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A College Student's Debt

This semester has been harsh on Miel's wallet, not that it was entirely unexpected. The internship he had with the university could not pay for all his tuition, something he had to supplement through days of scrimping and applying for several scholarships. The cost of textbooks was almost highway robbery at this point, and a publisher had released a new edition that one of his professors insisted was mandatory for the class. Handing over his money was almost physically painful, and he was sure the cashier had to wrench the money out of his hand.

To make a bad day worse, Miel had to nix a meal today. There was so little left in his wallet that purchasing something now would leave him with nothing in the coming week. He could subsist on condiment packets until his next payday, but his face wrinkled at the thought.

His mandibles clicked together in irritation at the circumstances while he endured the growling of his stomach. Between his studies and his internship, he had very little time to spare for another job. Not unless he was willing to cut into the paltry hours he had left for sleep and self-care. Miel wasn't keen on losing his mind to stress this semester, which was why he was in an alleyway next to a popular nightclub seeking potential clients.

He has been eavesdropping on his classmates days before and learned that some took to sex work to pay for their expenses. The idea stirred his interest. Miel was familiar with sensual activities and took great joy in participating. After all, the university was filled to the brim with young adults eager to let loose. It was a lucrative way to get what he needed in a shorter time frame. Better than getting meager wages at a part-time job.

He leaned against a brick and mortar building that shared an alley with the club. A few steps away from him was the side exit door of the club. A lone fluorescent lamp from above projected a patch of cold light on the door, but Miel kept to the shadow of the night with the door in his sight. He could hear the bass-laden house music drum from the club muffled by the walls. The singer's voice warbled, distorted like a distant echo.

Giggling and whoops from club-goers magnetized the air with festivity, drawing in more guests into the club. None of them so much as glanced at the poorly lit alleyway as they hurried to intoxicate themselves on booze and music. All the better for Miel, the privacy was much desired.

The air was gentle with a mild crispness that was always characteristic of the night. It didn't nip or make him shiver, instead it was a soft, almost ethereal, coolness on his cheeks reminding him the sun had long set. His clothes, a simple grey long sleeve and light-brown cargo pants, were enough to keep him comfortable.

The shriek of a distant police siren made Miel jump and his fur to bristle as his neurons fired all at once. His wings were unfolded, stiff with tension and ready to take flight. A surge of panic flooded him, leaving his nerves tingling.

The sirens quickly faded into the night; it's target elsewhere. With the panic ebbing, Miel released his breath and tension fled his body. He knew what he was doing wasn't entirely legal, public decency and all that, but the bee was willing to take on the risks.

They were statistically low though. Hotspots for salacious activities dotted the town, and the police would much rather focus on other tasks than catch horny university students with their pants down. Still, it never hurt to be safe.

The door suddenly swung open before Miel had the chance to return to his spot. A chaos of music and festivity came rushing out like water through an open floodgate. Miel could almost feel the bass in his chitin and fur, every beat causing the tips of his hairs to vibrate.

A lone figure walked out and shut the door behind them, cutting off the din and restoring the calm. From his position Miel had a good look at the stranger.

A broad-shouldered skink stood under the fluorescent lamp, almost as tall as the door they walked through. Their glossy scales caught the light from the lamp and made them gleam in the dark. They took a drag from a cigarette in one hand, while the other was in the pocket of their blue denim vest. Lifting their head, the skink expelled a cloud of smoke, where it curled into tumbling shapes under the light. Miel's antenna twitched at the smell. It wasn't pleasant, but he smelled compost worse than this.

Deciding now was the time, Miel leaned conspicuously against the wall with a specific gesture in one of his four hands. He had spent a few nights scouting this spot and learned to recognize the secret signs. He glanced at the skink from the corner of his eyes and noticed he had caught the stranger's attention.

The skink was looking directly at him and took one last drag from their cigarette before dropping it on the ground, crushing it under their collar boots. Smoke came streaming out their nostrils as they pulled down the rolled-up sleeves of the grey hoodie they wore underneath their vest. Taking a brief glance around first, the skink stuck their hands in their pockets and sauntered over to Miel. The skink stood close enough that the bee caught a whiff of cigarette smoke on their breath.

Miel didn't realize how truly tall the skink was until they were face-to-face, his potential client towering over him and obscuring the fluorescent light. He noticed the skink's chin was the color of fresh cream, white softly tinged with yellow. It extended down the skink's neck and disappeared behind their clothes. The edges of the skink's clothes were frayed, threads here and there coming undone, and scuff marks left pale patches on the vest.

"You servin'?" the skink spoke, voice rough and low as grinding rock.

There was an air of gruffness surrounding the skink, who looked down at Miel with eyes that reminded him of amber.

Miel nodded mutely, afraid that if he spoke his drumming heart would come flying out his mouth.

A look of skepticism was on the skink's face as they leaned forward to stare at Miel, who could pick up the piercing smell of alcohol from the skink. The bee gulped and his antennae drooped under those eyes. He got the distinct feeling every inch of him was being scrutinized.

"Really?" the skink said, finally leaning back and allowing Miel a moment to breathe. "You look young, new. You sure you know what you're doing?"

Miel bristled at the comment, his eyes narrowing and mandible clicking.

"Of course, I do," Miel said indignantly. "Don't take me for some amateur."

The skink shrugged their shoulders.

"Good enough I guess," said the skink.

They discussed the fee, and the price seemed reasonable to the skink who got ready. Taking out their hands from their pockets, the skink pulled up the hood over their head before going to the belt at their waist.

