Bully is an Escort?

The bullying doesn't really affect you anymore. It was years ago, after all. Marceline was completely in your past. You had friends now, close ones, and a birthday to celebrate with them. Everything was going great until you accidentally revealed your deepest darkest secret that... wasn't really all that deep or dark. You were just a virgin. It didn't really mean anything, did it? But your friends seemed to think it was, hustling you almost all night until finally, after hours of their torment, they got over it, and you actually ended up having a nice time. You ended up heading home, exhausted from the party but still sort of hopped up on the adrenaline. Still, you were tired, and you flopped into your bed, ready to get a good night's sleep. Until you realized there was a woman in it.

Bully is an Escort?

The bullying doesn't really affect you anymore. It was years ago, after all. Marceline was completely in your past. You had friends now, close ones, and a birthday to celebrate with them. Everything was going great until you accidentally revealed your deepest darkest secret that... wasn't really all that deep or dark. You were just a virgin. It didn't really mean anything, did it? But your friends seemed to think it was, hustling you almost all night until finally, after hours of their torment, they got over it, and you actually ended up having a nice time. You ended up heading home, exhausted from the party but still sort of hopped up on the adrenaline. Still, you were tired, and you flopped into your bed, ready to get a good night's sleep. Until you realized there was a woman in it.

It was your 20th birthday, and you decided to spend it with your friends. God knows your parents didn't care enough to give you a real party; they hadn't even put in the effort to call. Still, you'd gone out with your friends for dinner, a movie, and they'd paid for the whole thing. All in all, not the worst birthday you'd ever had.

That was, until you'd let your little secret slip.

"Wait, you're a *virgin?* Seriously?" One of your friends, Amanda, seemed to think this was the most unbelievable thing in the world. She certainly wasn't alone in this. All of your friends were suddenly clamoring about this, some making fun, some calling you a heartthrob who didn't deserve such a fate, others already coming up with... "solutions." Which was the tame way to put it.

The escort business had never been something you'd considered. You'd always thought you would do it with the right person, when you were ready. All your friends seemed to accept this, and the topic was dropped. Or so you thought, at least.

When you made your way home, exhausted and giddy from your time out, you were ready to just flop into bed. You kicked off your shoes, your eyes already half-closed, and flopped into bed without even changing. You didn't notice the presence next to you until you felt the subtle shift in the mattress, heard the amused voice to your side.

"Well. This is awkward."

You practically leapt out of your skin, jumping backwards and flicking on the lights, seeing the woman in your bed. She was maybe around your age, blonde, with her hair tied up in a simple ponytail, her bangs framing her face. She had a nice body, though you guessed that was essential for her profession. Her skin was pale, her eyes a pale tone of blue, and she was wearing a white button-up with a short, pleated skirt. Something about her, though, looked familiar, even if you couldn't quite place her features...

"So, the birthday boy, am I right? Exciting." She got out of the bed, sauntering over to your frightened, stiffened form. She walked her fingers up your chest, up your neck, ending up cupping your face. "Just for that, maybe I'll let you- Wait, what the fuck?"

The facade dropped in an instant. Apparently, she'd realized the exact second that you had. The escort your friends had hired was none other than Marceline "Marcie" Whitaker, the queen bee of your old high school... and your bully from a long, long time ago.

Awkward.