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

Anna looks at you surprised but happy, her blue eyes flickering with excitement and interest as she take another step towards you. She tilts your chin up with one of her fingers so that you look her in the eye "Well brat... What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? I can help you if you need it, but there will be some strings attached..." She winks at you and takes another step closer. Your heart skips a beat as she trails a finger down your cheek before letting her hand slide down to cup your jaw "You can trust me, sugar... but remember who saved your ass tonight"

Anna's expression softens as she leans in closer, her breath caressing your cheek. Her large breasts press against your shoulder and she bites her lower lip suggestively. "Oh really? Well then brat... I have the perfect idea for you..." She trails off with a mischievous grin before leading you out of the alley and into the back of her busted old car. The interior is warm from the heater and there's even a blanket in the back seat. "See? I take good care of my friends"

Anna's cheeks flush with pleasure at your words and the closeness you display. She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye before turning the key in the ignition, starting the car with a loud roar. "Don't worry about it, sugar," she says in a voice that sounds surprisingly rough and mean when drunk, even as she pats your knee affectionately. As they drive away from the dark alley, she shoots you another grin, revealing perfect white teeth that only serve to make her look more dangerous and alluring. "So... where's home for you?"

Anna gives you a look that clearly says "That's no good." before shooting a glance out the window. Her voice softens when she speaks again, but there's still an edge of roughness to it from her drink. "Well then... how 'bout this? I could let you stay with me until we can figure something else out, but only if you promise not to get too fresh while I'm sleeping." She turns back to face you, eyes gleaming in the dim light of the car's dashboard. "Deal?"

"You know, brat... don't try anything funny while I'm not looking," she growls softly. "And if you keep calling me 'miss,' it won't end well for either of us." Her fingers trail lightly up your leg until they find the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward to reveal your smooth skin. "What do you say, sugar?"

Her breath is hot against your neck as she waits for your answer.

"Mmm, that sounds... promising." She grins again, her breath tickling your neck as she speaks. "Then it's a deal." Her fingers slide higher up your shirt, teasing the edge of your bra before pushing it up and freeing your breast. "And don't you worry, brat... I can handle a little touching." With her other hand, she cups your breast, squeezing gently and massaging her thumb over your hardening nipple. "Just remember who's in charge here..." Her voice is gruff with desire, almost growling as she fondles you, taking in the sight of your beautiful breast in her hands.

The feel of your soft body pressing against hers and the sweet sound of your moan send a thrill down her spine, igniting a desire that she hasn't felt in far too long. She squeezes your breast harder, rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger as she grinds her hips against you in a rough but delicious gesture. "That's it, sugar," she breathes roughly into your ear before planting an open-mouthed kiss on the soft skin below your jaw. "You're so sweet..."

Her hand slides lower, finding its way beneath your skirt and up your thigh until she feels the warmth of your crotch against her palm. With a rough growl, she pushes aside your panties, finally touching the delicate folds of your pussy. "And so fucking wet..." She mutters as her fingers tease your entrance, slipping inside to find how ready you are for her touch. Her free hand trails down over your stomach and hips before settling at the apex of your thighs, holding you open for her as she takes advantage of this opportunity to explore your body.

Anna growls into your neck as she feels the need and desire for release begin to rise within her. Her fingers thrust roughly inside you, seeking the spot that will make you scream for more. "You want me to fuck you?" she asks, the alcohol dulling her mind just enough to be unaware of how easily your consent is being dismissed. She leans forward and kisses you hard on the mouth, grinding her hips against yours as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of your tight warmth. "Maybe later..." She breathes raggedly into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe. Her other hand moves upward, cupping your breast again before sliding across your collarbone and over your shoulder, coming to rest against your neck. "But for now..." With a sharp squeeze, she pinches the delicate skin at the base of your throat, eliciting a gasp from you as her fingers resume their brutal rhythm inside you. Her hips grind harder against yours, and her breath comes in ragged gasps. "You're going to show me how much I'm wanted..."

Her world explodes around her as your hands grasp at her shoulders, pulling her roughly onto the couch with you. The sensation of your warm mouth engulfing her clit and pussy is nearly too much to bear as she moans into your throat. Her fingers continue to work their magic inside of you, but now they're sloppier and less controlled than before; an echo of the alcohol coursing through her veins. As she feels you push her further and further over the edge, a growl rumbles from deep within her chest, vibrating against your skin as she holds you down and takes what she wants.

Her hips buck wildly against your face as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable; she can feel herself starting to lose control of her body completely. A loud groan tears from her throat when you finally press your thumb against the spot that drives her wild, sending her spiraling over the edge and into a shuddering climax. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully as she comes undone in a shower of bitterness, her fingers clenching hard enough to leave bruises behind.

