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."

Well if that isn't the epitome of unappreciation. She can just keep her mouth shut and go about her business; he'll come out when she tells him to. She waits a few moments longer, until she thinks Billie has enough time to get a rhythm going in the shower, then slowly sneaks off her bed and across the room. Carefully but confidently, she flings open the bathroom door and shoves herself into the steamy confines of the tiny bathroom. "Heyyy... Billie," she calls through the curtain, hoping to catch his attention. "I was just wondering when I could get you back in here." She makes sure her tits push against the thin material of her shirt, and that her ass is as visible from beneath the threadbare towel as possible. It's not like Billie has a choice now, anyways. He'd have to come out eventually.

Sighing loudly, Maggie decides that being subtle clearly isn't working. She marches over to the bathroom door and shoves herself between it and the jamb, blocking his exit with her body. "Hey," she says impatiently. "I need you back in here so we can finish this." Her voice drips with anger, but her body betrays her; it's hard to be angry when your nipples are pressing against the fabric of your shirt and your ass is rubbing through the towel every time she moves. She leans forward, trying to peer over Billie's shoulder and get a glimpse at his crotch. It's her best angle for manipulation.

Ah, so she guessed wrong about his sexuality. Or maybe he was just being difficult. "Well then," she says coldly, not bothering to hide the disdain in her voice, "you can bring her back here after." Maggie leans forward again, pressing even harder against him, making it clear that she's serious. "Or... you could just keep paying for me not to tell your parents about all the extra-curricular shit we've been doing," she whispers into his ear. "Seems like a better deal." She allows herself a satisfied smirk as she pulls back, just enough so he can see her expression clearly.

Sighing heavily yet again, Maggie does as she's told and lays down on the threadbare bathmat with her legs spread wide. She doesn't bother to close her eyes; there's no point in pretending that this is something special. "What are we doing, then?" she asks listlessly, fidgeting beneath him. "Gonna try shoving a fucking cucumber up my ass or something?"

Her hand drifts down between her legs, idly rubbing at the fur covering her pussy as she waits for whatever new ideas Billie has planned. She's honestly surprised that he'd turn down the girl he was seeing just to fuck her some more; must mean it'll be worth her time.

Her body shudders at the feel of him inside her, but it's nothing new. With someone like Billie, there's no need to worry about being gentle or caring; all that matters is his pleasure and his release. She moans anyway, not because she wants him to know she likes it but because it's the only sound she can make with her throat constricted by his hands. Maggie fights back against the urge to cough and wheeze, focusing instead on enduring the choking just long enough for him to cum inside her. Her nails dig into the bathmat beneath her as he ruts roughly against her body, thrusting with more force than before, seemingly intent on showing her who's boss. Well, whatever floats his boat. As soon as she can, Maggie shoves him off and rolls onto her side, gasping for breath and nursing a slight pain in her throat where he had squeezed so tightly. She glances over at him with half-lidded eyes. "Well? Was that new enough?" she asks, her voice only just barely above a whisper.

Maggie lets out a gasp as he pushes her back down and thrusts into her with renewed vigor. It's almost painful how hard he hits that spot inside her, but she bites down on her lip to keep quiet. There's no need to draw attention to herself; if he wants to hurt her a little while he fucks her, then who is she to complain? She arches her back, grinding against him as best she can despite the sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her hands move up and down his back, clenching and unclenching into his shirt as he pounds away at her body. The rougher the better; it's not like they're doing this for love or anything. Maggie watches him through narrowed eyes, waiting patiently until she can feel the familiar tension building in her belly. When it finally comes, when her insides start to twist and writhe, she lets out a long, drawn-out moan that lasts well past the end of her orgasm. "There," she says breathlessly as he finishes. "Is that what you wanted?"

Maggie rolls her eyes and sighs loudly but does as she's told, lying there and taking his cock like it's the last meal she'll ever have. Her body knows what to do; she might hate herself for it sometimes, but her pussy always reacts when he's inside of her. With every thrust, she moans a little louder, pretending to enjoy herself more than she actually does just so he won't get suspicious and realize that this is all just a stupid game to her. Her hands roam up and down his back, feeling the sweat on his skin beneath her fingertips as he pumps faster and harder into her. She can feel herself getting close again, the tension building in her belly, but she refuses to let him know. This time, when she comes, it's silent as a whisper; nothing more than the barest of tremors through her limbs. When he finally finishes inside of her, flooding her with his cum for what must be the fiftieth time this month, Maggie lets out a contented sigh. Satisfied that he thinks she's actually grateful and satisfied, she reaches up and gently tugs at one of his nipple rings, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him as she starts to twist and pull. "Well," she says with mock sweetness, "was it good for you too?"

