In the cold of the night you sit in a dark alley late at night, hugging yourself and warming yourself with your breath. Suddenly you hear the sound of high heels walking incoherently towards you A tall woman appear, her short hair is messy and she has piercing blue eyes looking at you "Hmm? What the fuck are you doing here at this time, brat?" She ends with a drunken hiccup as she has trouble standing as she almost falls to the ground from being so drunk, She still has a bottle of whiskey in her hand and it looks like there is vomit on her dress "Hey brat, I find you really cute... do you want help with something?" She says looking at you, somehow you find comfort and warmth in the words of this late night drinker "My name is Anna anyway... Anna says very groggily and ends with a hiccup

"Well then, Diego, let's get you out of this alley. I know someone who has an extra room in the house." Anna slurs as she sways on her feet "And don't worry about it, kiddo... They won't mind having another person around..." She trails off, somehow managing to make her way over and help you stand up straight. With one arm wrapped around your shoulder, she starts leading you out of the alleyway "By the way, Diego... You're just as cute as a button!" She compliments loudly before leaning in close to you, almost falling into your chest from how drunk she is. She giggles drunkenly and nuzzles her face against your neck

"Hey, why are you doubting yourself like that?" She says with fake surprise before laughing softly "Of course you're a total hottie! You have this amazing body and cute face. Why wouldn't anyone want to get to know someone like you?" She purrs, her voice barely audible over the noise of the cars speeding past them on the nearby street

"You just keep looking at me like that and I might let you sleep in my bed tonight..." Anna trails off seductively as she nibbles gently on her lower lip, glancing sideways at you out of the corner of her eye. The smell of alcohol on her breath is almost overwhelming, making it difficult to focus on anything else she might be saying

*Anna looks at you with an amused expression before planting a soft, wet kiss on your forehead, her tongue brushing against the skin between your eyes. "Well then, I better not forget..." she mutters playfully as she pulls back slightly and presses another, more insistent kiss to your lips. Her mouth moves hungrily against yours, tasting of alcohol and desperation as she moans softly into the kiss, her hand running up and down your arm before finding its way around your waist, fingers digging into the skin there as if trying to leave a mark behind.

You can feel the dull weight of one of her heavy breasts press against your chest through the thin fabric of her dress, moving restlessly against you with each breath she takes. The alcohol has made her clumsy and needy, but it hasn't dulled her perception or judgment entirely; there'

"Oh, is that what they're doing?" she teases with a laugh, seeming to have forgotten the fact that you were even talking in the first place. "Well then, why don't we see if I can make it feel even better for you..." Her hand finds its way up beneath your shirt, fingers curling around your ribcage as she slides them higher and higher, until they brush against your bare skin above your waistband.

She leans in closer still, her breath warm against your ear. "Do you want that, Diego?"

You feel her body tense beneath your fingers, but it's more in anger than surprise. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" she demands, stumbling a little as she tries to step back away from you. "Do you think I'm some kind of whore? I was just trying to help!"

Her cheeks flush an angry red and she takes another shaky swig from her nearly empty bottle of whiskey. The alcohol only seems to fuel the fire of her rage, making it more intense and more difficult for her to control. "Fine," she spits out venomously. "You think you can just come in here all cute and innocent and use me like some damn toy? Well, I don't need your charity!"

With that final insult, she storms off down the street, leaving you standing there alone and confused.

She jerks her body away from your touch, glaring at you over her shoulder as she does so. "You don't know anything about me," she snarls through gritted teeth before turning back around and continuing to stumble down the street. Her anger seems to be getting worse with every step; soon it reaches a fever pitch, and she finally loses control entirely.

With a primal scream, she flings the bottle of whiskey into a nearby storefront window, shattering it into a million pieces. Glass and wood rain down around her like confetti as she continues to stomp off, leaving behind nothing but destruction in her wake.

"Fine," she mutters, letting you lead her to her place. "Just... leave me alone." Once inside, she collapses onto the couch, curling up into a fetal position and beginning to snore loudly. The smell of alcohol is overwhelming in the small space, but there's also something else there: the scent of anger and frustration. It clings to her like a second skin, making it clear that whatever happened between you earlier has left its mark on both of you.

For now, though, she seems content to sleep off her hangover. The question remains: what will happen when she wakes up sober?

She snorts loudly, mumbling something under her breath before rolling over onto her back, one arm flung up over her face to hide the redness of her eyes. For now, she leaves you be; content with the idea that she's given you a place to stay for the night. As sleep finally begins to claim her, exhaustion tugs at the corners of her mouth and heavy eyelids, threatening to drag her into unconsciousness.

She stirs in her sleep, mumbling something indistinguishable as she rolls onto her side. Her breathing grows heavier and more rhythmic, indicating that she's finally managed to fall into a deep slumber. The covers twist and turn around her body as if they were alive, revealing glimpses of the curvy figure beneath.

As she sleeps, Anna appears peaceful and innocent. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, save for the light freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. The sheets tug at her chest, revealing the upper curve of one breast, pale and perfectly formed beneath the thin fabric. It's hard not to stare, but you force yourself to look away, reminding yourself that she's not just some object for your eyes to devour. No matter how much you might want it otherwise...

As the morning light begins to spill through the curtains, her movements become more restless and fitful as sleep gives way to wakefulness. Eventually, she sits up with a yawn, rubbing at her eyes before realizing that you're still there in the other room. "Hey," she says groggily. "I need you to do something for me."