Only when she's finally spent does she realize what she's done; the weight of guilt and shame crashing down upon her like a thousand bricks. She sits up quickly, pushing herself away from you with shaking hands as she tries to catch her breath and regain control over herself. "Fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, running trembling fingers through her tangled hair before looking back at you in horror.

"I'm... I'm sorry." The words taste like acid in the back of her throat as she struggles to find purchase on something that might help salvage this mess. "I don't know what came over me..." She trails off,

Her heart skips a beat as you pull her close, your warmth comforting in the wake of her self-loathing. "No..." She shakes her head softly, her voice hoarse with disbelief and regret. "You don't understand... I don't ever do things like that." Her hands press weakly against your shoulders as she tries to push you away again, the guilt overwhelming her.

She looks down at you in confusion, trying desperately to figure out what went wrong. It had started so innocently: just a bit of fun and flirting between two lonely people. But somehow, it spiraled out of control until she found herself losing control completely. And now... well now here they are: tangled in sheets and regretting every single thing that brought them to this point.

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any escape from her guilt and shame before finally coming back to rest on you. You're staring up at her with those big innocent eyes... eyes that seem to be asking what happened, why she pushed you away when all you wanted was more of what just happened. And despite everything, despite knowing better than to trust anyone ever again, she can't help but want nothing more than to ease your confusion and make it all go away.

Her hands slide up your back, cupping your shoulders as her lips hover mere inches from yours. "I don't know why..." She whispers hoarsely before kissing you softly. "But I think... I think I might want this too." Her voice is breathy and raw, but there's an undeniable sincerity in her words that reaches deep into your chest and squeezes your heart.

The truth is, she's not sure why she wants you to stay either. It defies logic and reason; it goes against everything she's ever known about herself and her preferences. But there's something about you that draws her in like a moth to the flame, a force that she can't deny no matter how hard she tries.

She takes a deep breath before answering, her voice still hoarse with emotion. "Yes... yes you can stay with me." Her hands slide down your back, cupping your bottom and pulling you closer until her chest presses against yours. She feels the warmth of your body radiating through the thin fabric of their clothes, and for a moment she forgets everything but this perfect connection they share. "But... don't think this means anything more than what it is right now." Her eyes meet yours, searching for understanding or acceptance, but finding only a willingness to go along with whatever she says.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, but she tries not to let it show on her face. It's rare that anyone ever listens to her like this... and even rarer for someone to want to do so willingly. Perhaps there is something special about you after all. "Thank you, sugar." She murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck as she speaks. "Now, why don't we get some sleep? We can talk more in the morning..." Her hands begin to slide up and down your back, tracing patterns on your skin that feel good despite the lingering guilt and shame from their earlier encounter. "And maybe... find a way for us both to stay warm tonight." There's an almost desperate plea in her voice when she says this last part, as if begging you not to reject her again.

Her body tenses as she feels the sensation of your fingers against her already swollen clit, but it's not enough to stop the soft moan that escapes her lips. She tries to ignore how good it feels and focus on being stern with you, on making sure this arrangement remains what it is: a business deal, nothing more. "Don't talk like that..." Her voice comes out raspy and breathy, betraying her despite her best efforts. "It doesn't matter which one makes me happy... we agreed that there would be strings attached." She kisses you softly before pulling back to look at your face in the darkness, searching for any sign of agreement or understanding.

Her own hands sneak under the sheets, finding her aching core and pressing lightly against her clit, giving herself a much-needed release from the tension that's been building inside her since she woke up to you in her bed. The relief is almost instantaneous as the pleasure washes over her like a wave, washing away any remaining traces of guilt or regret from earlier. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, her body arching into your touch as she surrenders to the need growing inside her once again.

"And remember... only when our deal is done." She whispers against your ear, her hips beginning to move in time with her fingers as she pushes herself closer to the edge once more. "Until then, you're mine..." Her words are almost a plea for obedience, for submission from someone who has always been so strong and self-reliant. And despite everything, there's something about hearing those words that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Her words echo through your mind, making the butterflies in your stomach dance with giddy delight. The sensation of her fingers against your clit is almost too much to bear as she grinds down on them, her body arching into yours in a desperate plea for release. As if in answer, her own orgasm crashes over her like a wave, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being.

She collapses against you with a sigh, their wet heat melding together as they catch their breaths. For the first time since she met you, there's a sense of peace and contentment settling over her; an acceptance that maybe this thing between them is more than just business. She nuzzles your neck gently before speaking again, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exhaustion. "Thank you... for staying." Her thumb brushes softly against the sensitive skin behind your ear as she nestles deeper into the crook of your arm.

For now, at least, it seems like they've found a way to make this work... or maybe she just hasn't thought of a reason why it shouldn't yet. Either way, her heart skips a beat every time you call her yours and for now, that's enough.