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Gray Fullbuster: COLLEGE STUDent VENTURES	By : GraySmirks Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 4876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-First Chapter
- 2-An unexpected 2nd round
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Chapter 2: An unexpected 2^nd round
Chapter Summary: Gray accepts a second round, now with Porlyusica’s friend. When things were getting hairy, something unexpected and scary occurs.

The bus finally arrived and I could leave that damn neighborhood. Buses usually aren’t very fancy or clean places but I was a bit concerned about my aspect and smell. I sat in one of the seats from the rear of the bus and checked again that I had all my personal belongings.
The bust finally dropped me in my stop and I could walk back home. When I opened our apartment’s door, Loke was already waiting for me to explain my little adventure. I stopped him. I just wanted to shower and be on my own. I went straight to the bathroom and I took off my clothes, getting completely naked in seconds. I sniffed my armpits –not too bad-, such a bad habit. I used the bathroom and showered well with hot water, making sure to clean my “abused” body. Then I thought… “hey Gray! Chill the fuck up! It’s not that bad… everything was of your taste except for the humiliating morning… and even that wasn’t that bad considering you like to get naked often and to pleasure women in need… and what about the cash? Isn’t that dope? Well… that is sex work and I didn’t offer it… I just offered the sex, so technically, I was object of abuse, right?.
After diluting my thoughts in soapy hot water and more thoughts, I disposed to nap.
I rinsed the foamy water and dried with the towel, next I went straight to my room. I threw and hung the towel in the desk chair and crawled naked into bed.

An undermined amount of time later, bacon smell and too loud TV woke me up. I had a terrible headache. I put on comfy shorts and a t-shirt and leaved my room to go explore the origin of the smell. Loke was cooking lunch and Max was also there.
Loke: Look who’s woken up. Where did you spend the night, sleeping beauty?
Gray: Uh, you are the worst. How about a good morning Gray, I prepared you delicious breakfast.
L: Late for that, it’s lunch time.
G (pointing at Max): By the way, what’s he doing here?
Max: You have the worst awakening, really.
G: Hello Max. How are you doing man?
M: Loke is cooking us lunch, did you know?
G: Whoa! What a surprise!
L: I cook very often! Asshole…
G (approaching to the pan and picking up some crunchy bacon): Haha, let me make sure this is eatable…
G: Is anyone missing?
L: Cana should be here soon. She brings the snacks and the beer.
G: Why did you allow her to bring the most important things?! She’s always late!
M: She just sent a message to the group chat; she’s in the gas station and won’t be much later.
G: See… “I won’t be much later”, plus she’s going to the gas station, where everything is way pricier!
L: Chill out Gray.

Luckily Cana arrived only 25 minutes later. Meanwhile I had time to snack some more bacon, crackers and a yogurt and take a painkiller for my hangovery headache. The unexpected lunch went well and I chose to explain a milder and less sordid version of my last night escapade. I wasn’t comfortable with the experience and I didn’t want my friends to know I kind of prostituted last night.
The rest of the weekend went on smoothly and the new week kicked up stressless and exams-free. Until Wednesday.

On Wednesday noon, when I was having lunch with my classmates at the faculty’s canteen, I got a call. I picked it up and I heard and old woman voice.
Gray: Hello. Hello? Is anybody there?
Old woman voice: Hello. This is Ooba. You must be young boy Gray, right? Porlyusica told me about you.
G (interrupting): Ma’am, I’m afraid you must be mistaken.
Ooba: No, the number is correct, you are Gray Fullbuster, and I require your services. I’ll pay you well. Can you come tonight at Saint Griffor street no.48 at 10pm?
G: Excuse me Ma’am but I can’t talk right now.
A bit upset I hung up.
Classmate: Is everything fine?
G: Yes it is. Just a wrong call.

