I never thought getting through college would be so difficult. I wanted to graduate on my own with no help from my parents. The first two years were essentially high school for me. I went to a local community college.

I lived at home and worked as a shift manager at a fast-food place, barely scraping by paying my bills. 

Then came my third year, when I had to move away to attend a university. I found a place near the university and put up an ad looking for a roommate to share the costs.

I had saved enough money to pay for a place for about a year.

I wanted a roommate who was serious about school and not here to just party.

The first two were party girls, so I turned those two down. 

The next was a guy who said he was gay, so there would be no problems sexually. I was unsure if he was telling the truth. I gave him a try that lasted two days.

I woke up on the second morning, and there he was, naked in my bedroom, masturbating, standing over me as I woke up.

He said, "Babe, I know you want it. Suck my cock. I have morning wood just for you."

Before I could even scream, he shot a load of cum all over my blankets.

He dashed out of my room. I got up, locked my bedroom door, and got dressed. Before I finished, I heard the front door slam.

That was the last I ever heard or saw of him, the fucking jerk.

The next person I interviewed was someone I thought would work out. Her name was Melanie, but she liked to be called Mel. She was a blonde about my height of five foot six and her boobs looked about my size of thirty-four C. She had similar goals to mine, was in her fourth year, and had already tried the dorm thing, which she said sucked.

The next big goal I had before school started was to find a job. 

I wanted to get out of fast food, and I thought about a job in an office, a bank, or something like that. 

I went looking along with hundreds of other students who had the same idea.

After my second day, when I got to my place, Mel was there reading. 

I said, "Looking for a job around here sucks. I can't believe I am going to try going back to fast food tomorrow."

Mel replied, “Fast Food? You worked in fast food, Carla?" 

I replied, "I am afraid so."

Mel said, "I tell you what, I work at a sports bar restaurant, and if you want me to, I am sure I can get you a job there."

I laughed and said, "When can I start?"

Mel said, "Let me check first, but the owner is a womanizer, and you are so good looking he would never be able to say no. He loves women that look like you. He is just part of the pains of working there. The place is about thirty minutes from here and has a whole different type of customer. Very few, if any, college kids go there. The crowd there is mostly business professionals, such as doctors and lawyers, which is nice; they are big tippers. Some weekends, I make several hundred dollars. The downside is that they are looking to cheat or get laid, so you have to get used to hands on your ass all day long, and the boss thinks it's funny."

I replied, "I think I can handle them. Having my ass grabbed is a lot better than having French fries thrown at me."

Mel laughed and said, “I’m going to work tonight, why don't you tag along? I can get you a free meal, and that way you can check the place out."

I went along with Mel, and the place was exactly as she had described to me. TVs were everywhere, and the place was full of business-type guys. I might have been the only other female in the place.

Mel brought me my order and told me the boss would see me in a little while. She went back into the ladies' room to change into her uniform.

Every bite I took, I had an audience. Almost all the guys looked at me as I ate.

I was about to finish eating when Todd, the owner, walked to my table and said, "Hi there. I am Todd, the owner here. Mel told me you are looking for a job here. Given how all the guys are checking you out, I would be a fool not to hire a babe like you. When can you start?"

I replied, "I can start right now if you need me to."

I then saw Mel in her work clothes, what little of them there were. It was like Hooters, but with way less of your body covered. Shit, she was damn near naked.

Todd said, "We are good tonight, plus I need to get you your work clothes and fill out all the paperwork. How about you come with Mel tomorrow night, and we will get you started."

I smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Mr. Todd."

I hung out there all night waiting for Mel to get off work. I lost count of how many guys wanted to marry me, or was it that they just wanted to get laid?  

There was one guy who seemed interested in me. He asked what I was studying, what I liked to eat, and my favorite music, all sorts of questions that led me to believe he was really interested, not just trying to get a piece of ass.

On the way home that night, I asked Mel, "How the hell do you do that every night you work? Don't you get tired of all the pawing and lewd comments?"

