Free The Prema Society by Cate Troyer Page A

nodding encouragingly, her eyes on the growing numbers at the bottom of the screen, and then she lifted her hand and placed it on my breast, never taking her eyes from the screen. I paused momentarily, eyes wide, until Cassie looked back at me with a grin.
    “Go on,” she encouraged. Her fingers teased my nipple underneath my shirt and she dropped her other hand between her thighs, slipping past the elastic band of her panties. I watched as her hand began a rhythmic circular motion, and Cassie let out a throaty moan as she continued to tease herself and me. I continued to suck the Grape Ape until her screen suddenly went dark.
    Cassie popped up, pulling her hands free, and padded over to her terminal, clicking a few keys. She pulled her plump lower lip into her mouth, gnawing it absently as she checked the numbers and then another grin filled her face. “60 people, Jane. 60! Do you know what that means?”
    “That 60 people saw me humiliate myself with clear, purple plastic,” I muttered staring at the monstrosity in front of me.
    “We made bank, baby!” Cassie came rushing over to me and grabbed the Grape Ape from my lap. She danced around the room, her breasts jiggling as she performed some weird butt movements. “That’s rent for like the next 3 months.”
    “Be serious,” I said.
    “I am!” She stopped and came and sat next to me, pulling a calculator off her desk. She typed in some numbers quickly and showed me the four digit answer. “That’s the potential from tonight. And 10% of that is yours.”
    My mouth dried up. That was enough to pay my rent next month, buy my books next semester, and still give me some meals that were a bit more substantial than raman noodles. “Fucking hell, Cassie.”
    “I know,” she said, looking at the numbers herself. “I told you you needed to get in on this.”
    Her computer let off a soft ding, letting Cassie know she received a message and she looked up with a soft scowl. "I thought I logged out..." She bounced off her bed, and I concealed a smile as she sashayed across the room, still mostly unclothed.
    I envied her complete lack of self-consciousness. Cassie majored in Communications and her long blonde hair and California tan practically guaranteed her a spot on some anchor desk somewhere. I was an English major, and I looked it.
    My long, dark brown hair was straight and smooth, and my dark brown eyes were usually masked by glasses. I had always been shy and quiet, the exact opposite of my outgoing roommate, and where Cassie had never lacked for male companionship, I had only been out on a few tentative dates which usually ended with a few kisses, maybe a grope or two, but the passion had never been enough to entice me beyond that. I threw myself backwards on her bed and tried to imagine doing this for a living.
    "Jane," Cassie sounded hesitant. "There's a message for you."
    "Fan mail," I giggled.
    "No," she said, an odd tone in her voice. "A job offer."
    I crawled off the bed and went to the computer. Cassie jumped up and gave me the chair. While she bustled around the room getting dressed, I read the odd message she had received.
    Ms. C. Ellis,
    We saw your show with your dark haired friend and feel she would be an excellent addition to the Prema Society. We would like her to contact us for an interview and an explanation of her contractual duties should she choose to join our stable of young ladies.
    There was contact information including an address and phone number at the bottom. I opened a new window in the browser and searched for this society. The only information I could find was tied to the address, and it appeared to be some sort of swanky club for people with more money than I had ever even thought of. I glanced back at Cassie.
    "What do you think?"
    "Well," she shrugged. "An interview can't hurt. If they're rich, they can certainly afford to pay you and maybe even cover the rest of your college."
    My eyes widened at that thought. Paying off the rest