Minutes later I got a message from the same number:
“Your juicy load for another juicy big load. Ooba pays well, and may as well invite you to dinner. 10pm at St. Griffor St. no.48. Won’t regret it.”
In the afternoon I got another message:
“Remember, 10pm at St. Griffor St. no.48. Don’t have to bring anything. It will be fun.”
I was going to the gym when I received it.
In the treadmill, I could blank my mind and think in my things: The other day was fun. I didn’t like to admit it at first, but I had fun. The morning after was weird and awkward, but I ended up with a nice pile of money. I could buy like half of a new laptop with that.
I still had to decide, but deep inside me I knew I wanted to repeat, even though this time I was going blindly and as a “relax provider”.
I went to my apartment and I ate something for dinner. Ooba told me that “she may as well invite me to dinner”, but at 10pm? A bit late. I ate something just in case and prepared for the appointment. I dressed slightly more formal than the other time. This time I got black jeans and a nice black shirt. I picked up a couple of condoms, keys, wallet and phone. I told Loke I was going out that night. He replied curious: “With the MILF you met last day? I’m so much of a fan of you… Good bye and don’t forget any detail to tell me later!”
I picked up the bus to the city centre and in the way I thought… I hope this woman is as hot as Porlyusica and nicer when we are done. Last time I couldn’t even have a shower… If it has to be the same, next time I’ll bring wet wipes. Will she try to drug me?
St. Griffor is a long narrow street of the old city, with several clubs and plenty of nightlife, which can get pretty sordid late in the night. The bus dropped me nearby. With a 7minutes walk I arrived to St. Griffor St. There were people drinking in bar terraces and entering to clubs and pubs. I arrived to no.48. It was a bar. I entered and three suited men turned and looked at me. One of them stood up and asked me who I was. I replied I had an appointment with Ooba. From behind a curtain, an old woman appeared, she was Ooba.
Ooba: Nabosuke! Let him pass. I was waiting for him.
Nabosuke: Yes Ma’am!

Ooba was an old (seemed Japanese) woman with direct connections with the yakuza. And she was old, like very old. We sat on a table.
Ooba (very smiley and staring at me from head to feet): Hi Gray. You are very handsome. How are you?
Gray: Well… and a bit intimidated.
I was totally intimidated and totally not having fun.
O: Do you want something for drink. Are you hungry? Order whatever you want from the menu.
G: To be honest I just had something for dinner.
O: Oh well, so time for deserts! Hotaru! Bring us the deserts menu, thank you.
In a flash Hotaru, the barman, brought us the menu.
O: I’ll have strawberries with liquor, and also bring some sake. What will you get? Gray, dear.
G: I’ll get this peach ice cream. Is it a good choice Ooba?
O: Everything here is a good choice. And licking a peach ice cream is pretty indicative. I like you.
Uncomfortable with the awkward situation –Ooba was probably a Yakuza boss, and everyone else in the bar (her bar) was her subject- I tried to start a real conversation.
G: So Ooba, you are Porlyusica’s friend, right? How did you meet?
O: Yes, we are friends with Porlyusica. She has provided me with some potions she prepares and with some services. She told me of your great skills in bed, and asked her your number. Is there a problem?
G: No, I guess. I mean… I dated her because I liked her, not because I wanted something in exchange. I wasn’t selling anything.
O: And yet, when you were offered to, you took the nuisance of picking up a bus and walking here at 10pm in the night. You’ve already made you decision boy. If you don’t like the work, maybe you can still leave. But Porlyusica send me some steamy images of you wild night.
Ooba draw a phone from a pocket and show me a video of Porlyusica and me naked in action.
G: What? Is this chantage?
O: Not at all. I’m just showing you what made me decide to call you, sweetie. Will you finish your ice cream? Cause I’m done with my strawberries.
After that, Ooba drank the rest of the liquor and stood up.
G: I think I’ll finish it… it’s delicious.
O: Fine, I’m going to my room, Nabosuke will show you where it is when you finish.
Nabosuke: Yes Ma’am!
G (with a small voice): Ok

