Chapter 9 - Demands and Dancing

It was just after four in the afternoon on a Monday when Becky received the text she had been expecting. Jake always texted her around the same time. She sighed as she picked up the phone, wondering what kind of picture she would be taking today to add to his sordid collection of pictures of her.

“Welcome back from Christmas Break. It’s time to push you a bit. I want a POV picture of you with your mouth sucking a real cock. Your hands must be visible and I want it taken by the guy who you suck off. You have an hour.”

Becky’s jaw dropped, she couldn’t believe it. It was the first day of classes after the new year and Jake was asking her to do that? And she only had an hour.

Jake’s photo demands usually came with the hour time limit, but she had never had to get anyone else involved before. Shit, what was she going to do? Who was she going to ask?

As soon as the answer hit her she bolted out her door and down the hall.

She couldn’t believe it and shook her head as she knocked on the door. When Patrick opened the door he looked rather surprised but motioned her in any way.

“Patrick,” Becky started, before taking a deep breath, “I need a very weird favor.”

Patrick’s face took on a look of even more shock. “Okay then, we’ll, um, what is it you, uh, ne-need Becky?”

It was Becky’s turn to sigh.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, you’re not the only guy who has been blackmailing me. There’s another, who demands pictures every day, and I,” it was Becky’s turn to have trouble speaking, “I need your help to do today’s picture.”

Patrick looked surprised, not at the being the only guy who was blackmailing her piece (which Becky didn’t notice his lack of surprise), but more so at the needing his help bit.

“Go on,” he said, a little smile on his face.

“I need a picture of me with my lips wrapped around a real dick. Both my hands must be visible so you would have to take it. I have less than an hour to get this done.”

When Becky said the last part, Patrick’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “So basically you’re at my mercy for getting this photo.”

A sigh escaped her lips when she realized what she had just lost by telling him the whole truth of the matter. She gave a small nod and quietly said, “yes.”

Patrick thought about the situation for a very long moment, it was pretty excruciating for Becky, but she knew that Patrick was her best option without really having to whore herself out there.

“Okay, I’ll help you out, but I have conditions.”

‘Of course you do Patrick,’ thought Becky. She however put on a smile and said “Okay, what are they?”

“The first is just a little change, or reaffirmation of our current arrangement. Anytime you come into my room, if it’s for studying or for a future favor, you need to strip naked first before we continue.”

Becky nodded. As much as she wasn’t a fan of the idea, she wasn’t too shocked by it.

“The second is we conduct this like normal. I’ll take the pic for you and send it off, but you have your toy inside you, and you finish me off.”

Ugh, of course, Patrick would expect her to have the toy up her butt while he was doing her a favor. The idea of sucking him to completion wasn’t a surprise to her at all, she expected something along those lines as it was already.

“And the third?” She asked, unsure of what could be left for him to demand of her.

“I- I-”, the stutter returned, “I want to take you to the hall dance on Saturday.”

Becky blinked, definitely not what she was expecting.

“The dance?” She asked, her surprise very apparent.

“Ye- yeah. There’s some more details to the demand, but if you agree I’ll explain while you’re...”

“Blowing you,” Becky finished his sentence for him. He nodded, looking a bit embarrassed.

She sighed and looked at her phone. She had better get this over with. She threw the phone on Patrick’s bed and reached down to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and off her body quickly.

Becky made no fuss about undressing in front of Patrick, doing it quickly and efficiently. She had done it near twenty times now, it wasn’t a big deal.

Even crawling up onto his bed and facing her ass toward him was almost mechanical to the nineteen-year-old now. She found it a little bizarre how used to this little ritual she was. She let out her little squeal of pain when the hard plastic started to open up her back hole. It had after all been a few weeks since she had this particular toy up her ass, but with how Patrick had lubed it up he slid it completely into her ass and turned it on.

With the toy vibrating away in her ass she crawled off the bed, grabbed her phone, and got on her knees. She slid the screen so the camera was on and handed the phone to Patrick.

Once he took the phone from her she reached down and undid the button and zipper of his pants. He sprang out, already hard once she pulled his pants and underwear down. Like she had a dozen times already, she took Patrick into her mouth and looked up.

“Smile,” he said, and it took everything in Becky’s power not to roll her eyes.

He held her phone back out to her and she pulled off his cock to take it. She quickly sent the reply picture before setting the phone down beside her and once more taking Patrick in her mouth.

While Becky got to work blowing Patrick, he started to tell her the details of what Saturday would look like.

“So I’ll come to your dorm room at 5:30, you let me in. I’m gonna ask that you already be naked.”

Becky groaned on his cock, but otherwise kept sucking.

“I’ll pick out your outfit for the evening and I’ll help dress you. As you may know, the dance doesn’t start until 8, so we’re going to go out to dinner first.”

As her head kept bobbing on Patrick, she wasn’t sure which piece of that information she found more obnoxious—that he wanted to treat her as his own personal Barbie doll, or that he was treating this like a date.

“We’ll do that for a while, then come back here, have another dance, and then you’ll finish me off.”

Becky sighed while her tongue whipped across the underside of Patrick’s dick, but she ever so slightly nodded.

“It will be fun, you’ll see.”

Becky closed her eyes and redoubled her efforts. Patrick remained silent the rest of the time until he gave his usual grunts when he came. After dutifully swallowing it all, Becky went through the reverse of the ritual, got dressed, and left.

Much to Becky’s surprise, Friday morning she got a text from Trip.

“I won’t be around this weekend, don’t bother coming over tonight.”

