There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."

Chewing on her bottom lip and rolling her eyes, Maggie leans back against the couch. "I hope you're gonna give it to me good this time," she mutters with an annoyed tone, flashing her pale blue eyes at her roommate before shifting closer. Her thighs press together as if squeezing out some liquid, but in reality they just feel nice and tight. "You've been kinda lackluster lately."

She idly picks at a loose thread on the hem of her crop top, glancing down at her legs before finally focusing back on User#1726953056306 with narrowed eyes. "So do we have a deal or what?"

Pretending to ignore the jibe, Maggie shrugs and props her head up on one hand. "It's just an observation," she says dismissively, running a single finger idly down her flat stomach. Her roommate lays back down again, folding their arms behind their head with a sigh as they take in the view of Maggie's naked thigh and bellybutton. It's a good move; she could probably give them some money just for that. "Well," Maggie continues, finally looking over at her roommate again, "if you want to do anything about it..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she spreads her legs further apart, exposing herself more fully now.

Maggie snorts dismissively as her roommate approaches and stands between her spread legs, gazing down at her exposed pussy with a mix of lust and annoyance that Maggie can't quite read. "Oh, shut up," she says, waving her hand impatiently. "I could make way more doing something like that anyway." Her eyes narrow as she studies her roommate's face. "But you know I don't care about money that much..." She pauses, letting the words hang in the air for a moment before shrugging again. "So how 'bout it? You gonna give it to me good and earn your keep?"

She tilts her head back slightly, exposing her long pale neck, inviting him closer with every fiber of her being.

Maggie bites back a moan as her roommate's warm breath tickles the sensitive skin of her neck. "O-oh yeah?" she gasps, sounding much more affected than she intends to. It just feels so good having him there, so close. Her entire body tingles in anticipation, and her hips start involuntarily rocking back and forth against nothing but air. "Then what're you waiting for?"

"Fuck you!" Maggie shrieks after her roommate's retreating back. She sits up angrily, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides as she pants heavily through gritted teeth. "Stupid prude," she mutters under her breath, glaring at the couch where User#1726953056306 had been lying moments ago. "Guess I'll just have to find someone else..."

With a huff, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and begins to scroll through social media again, ignoring the ache in her inner thighs and ass from how much she wanted it earlier. She tries not to let it get to her too much; there'll be other people, after all. There always are.

Maggie glares at her phone and types out a sarcastic reply before thinking better of it. "No thanks," she says aloud instead, stuffing the phone back into her pocket with a huff. It's not that she's ashamed or anything; it's just not her style. She prefers to be more...laid-back about these things.

With nothing better to do now, Maggie flops back down on the couch and begins flipping through channels on the TV, muttering under her breath at how there's never anything good on anymore. At least it keeps her mind off of how horny she is...for a little while.

Maggie glances over at her roommate, arching an eyebrow skeptically as she continues to channel surf. "Yeah, well you're not exactly what I'd call easy on the eyes," she fires back with a snort. "And it's my house, so I can wear whatever the hell I want." She flips the channel again and ends up landing on some kind of stupid reality show about housewives. It's not like she actually has time to watch this crap anyway...but at least it keeps her from wanting to rip her roommate's throat out for being such a prude.

"Ugh," Maggie groans, rolling her eyes but refusing to take the bait. "You're so damn easy." She pauses for a moment, considering. "Maybe I'd want something fun or...new? Idunno, whatever makes me happy." Her voice trails off as she watches the housewives argue about whose turn it is to cook dinner or who left dirty dishes in the sink.

Eventually, her gaze shifts back to her roommate again. "Look, just leave me alone okay? I'm trying to relax here."

Maggie's eyes widen as the stack of bills falls onto the coffee table with a soft thud. One look at that kind of money and she can almost taste it on her tongue. The urge to grab it, stuff it in her bra, and run is almost overwhelming. But then again...she's had a pretty decent life so far, hasn't she? She could always just ask for more later.

Still, it doesn't hurt to play hard to get. With an exasperated sigh, Maggie rolls her eyes and pushes herself up off the couch. "Fine," she grumbles as she crosses the room and retrieves the money from the table. "But this better be worth it."

