GENRE: Lesbian / Bisexual Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 73,616 words
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Sally is smart, sexy, and in control. She is also completely broke and needs to pay for her studies at law school. When her tuition and living expenses threaten to derail her long-sought education plans, she isn’t willing to give up her dreams and knows it’s time to take a drastic step. She never thought she would ever turn to sex work, but as long as her clients are sweet, nerdy, rich university guys ... well, what could possibly go wrong?

Angela is smart, rich, and ever so nerdy. Her work towards her engineering degree serves her well in figuring out real-world problems, but doesn’t necessarily help in handling other people. She is also totally frustrated with her nonexistent sex life. So when she discovers there’s a hot girl on campus who offers special services for satisfying nerds ... well, what could possibly go wrong?

Turns out, things might go very right for both of them. Can they possibly find love through it all?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

I suppose it was much like any girl’s move into sex work. It was easy, men provided endless demand, and the money was really, really, really good. It almost immediately occurred to me that this could be the cash lifeline I very badly needed.

Archie wasn’t disgusting and like Martin he was nervous, and it was really easy. I’d checked him out on Facebook beforehand and Martin vouched for him being a massive nerd and from a tremendously wealthy family. Just no time to get a girlfriend, he explained. More like no personality I figured after my eight minutes in his presence.

That was Martin and Archie in my new little club. Both horny, both geeks, both wealthy. The Horny Geek Club. The name wrote itself. Calling it a club also made the reality of what I was doing somehow more palatable for me. Almost cute. Not at all prostitution.

To me it was just a private members club. A private members club, with happy endings for the members’ members. Of course, I didn’t tell the horny geeks the name of the club. What was shielding my self-esteem might have sounded slightly less than sexy for them. They just knew they were in a very select club. My secret. Best that way.

In the taxi on the way home from Archie’s absolutely-unbelievable-for-a-student flat, I calculated that with just a few more customers, I could pretty much pack in working at the bar. These guys were the future. A customer base that would appreciate me more than anyone else. Guys who simply wouldn’t be believed if they said they were with me, and most importantly and best of all, guys who had more to lose than I had. Would they want a scandal before they even got started in what would massively successful and lucrative careers? I didn’t think so.

It was a pretty unconventional plan for a girl getting through a law degree, but it was a plan. It would get me through, keep me in books and food and give me the time to ace the course. If I was going to get on my knees regularly, I was certainly going to get the distinction in my degree that would guide me into a stellar career as well. I’d made my decision. Yup, I would blow for dough.

It worked like a charm for almost two years.

The Horny Geek club grew slowly but grew enough to keep me fed and clothed. Always by referral, always vouched for by Martin, or someone else in the club, always vetted on the socials and always near the top of their classes. They came from medicine, law, finance, engineering, dentistry. The professions. I figured I was on safe and nicely discrete ground. They were also all ridiculously wealthy.

It was like fight club, expect with less blood and much more semen. The first rule of geek club was not to talk about geek club, and they all were right on message with that. Not to protect me, of course, but out of mortal fear of damaging their own reputations. My financial situation improved a lot, and they were easy customers. Those that were creepy and wanted more from me in a sexually physical sense got binned. Those that were clingy and wanted more from me in an emotional sense got binned quicker.

Martin became a weekly regular, but most were once a month or once a fortnight. That was a full schedule and good money every month. I was on top of my studies, and even if the whole set up meant that no one I liked was ever going to get on top of me, I still felt good. Everything was going swimmingly.

Then, along came Angela.

Not all geeks are boys.