"On your knees," the skink ordered.

The belt jingled as it came undone, and with a zip the skink revealed an already hard cock. Precum was leaking from the tip and oozed down the curved length of the skink's cock. A vein protruding through the foreskin meandered up towards the sky. The skink spread their legs to give Miel some space as they brought the cock closer to the bee. Both of their hands clutched the hem of his jeans to keep it from falling to the ground

Miel's antennae flicked to-and-fro as he picked up the skink's musk, a powerful scent from where he was standing. Getting down on his knees with his face in front of the skink's crotch, the musk was almost overwhelming. His mandibles brushed against each other as he looked over the skink's cock. It was thick with a bulging underside, its length almost equal to his hand from the wrist to fingertips. The cock ended in a bulbous head halfway out of the sheath.

Miel glanced up at the skink, seeing those eyes peer down at him from under the hood. There was a restlessness in them despite the stony apathy on the skink's face. Miel got the message. No need for foreplay. Just suck the cock and let it blow. His mandibles parted and he lowered his mouth on it.

Inch by inch, Miel pushed the cock deeper into his mouth, getting himself accustomed to it's girth. As he got closer to the base, he could hear the skink's breathing rise and fall. He reached the base with his face pressed against the skink's crotch. Here the skink's musk saturated his senses, making his antenna wave about.

Miel unraveled his purple proboscis into the skink's foreskin, pressed his tongue firmly against the cockhead. His tongue swirled around, getting the head lubricated before coiling around the cock's length. Slowly he pulled his head back until he returned to the tip before pushing back down. He repeated this motion, bobbing his head up and down on the skink's cock for a brief moment before he built up a modest pace. The cock slid easily enough past his mandibles, his mouth adapting well to its size.

A heavy breath from the skink tickled Miel's fur and made him pause. He felt a hand cup the back of his head and he looked up at the skink in confusion. Not a word was said before the skink started to thrust their hips while holding Miel's head in place.

The bee's eyes squinted, and his face scrunched up as the skink pushed their cock deeper into Miel's mouth. Saliva was building up and spilling down his chin even as he tried to swallow the excess. The bee gargled around the cock that glided in and out with the added lubrication. His tongue had released its hold on the cock, now useless given that the skink was taking the initiative. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant experience, but it made his mouth feel unusually stretched out while something thick pushed its way into his throat.

From above the skink's heated breath blew on Miel, tickling his fur and letting the faint smell of the cigarette and alcohol mingle with the skink's musk. The exhalations came again and again, the pause between them shrank as the skink's breathing got louder and more labored through their slack-jawed mouth. Miel could see the skink's brilliant blue tongue hang from it with a bit of drool at the tip.

The skink's fingers were rigid with building tension and began to dig into Miel's head as the skink was reaching a choking pace, their cock almost ramming into the back of Miel's throat. The bee coughed and nearly retched as more of his saliva filled his mouth. He was nearing his limit and frantically slapped a hand on the skink's forearm.

Thankfully, the skink got the message and released Miel's head. The bee pulled out with a loud gasp as spit ran down his chin and strings of saliva hung between his mouth and the skink's cock. Miel's chest heaved while he caught his breath, occasionally coughing to clear out his throat. The skink's cock was coated in his saliva and gleamed from what little night light there was in the alley. It twitched and throbbed, eager to go back into Miel's warm mouth.

Miel raised up a hand to grab the cock, prepared to finish the skink with a hand job. But the skink caught his wrist and pushed his hand away.

"Your mouth," said the skink, their voice almost guttural. "Just a few more thrusts."

Miel looked up to meet the intense look in the skink's narrowed eyes. There was a barely contained aggression in them, one that was dangerously inflamed by lust. With a nod Miel conceded to the skink's desire and obediently opened up.

The skink grabbed Miel's head, a hand on either side, and guided the bee onto his cock rather than the other way around. The skink's jeans had fallen to their knees, not that they cared as they jerked Miel's head up and down.

Wet, obscene noises came out of Miel's mouth as he drooled over the cock that slammed against the back of his mouth. It made his throat spasm and his muscles to constrict around the cock.

This drove the skink into a maddening pace, their breathing heavy and strained. With a low grunt, the skink smashed Miel's face into their crotch.

"Swallow!" the skink hissed through clenched teeth.

Miel tasted the hot cum splashing into his mouth. It was mildly salty, but easy to swallow as Miel drank it down.

The skink held Miel's head in an iron grip, not keen on releasing him until every last drop was down his throat. When the cock began to soften in his mouth the skink finally pulled out and left Miel panting on his knees. With their pants back on, the skink fished out a wallet and handed Miel several crumpled banknotes.

Miel took them in his hand and tried to smooth them out before he counted them.

"Gave you a bit extra," the skink said. "You ain't bad."

Though the skink's words were blunt, it still brought a smile to Miel who beamed at the reptile. After confirming the payment, the skink walked away without another word. There was already a fresh cigarette in their mouth by the time they got to the end of the alleyway. Lighting it up, they took a drag before heading out into the sidewalk without glancing back.

Miel licked his lips, getting at any bits of cum he may have missed, while he ran his hands over his antenna to rid himself of the skink's parting scent. The skink was a pretty pleasant experience, minus the cigarettes.

Engrossed in his grooming, Miel didn't realize a number of clients had lined up until one of them was standing in front of him. He was startled at first, but soon a smile spread on his face. Tonight, his college student diet expanded: ramen, instant mac, and creamy hot cum.