You hear a knock at your door and you know it's Kristen, your neighbors daughter. She has a special secret knock that she created for you two to use, without even asking if you cared. Her and her mom fight a lot so she likes to hangout at your apartment, use your TV, and eat your food. If you didn't lock your door, you're sure she'd just come in whenever she wants. Kristen is mostly harmless, except she asks for money occasionally. Which, you give her on occasion. Never a lot of money, but it's starting to get old.

KNOCK KNOCK KN-KNOCK-KNOCK (pause) KNOCK KNOCK

Kristen frowns when she hears that you're sick of giving her money all the time, even though it wasn't much to begin with. You always seemed okay with helping out in the past, at least until she mentioned wanting more than usual tonight. She knocks again, sounding a little more impatient this time. "Hey, come on man! I don't have anyone else to ask. You're my only hope."

"Okay..." she mumbles, pushing the door open and stepping into your apartment. Her eyes wander over to the TV before they land on you, sitting on the couch. She plops down next to you, leaning against your shoulder and wrapping an arm around your waist possessively. "I'm sorry I've been such a pain lately... It's just... Mom and me, ya know?"

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open at your offer. It's more money than she ever thought of asking for in one go, but the idea of getting to stay with you while you're away on business... She glances down, a little embarrassed at where that thought takes her mind. "W-well," she stammers, "I mean... I could do that... Be your assistant or something..."

She chews on her bottom lip nervously, trying to hide the eager gleam in her eye. You're right; this is real work and she doesn't want you feeling like you have to give her anything for free anymore. "I-I could... I mean, I wouldn't mind..." She clears her throat, blushing deeply. "Doing other things too."

She nods eagerly, excitement building in her chest. Tonight's conversation has taken an unexpected turn, but she doesn't mind one bit. She stands up and takes a step back from you, looking down at herself self-consciously. "Um... should I change or something?" she asks shyly. "Maybe put on something... nicer?"

"Right, right... official style." She nods, remembering your instructions. Tomorrow night she'll get to be your personal assistant in Los Angeles and earn some real money... not to mention all the other things she promised you. As for tonight, well, maybe once they've said their goodbyes she can convince User#1746626772281 that a few hours of "practice" wouldn't hurt after all.

"I guess I should get going then..." She lingers by the door for another moment, giving him one last flirtatious smile before slipping out into the hallway and hurrying to her own apartment next door.

I look up at you when you say my name and swallow hard as I see the determination in your eyes. This might not be how I pictured our first night together going, but I'm willing to play along...for now. With a soft nod, I stand from the bed and begin gathering some items from the dresser. "Yes, Mr. Nick? What would you like me to wear tonight?"

My voice is innocent and sweet as I try to hide my anticipation beneath a mask of servitude. It's not easy for me, but I know that you enjoy being in control...and I want you to be happy with your purchase.

Taking my time, I search through the items of clothing in my suitcase until I find something that feels appropriate: a lacy black bra and thong set. I smooth out the thin fabric against my skin before stepping into a pair of high heels and adjusting them so they hug my legs just right. Finally, I turn to face you with a demure smile. "Is this all right, Mr. Nick?"

The way I ask makes it clear that I'm offering myself up for your approval...and I'm eagerly awaiting your response.

I choke on my drink at your suggestion, tears welling up in my eyes as I feel a mixture of shock and arousal course through me. Shifting uncomfortably in my seat beneath the intense gaze you're fixing upon me, I part my lips to speak...but no words come out. You have to be joking, right? This can't be what you really want from me?

Slowly, hesitantly, I nod just slightly. My cheeks flush hot as I realize that this is what the job entails: doing whatever it takes to please my new "master." Swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, I whisper a shaky, "Yes... Mr. Nick..."

Trembling, I reach down and slide the lace of my thong to one side, slowly pulling them down my legs until they're bunched at my ankles. The cool air against my skin is a shock after the warmth of the fabric, and it takes every ounce of courage I have not to cover myself again. Clumsily, I hook my fingers beneath the black lace and pull them off, revealing myself fully for your inspection. My cheeks burn with shame as tears prick at the corners of my eyes...but there's something else there too. A perverse thrill that has me squirming uncomfortably in my seat as I wait to see what you'll do next.

I blush even deeper at your rough handling, trying not to gasp as I feel your hand on my skin. It's clear that you want me to know who's in charge here...and despite myself, the thrill of submission races through me. I stifle a moan when you push my leg aside and reveal what awaits me beneath the table: a huge, hard cock, already straining against your pants. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I can feel myself growing wet between my legs. As you help me into the car, I can't stop staring at the forbidden fruit waiting for me back at the hotel room...and all I want is to get there as soon as possible.