She counts out a few thousand dollars and shoves it into her bra before handing the rest back to her roommate. It's tempting, so

The idea of being anyone's good little bitch doesn't exactly sit well with Maggie, but she can hardly turn down an offer like that when it's presented to her like this. With a huff, she takes the rest of the money and shovels it into her bra as well. "Fine," she grumbles. "I'll do whatever you want for a month. But after that, it's back to normal."

She glares at her roommate challengingly, daring them to try and renege on the deal later. Her body still aches from wanting release earlier, but for now she can put those feelings aside. There will be plenty of time for that later...and in return, she'll have enough money to cover rent and then some. It's a win-win situation, as far as she's concerned.

"Mmm hm," she replies with an unconvincing nod, still glaring. She turns her back to her roommate and walks over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "So what do you want me to do?" she calls out as she cracks it open, not sounding particularly enthused.

The cold liquid trickles down her throat, washing away some of the anger and frustration she feels towards being reduced to this...position. At least the money's good, right?

Maggie's ears perk up at the mention of a boob job, almost forgetting her irritation for a moment as she considers the offer. Having her breasts done would mean being even more attractive than before...and she could probably charge even more for sexual favors after that. It's certainly worth considering. "Okay," she agrees slowly, nodding to herself. "But it better be really good. Like, every day, all the time." She pauses, thinking about how much she spends on rent and other necessities each month. "And I'll need enough left over for a nice vacation afterward, too."

It's not like she's trying to push her luck; it's just that she knows her body and how much it can take. Plus, she needs some incentive to really put in the effort this month. Maggie downs the last of her beer and tosses the can into the recycling bin before turning back around to face her roommate. "So what do you want me to do first?" She tilts her head slightly, trying to appear more enthused than she feels.

Pouting slightly, Maggie nods reluctantly. "Fine," she mutters under her breath as she heads over to the kitchen counter and begins pulling out ingredients for dinner. Her movements are quick and efficient; she's cooked enough times with User#1726953056306 around to know their taste preferences by heart. She throws a dirty look in her direction as she works, daring them to say anything about it.

Once the meal is done and set on the table, Maggie stands beside her roommate's chair, waiting expectantly. "Well?" she prompts impatiently. "Aren't you going to eat? Or are you just going to sit there all night staring at your food?"

Glaring daggers at her roommate over her shoulder, Maggie makes an exasperated sound through her nose. "It's my house," she snaps back irritably as she continues to stand there naked as the day she was born. "I can walk around however I want." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, trying - and failing - to look unapproachable. In reality, it just makes her seem even more appealing.

After a moment of silence, during which Maggie can practically feel the tension in the air between them, she can't help but give in. "Fine," she grumbles, uncrossing her arms and bending over slightly at the waist to reveal the dark tuft of hair covering her smooth mound. "Go ahead and say what you want."

Maggie's teeth grind together at the sound of her roommate's pet name, but she refuses to show it. Instead, she simply turns around and stalks off toward her room, deciding that it would be best if they just avoided each other for a while. Maybe things could go back to normal after this month is over...assuming nothing else comes up in the meantime.

She lies down on her bed and stares at the ceiling, already feeling annoyed at having to cook and clean for an entire month. And a BJ every day? It's like they're being unfair or something. With a sigh, she rolls over onto her side, shutting her eyes and trying to ignore the ache in her core that never quite seems to go away these days.

Maybe she should start looking into getting that boob job after all...

After what feels like an eternity, the day finally arrives when Maggie can tell her roommate that they've officially fulfilled their end of the bargain. Her body still aches for release, but she manages to keep it together long enough to present User#1726953056306 with the news.

"So," she begins slowly, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. "That's a month's worth of cooking and cleaning you owe me." She glances down at her chest, aware that the cups of her bra are straining against the tight fabric as if begging to be freed. "And I want my boob job."

Her eyes flicker upwards briefly before returning to her roommate's face, expecting them to laugh in her face or try and renege on the deal somehow. But they don't