The Hot Cam Girl: A Dark College Romance

By Grace Quirin

Sometimes people make very stupid decisions. Especially when they are actually aware of the consequences, but cannot defend themselves against their irrepressible greed. 

This collection of short stories includes the following stories:
The young student pregnant
Ex's best friend
The hot cam girl
The hot waitress
The personal trainer
At the Christmas party
The tennis coach
The hot actress
My best friend's wedding dress
The librarian pregnant
 Please do not study if you are under the age of 18!
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• Language: English
• Publisher: HIRASHIMA KOKI
• Release date: Feb 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215114902

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Table of Contents

The young student pregnant

Ex's best friend

The hot cam girl

The hot waitress

The personal trainer

At the Christmas party

The tennis coach

The hot actress

My best friend's wedding dress

The librarian pregnant

The Hot Cam Girl: A Dark College Romance

Author: Grace Quirin

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

The young student pregnant

Normally , Rebecca wouldn't be drawn to such a comparison, but looking for an apartment as a student comes very close to her definition of war. Especially if you also have such completely unrealistic claims as within 30 km of the university or accessible by public transport. You can then take 23€ for the m².

I'll just buy a tent and move to the botanical garden. Desperation and resignation make this notion sound less odd from ad to ad. And above all more affordable.

10m² space. All viewing appointments booked. No students. No matter which side she looks at, nothing seems close to what she can afford. If it wasn't all so frustrating, she would find it almost funny. But her studies will start in just under 2 weeks and she still hasn't found anything. If things continue like this, she could give up her career before it really got started.

Spacious 3 bedroom apartment for rent. Conveniently located, great views of downtown. Several shops and public transport within a minute's walk. students welcome. Apply quickly and easily here.

The ad immediately catches Rebecca's eye as, in a desperate attempt, she refreshes the page again. According to the address, the apartment is in the middle of the city center, right on the market. That would take her just ten minutes to walk to her faculty. Not to mention that it would also be within a few stops at the main station.

However, your rising euphoria is curbed by the fact that no images are available in the preview. Likewise, no rent is indicated. But given the situation, only the sons and daughters of doctors and lawyers can probably afford it. Even if you don't live in a shared flat, you pay almost three thousand euros in cold rent.

Undecided, the 19-year-old nibbles on her lower lip. What have I got to lose? I can't get more than one rejection. I'd be upset if I didn't at least try. Without getting her hopes up, she clicks on the application form and fills in the required data. Here, too, she is amazed that no evidence or collateral has to be given. She doesn't have the latter anyway. With BaföG and the small support from her parents, she will just about make ends meet. If she can study at all. Without an apartment, she can safely forget that.

What a cramp. Disappointed and with a small spark of anger in her stomach, she closes her laptop. She rubs her eyes with the backs of both hands and takes a deep breath, trying not to scream out loud. If she had known beforehand what a hassle it all is, she would have simply accepted the apprenticeship at the bank. That would be boring as hell, but at least she could have stayed with her parents. But no, Madame artist has to move three hundred kilometers to the big city to realize her dream as an artist.

Before she becomes even more miserable, she decides to pack her things and drive to the lake. The summer is coming to an end, so you have to take advantage of the last sunny days.

Brrr. Brrr. Brrr. Her jacket pocket vibrates rhythmically as Rebecca jumps out the door.

I can not right now. She reluctantly reaches for her phone to push the troublemaker away. Right now she has neither the time nor the head for anything else.

Hm. Strange number. She stares at the display for several seconds and quarrels with herself. In the end, however, curiosity wins out.

Meiser.

Hello Mrs. Meisner. I hope I'm not disturbing you. My name is Lukas Ritter.

Rebecca opens her mouth and eyes in a silent scream. Her heart sinks into her pants and she hastily has to hold on to the door frame.

Lord Knight. Hello. Glad you called.

Don't be so formal, call me Luke. I'm calling because I have her application for the apartment in front of me. When do you have time for a viewing appointment? His voice is deep and his pitch calm. This will help her stay calmer than she's feeling, too. Because the emotions overturn in the young woman. Joy, helplessness, being overwhelmed and euphoria fight for supremacy while she tries desperately to stay conscious. Easier said than done.

Me, she clears her throat once. I don't live in Frankfurt yet, so I would have to travel there first. But tomorrow would go. Well, if you can, of course.

Sounds good. Tomorrow 3:00 p.m. in front of the apartment. Do you have the address?

