Hustlers University Novels & Stories

she wailed. "You don't have to endure all of it. Why don't you just fight back?" "They are powerful and very influential. If I fight back, they can have me expelled from this university. They can even file a case against me, and I don't have money to afford a lawyer," she said in her defense. Realization hits him. Edward knew that Ella was right. The rich people can easily dominate the poor people with their money and power. The university is like a jungle. There is no place for the weaklings for they can be easily eaten by the strong ones.

Chancellor Hollister squinted at the Babble chat window on the screen, then looked at the group of students seething with righteous fury in front of him. He turned to the head of admissions beside him, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and bewilderment. "Gerald, have scam apps really evolved to the point where they can hand out university spots now?" The director of Admissions, Gerald Whitmore, looked like he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He cleared his throat and raised his voice.

“If you don't want to go to college anymore, then give me all the money my husband left for you!” “You must have deceived or even seduced him for him to leave you with money!” “Those are my college funds, mum!” I snapped, pushing her off me with eyes red with tears. “I can’t even touch the money for my desire, and yet you want me to give it to you?” “Why? To get more drugs?” She froze and by now, most neighbors were out already. Of course, they knew the widowed mother of two who lived down the street was a drug addict but it was a pain in the ass to let them keep seeing our drama.

I take out the glasses and pour the cognac. "Genius! And all our clients are happy with prostitutes! And what about parents, they are looking for their daughters?" This rector is the devil. "Look, they're all adults, newcomers, or orphans. No one is looking for them! Everything is going according to plan!" I pass him the glass,and he grins. "Then good hunting, Peter! Show these bitches who's in charge at the University!" "Don't doubt my talent! These fools with primitive thinking, will regret that they were born," I laugh, waiting for the first lecture to begin...

His hand didn't leave mine as I struggled to cover my stained shirt. "I think I saw you in my class-" He said. "Don't scare her bro" His friend said as they laughed. He chuckled looking back at me. "I am not scary, Am I ?" He asked, I just looked away. Our college didn't have the stereotypes they showed in shows on N*****x or TV. But every college has the popular kids type. He was that. The popular guy every girl liked. He was liked by the teachers even cause he was pretty rich and very nice. Only to the girls. He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them.

“If he weren't, the shareholders would have leaked it. Trust me, he’s available.” I rolled my eyes. How could they be so desperate to assist a man they’d never even seen? God, please just give me a decent position so I can take care of my mom. “If you want to be his assistant, you have to be an elite,” one of them said, looking pointedly at the others. “I graduated from Highlight University.”I gasped. Highlight University was a school for the 1%. If you didn't have a massive trust fund or a powerful last name, you didn't get through the front gates. I wondered why someone from that background was even here competing for a job instead of running their own empire.

My dick was thrusting up at full mast. "That's right," said Mr. Charleston as the girls moved around him. Six on each side of them. A few blondes, some brunettes, an Asian chick, a Black girl, a Latina hottie, a redhead. They all had smoky eyes, nipples poking against their thing blouses. "The company has hired the recent graduate from St. Tatiana's, the nation's premier school for sluttery. They are all skilled whores, trained in the sexual arts and ready to pleasure you all. Show them, girls."

"Hurt your ego, huh? Maybe next time, return the favor. Anyway… his name?" Ooh, mystery time. "Hunter Hales. Don’t even know if that’s his real name." Hunter. Cool. Simple. Punchy. "What if we G****e him?" Chris suggested. "Already did. Nothing. Nada. So probably lied," she replied, eyes rolling. Crazy. I am staying far away from that drama. My life is fine as it is. "We’re here, people!" Chris announced, spinning the wheel into the campus lot. Finally. University. Where survival of the fittest social skills begins… and where my introverted life is about to get very interesting.

“Scared enough to let this piece of shit record us? To let him threaten you while you sit here negotiating like I’m not the one who’s been trying to burn this place down for months?” Marcus wheezed a laugh under Jax’s knee. “You think you’re the hero? You fucked him on my stage. In front of witnesses. That video shows you breaking every university policy. Consent or not, you’re done, Elliott. Tenure revoked. Jail time, maybe. And your little pet here? Expelled. Blacklisted. Good luck getting a job with ‘campus stripper slut’ trending.” The upload hit 72%. My legs gave out. I sank against the wall, sliding down until my ass hit the floor. Cum from

He asked me "It's contaminated with your ex hookups" I said though that wasn't my reason. He raised his eyebrow then looked at the group of people. "I never slept with Yasmin because she's underage. I never slept with Gianna Perez because she's a lesbian. I never slept with Malcolm, Eric, Elliott, Danny or Matthew because they're all guys." He said smiling. I shook my head smiling then his arms wrapped around my waist pulling me in the water. "Nathan do no-" I tried to say but before I could finish I was in the pool inhaling water. I resurfaced coughing while he laughed along with everyone else.