Becky smiled brightly, then frowned a little. This would now be two weeks on campus in a row that she wouldn’t have to visit Trip. It was very strange, but she wasn’t going to complain.

It was Saturday night and Becky was a little anxious. She wasn’t looking forward to the night and wanted to get it over with. It felt weird being naked in her room and waiting for Patrick to come over.

The knock at her door broke the tension she had pent up in her whole body. She was quickly moved to the peephole to make sure it was Patrick, and when she saw it was she opened the door, staying behind it just in case. As soon as Patrick was inside, she quickly shut the door behind him.

Becky paused when she looked at him. Patrick was dressed up like really dressed up for what was supposed to be just a semi-formal dance. Given the total lack of care with which Patrick was normally dressed, seeing him look sharp in what was a suit was a definite surprise.

Patrick smiled at her and held out the box that was cradled in his arms. “I brought some adornments.”

There was a moment of hesitation on Becky’s part, she was wary of what the adornments might be. As she took the box and opened it, she realized she was half right to be worried. The box, besides some tissue paper, contained three things that gave her a clue to the expectations.

The first thing she saw inside was a pink corsage, one that matched the flower that Patrick had on his suit. The second thing much to Becky’s chagrin was a rather large metal butt plug with a matching pink rose at the end, while the third was a bottle of lube to go with the plug.

Mentally Becky sighed, when she first saw the corsage she had a few hopes that the evening might be a little more normal, but she quickly found herself disappointed.

Patrick looked a little nervous as he spoke, “So should we go ahead and get that taken care of, the. We can get you ready?”

Becky nodded and sat the box down on her desk and crawled up onto all fours on her bed instead of Patrick’s this time.

Patrick took his time lubing up the plug, it was after all much larger than the vibrator he usually made her take. Truth be told it was also larger than the plug that Trip had given her, and probably about the same as the one from Jake.

Becky was pleasantly surprised at the slight warmth she felt when the plug was first pressed against her puckered hole. She hasn’t noticed if the lube was a warming lube, or if Patrick had just made sure the toy wasn’t cold.

As she was getting all too well practiced for, Becky pushed out as Patrick started pushing in, and although it stretched her more than other toys had before, she took it with only minor difficulty, and soon her ass was swallowing another invader.

Becky slowly slid off her bed to adjust to the toy. When she stood up, she was a little surprised by the heft of this plug in her ass; it was definitely the heaviest yet and she could feel it.

Patrick went to her closet and stopped, putting his hand on the door before asking, “May I?”

Becky nodded as he opened her closet and started to look through her clothes. This was a new experience for her, she never had a guy going through her clothing before.

Becky wasn’t surprised when he settled on the emerald green dress that Trip had given her. She wasn’t sure why she kept it, or why she wore it on her birthday, but it was the best thing in her collection.

When Patrick pulled it out from her closet she nodded, and he laid it across her bed.

“Which drawer is your underwear drawer?” He asked, blushing as he did so.

Becky looked surprised, and a bit relieved that she was gonna be wearing underwear tonight. She had this image in her mind of only wearing a dress and shoes. She quickly pointed to the drawers that had her undergarments in them and stood waiting.

Patrick was a little too thorough in his search. Though Becky found it somewhat ironic since she was thinking that about a guy who had a penchant for sticking toys up her ass. When he was finally happy Becky just shook her head and slightly rolled her eyes.

Becky gladly started with the black thong he pulled out for her, followed by the matching black stockings and the black garter belt. Once the belt was attached to the stockings, she looked at him expectantly, and he grabbed the dress off the bed to hand to her.

She raised her eyebrows when she realized that she would be going braless tonight, but she quickly realized it could be a lot worse. Once she was dressed Patrick told her she could pick out her shoes.

Becky was glad of this little courtesy, especially as they’d be dancing later. She chose her most comfortable black flats and put them on. Patrick went to the box and put her corsage on her wrist.

“Can we take a few pictures?”

Becky nodded, at least this was something normal. He moved beside her and put an arm around her, before putting his arm out and taking a selfie. He then set the phone on her dresser with the timer so he could stand behind her and take a picture with both arms around her.

“Um, for the next pictures I’d like to lower the dress so your breasts are exposed.”

And the idea of normalcy was quickly shattered. Becky found herself disappointed as she nodded and reached back, unzipping the dress and lowering it down her arms enough that her small breasts were exposed.

Patrick took two more pictures just like the first two, only this time with Becky exposed. A few solo shots of her showing off before having her put the dress back on fully rounded out the set.

Once done, Patrick held out his arm, and Becky grabbed her purse with her phone and keys and they left for dinner.

The car ride to dinner was uneventful to Becky’s surprise. Given that the last time she was in a guy’s car, wearing this dress, and plugged, she expected the same type of treatment. Once they left her dorm room Patrick was on his best behavior.

Patrick took her to the nicest restaurant in town, and Becky found herself eating the best lasagna of her life. The conversation was light, small talk about them, Patrick shared more about himself than he had in all the times beforehand, though he left a lot out. As dinner wore on Becky found herself opening up.

Everything about this seemed almost like a normal date, something she hadn’t had in a long time. Then she would shift in her seat, and under the dress, the heavy plug would shift inside her and she would be reminded that this wasn’t just a normal date after all.

They got to the dance and quickly found that they were by far the best dressed there. Becky didn’t mind it, and every chance they got with slow dances, they danced together. A few guys tried to ask Becky to dance but out of respect for the deal, she only danced with Patrick.