Yes. Yes, I have them.

See you tomorrow, Ms. Meisner. I am happy.

Thanks. Thanks very much. See you in the morning!

Almost a minute after Herr Ritter hung up, Rebecca gapes at the phone in her hand. A storm of thoughts sweeps through her head and she can't hold onto any of them long enough. After all the stress of the last few months, should everything finally be fine?

Keep calm Becca. It's just a visit. Probably a hundred other people will be there too. As with the last promising apartment. Reluctantly, she thinks about the fiasco with the nice, elderly couple. They hadn't counted on over seventy people showing up to see the room they wanted to rent. In the end even the police had to come.

In any case, Baggersee has been deleted. After the call, she storms back into the house with a full bag and up the stairs to prepare everything for tomorrow. She's been given another chance and this time she won't let it go. For the first time in weeks, a grin shows on her lips.

Maybe everything will be fine after all.

For a girl from the deepest hinterland, Frankfurt is something like the New York of Germany. It is not for nothing that the metropolis is called Mainhattan. Instead of pretty half-timbered houses and small shops, she faces a real skyline of skyscrapers. Not to mention the masses of people on the streets and sidewalks. The atmosphere intimidated her the first time. She's not proud of it, but that day she almost turned down her place at college. This world was too different for her, the simple woman from the village.

But now, on her fourth visit, she has tasted blood. In her head, she's already strolling along the waterfront and by night she'd get to know the city's party scene. With all their noise and neon lights. It is not said for nothing that student life is unique. You have to savor that.

But first she has to get this apartment. She spent hours dressing up for it. Not even on their last dates, all of which were terrible, did she put in so much effort. She has straightened her blond hair at great expense, her petite body is wrapped in an expensive skirt and blouse, and she even made sure she wore matching underwear. It's not because she's planning anything along those lines, but it just makes her feel incredibly sexy. She rounds it all off with subtle make-up, which she borrowed from her mother without further ado.

She kept her nervousness under control for the entire ride. But now that the time has come and the moment of truth is fast approaching, her palms are sweaty and her heart is beating wildly under her chest. One more street corner and she's there.

Whatever their expectations, they don't come close to what is looming before their eyes. A colossus of glass and stone spirals so high that she has to tilt her head back. The bright facade seems to glow in the sun and the large windows reflect the light back onto the street. A carefully tended garden surrounds the building, giving the impression that the high-rise is surrounded by greenery.

Wow. Overwhelmed by the sight, the prospective student is immediately overcome by worrying thoughts. Is this really the right address? She can never afford such an apartment. Or does the building only look beautiful from the outside and looks like a dump from the inside?

At least she can answer the first question herself, because in front of the entrance to the skyscraper three women are crowded together and are talking excitedly to each other. In doing so, she catches the word knight, which no doubt seems to be her landlord. Usually up to twenty-thirty people line up to visit. Why are we so few? And why only women?

Each of the women is her age and probably also enrolled at the university. But unlike her, they seem to have prepared themselves to go to a nightclub. Short skirts, plunging necklines, excessive make-up. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Hey. She forces a smile and gently raises her hand as she approaches the three women. They immediately give her a skeptical look and are openly suspicious of her appearance. After all, they are competitors somewhere.

Hey. Answer the one on the right, who with her pale skin, black hair and especially all black clothes looks like she wants to go to the cemetery. Corset, studded bracelet, too much eyeliner and kajal.

Are you here for the apartment too? A doll with peroxide blonde hair intervenes. Her skin is tanned from the solarium and she has tamed her large breasts with a light-colored blouse. Although this is clearly a size too small, which is why the point of her bra is visible. She wears a tight, plaid skirt and looks as if she wants to go to a carnival event as a schoolgirl.

Um... yes.

Where have I gotten here?

What do you study?

Art. And you? Rebecca is happy about the small talk. The sight of the three rigged women torpedoed their expectations.

Fashion Design. The gothic bride is the first to answer and the choice of her vocation doesn't surprise her one bit. Even if her style is unusual, it shows an artistic eye. She wouldn't be surprised if the corset and accessories are all homemade.

Teaching English and Music. Is that why she's wearing a schoolgirl outfit?

Computer Science. For the first time, the last of the bunch gets a chance to speak. She has decided on a summer dress, which is clearly the best choice given the temperatures. Her nipples and the dark areola around them because she is not wearing a bra can be seen through the fabric. And the way the dress wraps around her hips, she's either wearing skintight panties or no panties at all.

