed. We pooled our meager resources, saved from summer work over the years, shared an apartment in Reno, and began living the ‘Good Life,’ free of all ties.
After four months, reality broke down our door as we realized we didn’t have enough resources to maintain our carefree lifestyle through the end of the year. We faced being collectively broke within just a few months. None of us really had school loans, NCB being little more than a glorified high school, but rent, food, and transportation costs were unforgiving.
So we hit the job market nine months late. Too late, it turned out because businesses gear their hiring cycles to mesh with the end of the school year - and we had missed it. There were no public job fairs, and Indeed was as dry as Lake Mead in August.
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