She replied, "At first I did. I was not sure I could take it and almost left there, but I needed the money, and as you have found out, jobs are not easy to find, especially ones that you can get tips like I do."

I replied, "I am willing to give it a try, and thank you for giving me the chance there. I am not used to walking around half-naked. The best part is I don't have to ask, 'Do you want fries with that?'"

Mel laughed and said, "You're welcome, and at one time, Todd wanted to make that place a gentleman's club. So, we are lucky we have the crazy outfits he makes us wear."

After school the next day, I went home and tried on the work uniform.  

I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "I am sure glad my parents can't see me." They would think I was a stripper. 

Mel got dressed for work, and we left together. We both wore long coats over our work clothes, to cover ourselves up.

Todd had me sign all the paperwork before I went to work on the floor. He showed me around the place, and I am sure as we walked around, his eyes were focused on my ass and boobs.

Mel was going to be the one to train me, so I was to be her shadow all night.  

About halfway through our shift, I lost count of how many wolf whistles and hands I had on me. I even got a couple of tips, although I was not the waitress.

All in all, it went okay for my first night.

On the way home, Mel asked me, "Carla, do you think you are ready to go on your own now. Todd wanted me to ask you."

I replied, "I think so, I am as ready as I can get, I think."

Mel said, "Good. I think so too. Todd was kind enough to work us together for the first two weeks, and he's aware of how far we travel, so he'll keep us working together as much as possible. We are not on the schedule until next weekend Friday, Saturday, and Sunday." 

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School, I found out, was harder than I thought. I am glad I only must work weekends for now, so I will have some time to get used to school.

My first big test was going to see how I did on my own at the restaurant. I was sure I could handle the orders and serving, but the men grabbing me all the time might prove to be too much.

The first three hours were not so bad. Of course, I got all the pick-up lines you might have ever heard and lots of grabbing at my ass. I've got to be quick at slapping their hands away. 

I was going to break when I heard a guy say, "Hey, do you remember me."

I turned, ready to tell him no and no thanks. I then saw it was the one nice guy I had seen the night I came by with Mel.

I replied, "Yes, I do remember you. Is this your favorite hangout?" 

He replied, "If you're working here now, then yes, it is."

I smiled and said, "How sweet of you. I am heading to break, see you later."  

I didn't have time to talk to the nice guy at all. I was too busy working and slapping hands away from me. The night finished up, and I made a ton of tips.

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The more I worked there, the easier it became. I was making a lot of money and made a couple of friends, too.

One was the guy who was nice to me the first night.

I found out his name was Dennis.

The only thing I didn't care for was Todd. He was getting bolder and bolder with me. 

He offered me hundred dollars for a blow job.

Late one Saturday night, I was cleaning up, and there were a few customers there, but Dennis was one of them. 

He came up to me as I was cleaning and said, "I am not sure you noticed, but I am taken with you. I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a date with me sometime. Maybe dinner or lunch?"

I replied, “I work here on the weekends, so those nights are out, and I go to school during the week, so it would have to be a late lunch or an early dinner."

Dennis said, "You name the day."

"Okay, how about next Thursday?" I said. 

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Thursday came, and I dressed nicely, not like a tramp, like I do at work.

Todd picked me up and took me to one of the swankiest restaurants in town.

It was a French restaurant, and I had never been there before, but I had heard the food was good.

Dennis ordered for me as the menu was in French. I think he just wanted to show off that he knew the language.

Dennis asked all sorts of questions again, like life goals and career goals. I almost felt like I was in an interview.

I found out he was a lawyer and, most importantly, single.

The more we talked, the more I liked him. He was a gentleman, refined, educated.

He was about ten years older than me, which surprised me. I thought he was younger. I had no clue why he liked me other than he thought I was nice looking.

After dinner, he asked me, "Would you like to go dancing. I know a place that is nice and not crazy."

I nodded my head.