Is there a costume party in town that I don't know about? But even then...who goes to an apartment tour without their underwear on? Rebecca's thoughts just can't stand still. The situation is so absurd and yet it makes her question her own choice of clothes. In contrast to her competitors, she seems almost stuffy. Despite the knee-length skirt.

Good day. I see we are complete. I am Lord Knight. A man in his thirties, dressed in a dark blue tailored suit, approaches the group. With his appearance, he releases the uncomfortable tension between the women, who don't even know their names.

Rebecca had imagined the man completely differently. Most of their previous landlords were old, stout and struggling with growing baldness. But he's... hot. A well-trained body is visible under the suit, he has cut his full, dark hair into a fashionable hairstyle and the three-day beard gives his striking face a touch of wildness.

No contradiction? Good, then let's go inside. He flashes a stunning smile before turning towards the entrance. The four women look at each other in surprise before shrugging in unison and following him into the building complex.

So much for the inside of a dump. The group enters a large foyer tiled with dark marble. The women's heels can be heard from afar, especially the fashion designer-to-be's knee-high, black leather boots. Becca wouldn't last ten feet in those high heels.

Silently, she trudges behind the group, which is walking toward the elevators. She feels more and more out of place with every passing second. Even if the apartment should look reasonable, she could never afford it. Not in such a luxury skyscraper. Not to mention their competitors. They already undressed their landlord with their eyes when he came up the stairs. And even now they keep staring at his butt.

But it's also a nice butt. The prospective student mentally slaps herself. Pay attention. You're so close to making your dream come true. Don't let him take you on the home stretch now. Think of all the hours of hard work. You will NOT lose to these broads.

Luckily no one can hear her mental soliloquies. But they do not lose their effect. In her mind's eye she thinks of all the exams, all the hardships of looking for an apartment and all the hours she spent alone in her room preparing for college.

When the elevator opens again, you are not in an entrance hall, but directly in the light-flooded living room of the apartment. A huge glass front extends at the end of the room and reveals a view over downtown Frankfurt. Directly in front of them is a large park, which is in the middle of bloom.

Speechless, Rebecca opens her mouth and stares at the scene. She has never experienced such a view up close in her life. Your competitors seem to have succumbed to the same rigidity. Neither of them says a word, not even when Herr Ritter steps into the living room and spreads his arms.

Welcome to your future apartment. Well ... at least the apartment of one of you.

The apartment is already fully furnished. Modern furniture made of dark upholstery contrasts with the light-colored wall. There is a fireplace in the middle of the room, which is shielded from the rest of the room by a large pane of glass. The gray marble fitted kitchen is probably more expensive than her parents' entire house.

Craziness. The blonde woman in the short schoolgirl skirt is the first to say what everyone else is thinking. They swarm out like a bunch of bees and start to explore the apartment. Walk-in shower and bathtub in the bathroom, a huge bed with a walk-in closet in the bedroom and a storage room that is as big as your previous room.

You can constantly hear surprised sounds of joy coming from another corner of the apartment. And all the luxury is complemented by that incredible view that neither Rebecca nor any of her competitors can escape.

Mr. Ritter sits on the modern leather couch with a grin on his face the whole time while he watches them explore. Only when they have all more or less finished with their initial curiosity do they gather around him again.

I see you seem to like the apartment. They nod in unison to the beat, although it was obviously a rhetorical question.

But I don't think I can even remotely afford it. Becca feels like a spoilsport. For a brief moment, the illusion of wallowing in this luxury and being able to even live was nice.

For that matter... I'm renting to the highest bidder. His words are followed by a weighty pause, during which he examines each of the ladies once.

One of you will be going home today with a lease on this apartment. The term covers your entire standard period of study. Furnishings and utilities included.

Again, the women's mouths drop down. Everything he says sounds like music to their ears and even if they still can't quite believe it, everyone is already imagining what it would be like to live in this apartment and study without any worries.

My budget is six hundred euros. The quiet computer science student with the summery dress and the visible nipples is the first to speak up. She fixes Herr Ritter with her penetrating gaze as if the others weren't even here.

Six hundred euros. That's almost too much for me. Rebecca's euphoria fades as quickly as it came. She could never afford that. If only she had listened to her gut feeling. But her landlord immediately raises his hands in an apologetic gesture while shaking his head at the same time.

I ask you. Do I look like I need money? He laughs smugly and leans back, his arm lowering onto the back of the couch.

I'm paid in kind.