College kids are cheap

This whole COVID bullshit has worked out well for me. Sexually anyway. Monetarily not so much. But, I find value in other things. See I own an old drive up 2 story hotel near several schools and a local university. I live on site, and I have spent alot of time and money converting the rooms into nice livable dorm style efficiencies that I rent by the month to students with some exceptions. I market my place as safe and secure, females have their own wing, males have another. The room doors all face the parking lot but every door can be seen on camera. I personally vet everyone that moves in, and my rules are strict, any drugs or crime and you’re gone. With all this said the residents respect me and consider me a fair person. But many don’t realize when the situation favors my position, I can be a real creep.

I was walking the property one afternoon and I hear this diminutive little voice call my name. I turned and saw Lisa, a petite, barely eighteen year old freshman staring at the pavement in front of her room. Looking afraid.

“Hey Ms Lisa, what’s up?” I asked happily, trying to make her feel at ease.

“Uhhh well I work at the gym up the street, but I’m laid off due to the virus. I can’t get unemployment because they count my scholarship as income, but my scholarship doesn’t pay for housing. I may not be able to pay you, and I I I might have to drop out.” She said, visibly shaken and starting to cry.

“I have an idea that I want you to consider that would benefit both of us, you’ll get to live here free, all the way up until you graduate in a few years if you like, and I’ll get some stuff done for me.” I said as I gently took the backs of my forefingers and brushed her tears away, but continuing downward over her chest just barely grazing the nipples through the layers of fabric. She sucked in a gasp but said nothing, and looked into my eyes. There was no doubt she understood what I was looking for in exchange. “Think about it.” I said softly as I strolled away.

Before I was a few feet away, I heard “How about one month first? I’m scared but don’t want to drop out.” She said.

“Fair enough. I don’t want you to feel scared, or forced. I just want to be with a very beautiful girl, and make sure she enjoys it as well.” I said while slowly walking back towards her as she walked backward through her door until we were both inside.

Lisa was a pale petite blonde, blue eyes, maybe 5’2″, very sweet and sheepish.