It was a nice place, not your typical rock and roll place. The band played tons of slow songs and some country western songs.

As we were dancing, my curiosity got the best of me, and I asked him, "Why did you want to take me out? I am much younger than you and just a college student."

He replied, "To be honest, your looks got my attention, but after that, I saw the way you handled yourself, and you seem like a bright young woman."

I loved his answer, leaned in, and kissed him. We kissed all the through the song I felt tingles by the time the song ended.

We went back to our table, and he asked me, "Umm, I don't want to be too forward, but well, do you? I don't even know how to ask you. What an idiot I am."

I laughed at him and asked, "Are you trying to ask me to go to your place?"

His face turned bright red, and he said, "Yes. Is that okay?"

I nodded my head.

He took me to his house, and what a house it was. It had everything: a pool, a game room, and I don't know how many bedrooms there were, but there were a lot of them.

After the house tour, we went and sat poolside on a bench.

He began kissing me. I knew at this point I wanted him. It had been a year or so since I had sex with an ex-boyfriend.

I reached down and undid his pants.

I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, and the whole time staring right into his eyes.

The look he had was more than just lust. It was complete satisfaction and affection.

He stood me up and took off my dress and then undid my bra and watched it fall to the ground.

He then fell to his knees, slid down my panties, and used his tongue all around my pussy.

He knew how to please a woman with his tongue and fingers. This was a first for me, a guy who knew what he was doing.

I was soaking wet before he said, "Let's go to my bedroom."

I walked naked to his bedroom and jumped into his bed.

He turned on some soft music and then jumped into bed with me. We kissed, and he held me like he would never let go.

He slipped down to my belly to my pussy and went back to work on me. I know this is the first time some guy genuinely loved eating me. I had several orgasms before he stopped.

He moved forward and slid that hard cock into me. 

Oh fuck, it felt so good. Fuck I needed this.

His arms were behind me, holding me as he went in and out of my pussy.

I rolled him over and mounted him like a horse. He held my tits as I went up and down his cock.

He watched his cock go in and out of me.

He looked at me in the eyes and said, "Carla, I am going to cum."

I felt his load go into my pussy.

He relaxed and fell onto his side.

He leaned over and kissed me and said, "Carla, that was the best sex I have ever had. I think I am in love with you."

I thought, "Whoa, I'd better slow this down." The sex was great, but love already?

I kissed him and said, "This was a lot of fun tonight, Dennis, you are a great guy. At this point in my life, I am not ready for more than a friend. You are great and all, and that sex was fantastic. I hope you understand, and maybe I will fall in love with you who knows."

I knew what I said would hurt him, but I was telling the truth.

He frowned and said, "I get it, and maybe I was hasty in saying I loved you."

We kissed, and then I said, "Glad you understand. Now I should be getting home; school comes early in the morning." 

We got dressed, and he drove me home. We shared a good night kiss at the front door, and he wished me sweet dreams. 

I sat up for a short time and thought, love? So soon?

I guess I just don't rush into things.

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On the way to work, Mel asked me, "How did your date go?"

I said, "It was really good. He is a gentleman and took me to a very nice restaurant. Then, if you must know, he fucked the shit out of me."

She damn near ran a red light, then stopped, laughed, and said, "You're not kidding?"

I looked at her and nodded.  

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It was the usual night at the restaurant, lots of guys pawing at you, but as always, the tips were good. 

The one difference was that Todd got drunk watching a game on TV.

He wabbled over to me and said, "You know, Carla, you are a babe. I would pay anything to see you naked."

I pushed him back down in his chair and said, "Calm down, Todd. That is the booze talking."

He pushed my hand away and said, "No, it's not. I tell you what, I will give you a thousand dollars to strip right now. No, make it two thousand."

I walked back into the kitchen without saying a word. I was about to tell Mel what he said, but Todd followed me back into the kitchen. 

Then he said, "I am serious, Carla. How about five thousand? Would you strip for that?" 

To be continued.