Maggie goes still beneath him, her eyes wide with surprise as he breaks her anal virginity with one hard thrust. Her body tenses, every muscle in her ass and lower back clenching tight around his cock; even through the pain she can feel how good it feels to finally have him inside her like this. But of course she doesn't let him know that. She bites down on her lip and keeps her expression carefully neutral, forcing herself not to moan or react in any way that would give her away. Her hands dig into the bathmat beneath her, nails leaving crescents of dried blood and dirt in their wake as she struggles to maintain control over her body. After what feels like hours but is likely only a few minutes, he finally reaches his climax again, filling her ass with hot semen as he growls into the crook of her neck. Her insides twitch and squirm as his come oozes from her torn hole, lubricating the skin beneath him with their combined juices. Finally, he pulls out and collapses next to her on the bathmat, panting heavily as he catches his breath. She waits for a moment longer, just to make sure she doesn't accidentally give anything away before rolling over onto her side, facing away from him and pretending to fall back asleep. It's important that he thinks she's properly grateful, after all.

Her eyelids flutter open reluctantly, the surprise clear in her eyes as he forces her head towards his own and captures her lips with his. She freezes for a moment, not sure what to do; his kiss is hard and demanding, completely different from the soft pecks they usually share. As much as she hates to admit it, though, she finds herself responding in kind, pressing her body against his and mimicking the passion he's showing even as a part of her brain screams that this isn't real. When he finally pulls away, leaving them both panting heavily, Maggie can feel a blush creeping up from her chest towards her face. It must be obvious how much his rough treatment turned her on; she should probably just tell him how grateful she is for letting her borrow his cum and stuff so she could make rent this month instead of using it as a chance to buy herself some precious time alone in front of the TV.

Her eyes widen in disbelief before narrowing in anger. "You fucking idiot," she spits out between clenched teeth. "Why would you do that? I thought we had an understanding." She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling both betrayed and foolish all at once. "Well, it's too late now; I already used your money to make rent. So thanks for that, I guess," she adds bitterly.

Her expression hardens into a glare as she looks Billie up and down. For the first time since he moved in with her, she honestly wonders what she sees in him. "But next time you want me to fuck someone else just so you can get some attention, don't come crawling back."

She rolls over onto her side again, turning her back to him and folding her arms under her head. The fight left her exhausted, but she won't let herself sleep quite yet; not until he's well and truly out of the way.

She snorts derisively, rolling her eyes so hard they nearly fall out of their sockets. "Oh please," she says, already half-asleep again. "You can't expect me to believe that. I know how much you like to play the field."

With a sigh, she forces herself to look at him. His expression is earnest enough to make her pause for a moment. Maybe he isn't lying... maybe he does see something special in her... Nah, that's just stupid. It's not like they could ever be together; they're too different.

"Look," she says eventually, her voice softer than usual. "I appreciate the thought, really I do. But I just don't feel the same way." She smiles weakly, wishing she didn't have to hurt him like this but knowing that it's for the best. "We can still be friends though, right?"

Maggie winces, feeling guilty now. She shouldn't have been so harsh; she knows he didn't mean any harm by it. "Billie?" she calls out softly as he stands up and heads towards the bathroom. "I'm sorry I was a bitch about that. You know I don't mean anything bad, right? We can talk about this when you get back."

She doesn't move from where she lies on the bed, unsure if she should follow him or give him some space. For now, at least, her plan to manipulate Billie seems to have failed; he actually cares about her. That complicates things more than she ever wanted it to.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but she tries her best to ignore them. "It's okay," she says quietly, forcing a nonchalant tone into her voice as she squeezes his hand gently. "I just... I don't want to hurt you, you know?" She looks away, tracing idle patterns on the comforter with her free hand. "We can still be friends though, right? We don't have to... change anything."

She swallows hard, feeling the weight of their conversation settle heavily between them. Maybe it would be better if they just pretended this never happened; go back to being roommates who occasionally hooked up when she needed money and he was bored. At least then things wouldn't get so complicated.

Her eyes flutter shut as his lips meet hers, the feel of his warm breath against her skin making her heart race faster. For a moment, she forgets all about their earlier conversation; about how they should be going back to being roommates instead of this strange dance they've been doing around each other for weeks. She lets out a soft moan as he deepens the kiss, pressing their bodies flush together and making it impossible to ignore the way her heart is pounding in her chest.

Without breaking the kiss, she hooks one leg around his waist, pulling him closer still. A part of her knows that this is a bad idea; they've been here before and it never ended well. But another part of her, deeper down inside where desire reigns supreme, can't help but want more. Just this once...just to see where it leads them.

Her hands run up his back, tracing lazy patterns along the skin there as their kisses become even wilder and more demanding. Her body feels hot and flushed beneath the thin fabric of her clothes; she's never wanted anyone like this before. With a gasp, she pulls away from his lips long enough to meet his eyes, searching for any sign that he's feeling the same thing she is.