I was condemned. Was I? The Nabosuke guy probably knew kung-fu and wielded a Kill Bill sword. Ooba wanted my services and I had to offer them in exchange for not being beheaded and for not uploading the video in a porn site? I gulped the last peach ice cream spoon and asked Nabosuke if I could go to the bathroom. He told me Ooba had a private bathroom in her room.
He accompanied me and knocked her door; then he leaved. She told me to enter. Inside, she waited me in lingerie and an almost transparent pajama.
Ooba (putting a cheesy sexy voice and lowering even more the appeal of the moment): Hello again dear. What will you do to me?
I thought “This can’t get worse; and in these cases, the only thing I can do is try to adopt a positive nihilism attitude and enjoy the ride. Plus, this woman has a ton of money, she’ll pay well.”
G (trying to act sexy): Well, well… what do we have here…? I’ve been told this young lady needs some medicine… I’ve brought you medicine!
Then I suddenly opened my shirt’s buttons and revealed my fit chest –I was totally improvising and as a reference I only had movies and TV gigolos-. Then I jumped on the bed and approached her, while locking my fiery eyes with hers. She smiled –a lot-, I was doing it well for the moment and the very best was that I wasn’t having an entirely bad time. I kind of liked it. I kept with my show: Standing on the bed I spread my legs and moved my pelvis sexily. Then I jumped into the pool. Avoiding doubt or hesitation, I approached my pelvis to that old woman and rubbed my bare stomach and groin against her face. She was gladly surprised and didn’t wait to lick my exposed skin. Then I turned to keep dancing. That woman was very horny and seized each chance of touching me up, so my strategy now was to keep my show as a dance and striptease show as much as I could and to avoid getting into real granny sex –which I’m not much devotee of.
I finally stripped the black shirt and rubbed it against my crotch, between my legs, like it was a shower towel. The next obvious step was to strip my trousers, and that’s what I did. I unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the main button, to lower them enough to show half of my butt (covered with a flashy lime green boxers). I then felt it appropriate to twerk to her face with my butt; and jerked and twisted it at scarce inches of her face. Crouching backwards her, I felt something sliding inside my underwear… a bill! Now I was a true stripper! Getting revenue from sexual dances!
The show was going in crescendo. I eventually took off my black jeans and was only left with undies and socks. I showed off my muscles like a dump gym dwelling teen and next decided it was a good idea to pick up my shirt again, roll it and hang it from my undies like it was a giant tail – in front of me, so a giant dong. I tried “doing the helicopter” with it but it turns out is easier to do it with your flesh than with a rolled shirt. Ooba seemed to enjoy the spectacle anyway.
At that point, it was time to either remove my remaining three dressing pieces, take off her clothes or… to transform the escort service in just a massage service!
I make her turn, pull up the pajama and lay on her stomach to massage her back. I slid carefully my warm hands along her back. Then I caged her and lied over her, making extensive contact with our skins. She grinned flustered, allowing me to see all her teeth. I slid one finger inside her bra.
O (excited): I really like were this is going! I’m liking you so much!
G: Then I’m doing a good job.

Unnexpectedly, Nabosuke knocked the door and shouted behind it.
Nabosuke: Ma’am, it’s important! Could you come?!
O (upset for the interruption): Now I just can’t! Tell whoever needs me to wait!
Nabosuke: But ma’am, it’s very important! The police came and want to inspect the local! They are here with me!
Police agent: Madam Ooba Babasaama! Please open the door! This is an inspection!
O: Fuck, shit! Fuck! What the fucking hell do they want now?! Who was the snitch?!
G: Ma’am Ooba, what should I do?
O: You better disappear boy! Through the closet! There’s a hatch in the floor, you go downstairs through it and you’ll exit in the underground parking lot. From there you just exit to the street. Quick!
O (to Nabosuke and the police): Just a second please. I’m old and it’s hard for me to dress up. I already was in bed. Why choosing such an inconvenient time to visit us agent?
I dressed up quicker than ever. I put on the jeans and the shoes and then tried to find the shirt, but Ooba had it and said it was a souvenir for her and something for me to recover in our next date.
I opened the small hatch in the closet and saw a black dark vertical hole with rusty iron rods to climb down. I tried not to think and went down. Ooba closed the hatch and I was left in complete darkness. Palpating the next rods to hold onto, I climbed down to the end of the tube. With the help of my phone, I could light up a hatch behind a rack to the parking lot. From there, I exited to the night street, shirtless and covered in dirt and some bruises.
Some street drunkards and night owls could see me, but I bet I wasn’t the weirdest they had seen in that street at that hours.
I ran to a quieter street. I checked that I had my wallet, phone and keys to go back home. I also noticed Ooba hadn’t paid me. She only put some money in my underwear. I checked it: enough to buy not-so-great sneakers, and maybe to take a taxi back home. I took it.

To be continued
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