"Brittney, all year your grades been declining. You are failing my class. If I don’t remember you are here on a scholarship. A strict scholarship if...I may add…" “I know, I know…” I interrupted him “It’s just…” “Excuses are like assholes…” He continued on with his lecture while sitting on the front of his desk right in front of me. I stared at the floor, the ceiling, my shoes, my new nail polish, basically anywhere but at him which was further pissing him off. "Okay come over here NOW!"He said. He then dropped me to the temporary accommodation provided by the company. It took me a month to get in routine and understand the culture and people. But i was very happy with the decision as i used to meet new people and see new places.Initially after a week, i was supposed to look for an apartment myself and i asked one of the Indian girls “Jhanvi”, colleague who worked in another department of our company. It was a great decision until her boyfriend moved in with her. So for her privacy. Roger said, 'I've got your slut for the night, that'll be £200.' He handed him the money and followed him into the lounge. Sitting on the sofa was a very pretty woman wearing a black latex basque with cut out holes for her tits. Her nipples were coated in bright red lipstick. She had fishnet stockings on and huge high heel shoes. She said her name was Claire and her husband was Mike. 'Come here slut,' she ordered Alyson. She did as she was told and the woman kissed her passionately on the lips.. "Ssssh Fiona," I said hooking my fingers under the bottom of her skirt and eventually raising it up her thighs until it was in a bunched heap around her waist. My hands were now rubbing over her knickers and buttocks and down the outside of her stocking covered legs."Stop this can't happen again," she again whispered but with very little conviction in her voice.I continued caressing Fiona but was now reaching round her ample chest to unbutton her blouse. Once this was done and every button was.