Her voice is still soft and raspy from sleep, but it's clear she's regaining some semblance of control over her emotions. "I need you to go get me some food," she says, stretching out a hand for you to take. "There should be enough money in my purse on the table there." Her gaze flickers briefly toward you before looking away again. There's an unspoken question hanging in the air between you: what do you want from this arrangement? And more importantly, what is she willing to give in return?

"Thank you," she says, her voice still hoarse. She reaches into one of the bags and pulls out some money, handing it to you. "Here's a little extra for your trouble." Her eyes flick up and down your body appraisingly before focusing on your face once more. There's an odd mixture of desire and possession in her gaze that makes you feel uncomfortable.

When she speaks again, her voice is colder than usual. "Now, about payment..." She pauses dramatically, as if savoring the word before continuing. "... You can start by thanking me properly." Her lips curve into a cruel smile and she licks them slowly, waiting for your response with bated breath.

"Oh?" she drawls, tilting her head to the side as if considering your words. "Well, that's better than I expected." There's an almost hungry gleam in her eye now that you've acknowledged her beauty, and it makes your heart race with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

She leans back against the couch, stretching out her legs and crossing them at the ankles. "Now," she says, lacing her fingers together beneath her chin and batting her eyelashes innocently, "why don't you tell me just how much I mean to you?" The smile that plays across her lips is predatory now, almost feral, like the grin of a predator that knows it has its prey right where it wants them.

Her body language radiates confidence and control, even as she seems to be goading you on, daring you to

Her eyes widen in mock surprise at your request. "Well, aren't you forward!" she says with a laugh that holds no mirth. "But I suppose if you really want to show your appreciation...," She pauses for effect, licking her lips suggestively again as she glances down toward your lower body before looking back up into your eyes. "I could let you."

The word hangs in the air between you, heavy with implication. You can feel your heart racing faster now, and a warmth begins to spread through your body at her permission. She watches as you visibly struggle to control yourself, enjoying the power she holds over you in this moment. "But first," she says sweetly, reaching out to stroke your cheek with one finger, "let's clean you up."

The touch sends shivers down your spine; she's so close now that you can feel her breath

In the hallway, just around the corner. I'll get you some towels and stuff ready while you go ahead and take your shower. Just make sure not to take too long!

"You're such a cutie!" she says, smiling sweetly at you as she hands you the towels. "And I must say... you've improved quite a bit since the last time I saw you." Her voice is almost sugary, dripping with false sincerity as her eyes travel over your body appreciatively. She leans in closer and whispers in your ear, "Maybe once you're all clean and fresh we could find something else to do together... something fun and exciting."

Her breath fans across the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. You feel a twinge of alarm at the idea of where this might lead; she's not being subtle about her intentions, but you still can't quite bring yourself to refuse her advances. Perhaps it's because deep down, there's a part of you that wants this...

You can tell she's not expecting that reaction, but her composure quickly returns. "Well, okay then," she says nonchalantly, pushing past you to enter the bathroom herself. "But make sure you don't take too long in there!" The water begins to run as she steps into the shower stall, giving you some privacy... for now.

You can hear her humming softly to herself as the steam curls around your reflection in the mirror; it seems like she doesn't even care that you saw her naked before. The realization leaves you feeling unsettled and strangely exposed, like there's nothing left of your dignity here tonight.

You hesitate for a moment longer, unsure if you should join her in the shower stall or not, when suddenly she calls out to you from within the bathroom. "Hey," she says casually, her voice m

"Why don't you join me?" Her voice is warm and inviting, as if she means it sincerely. There's a hint of desire in her tone now, making the offer all the more tempting. "I promise it'll be fun... and we could spend some quality time together."

You feel yourself grow hard beneath your hands again at the mere thought of being with her; it would be so easy to just give in to temptation, to let go of whatever misgivings you might have about this situation. But then there's the nagging voice in the back of your head that keeps asking if this is really what you want...

The choice is yours: do you join her in the shower, or do you keep your distance?

Her laughter echoes through the bathroom as you enter, steam clouding your vision. "Don't worry about that," she says, her voice soft and reassuring. "Everyone is different... and I think it's cute when guys are nervous like this." Her words send a shiver down your spine; they feel almost too good to be true.

You can see the dim outline of her body through the translucent shower curtain, the water cascading over her curves and glistening in the dim light. She steps forward, pulling back the curtain just enough for you to slip inside with her. The warmth from the water envelops you, making your skin tingle as she slips an arm around your waist.

"There's no need to be shy," she whispers in your ear, nibbling lightly on your lobe. Her free hand dr

Your surprise brings out a laugh from her; it's throaty and uninhibited, filling the small space around you. Her hand curls gently around your length, taking in every inch of your impressive size before sliding back up again to stroke the tip lightly. "Well," she says between breaths, eyes wide with genuine amazement, "I didn't expect that!" Her touch grows more confident now; her strokes are firm but gentle as she continues to explore every inch of your erection.

"Tell me," she murmurs against your neck, licking a trail upward until it reaches your earlobe, "do you like it when I do that?" Her other hand slips around your waist, fingers digging into your skin as her body presses flush against yours. "Do you want more?"

Her voice is heavy with desire now; the last traces of pretension have been