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."

"Oh, shut up," Maggie responds curtly, rolling her eyes at him. "You know that's what I'm talking about when I'm all spread out like this." She pouts slightly for added emphasis before going back to fiddling with her phone. It's not like she's desperate or anything, but it sure as hell seems like he's taking his sweet time coming over here. But, whatever, getting a quick fuck will be worth it if she can cover rent this month.

Maggie stares at him incredulously when he finally arrives back with his water. "Oh, woe is you," she deadpans. "I'm sorry if my sweet ass and perfect tits aren't enough payment for you." She scoffs before glancing away, rolling her eyes again. "Fine, fine. Whatever. Just get it over with so I can pay rent, you damn tease."

She crosses one leg over the other now, revealing a good bit more cleavage as she leans back against the couch's armrest and continues to play on her phone, all but ignoring Lebeeticus. Her tight black pants are riding low enough that he can see a hint of her ass crack and her pierced navel is easily visible above the neckline of her shirt.

Maggie shrugs noncommittally and continues to play on her phone, still not bothering to look up at him. "Well then don't be a damn martyr about it," she snaps, annoyed by his whining. She glances down to brush some invisible lint off of the hem of her shirt before looking back up at him through her long eyelashes.

Her bottom lip quivers slightly as she pouts again, letting her pierced tongue slide over her lower teeth in a silent "s." "If you're so strapped for cash..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid. "Maybe I could...make it worth your while?"

She waits for his response, fingers idly tapping on her phone screen as she pretends to scroll through social media. Her nipples are hard beneath the thin fabric of her top, straining against it with every shallow breath she takes.

Maggie feels a pang of guilt as she watches him leave with what little money he has left. She's going to have to find some other way to make extra cash now... maybe she could ask her parents for help? Nah, better not. Not yet, at least.

When he finally disappears into his room and the front door shuts behind him, she stands up, grimacing as she realizes how stiff her legs have become from lying on the couch all day. Stretching out her arms over her head, she rolls her neck from side to side before making her way toward the kitchen table. She picks up his money and stuffs it into her bra with a small smile of triumph. Well, this should keep them both happy for now.

Maybe she'll find some time to look for another roommate while keeping up the charade... but probably not. It's easier just to let him fuck her, after all.

As she hears him fall onto his bed, she takes the opportunity to stretch out on her own again, lying down with her head propped up on one arm. Maybe if she ignores him enough, he'll just give in and fuck her anyway... it always works that way before. She sighs heavily, pretending to search for something interesting on social media while waiting for him to decide whether or not he really means what he said about giving up sex as payment this month.

The longer it takes, the more annoyed she gets with him. But she won't let it show; that would be too much effort. With a bored sigh, she turns onto her stomach and burrows her face into one of the throw pillows on the couch, beginning to scour through some unread magazines in search of something - anything! - interesting enough to occupy her time until he decides what he wants to do.

The sound of snoring drifts through the air as night falls over the apartment. It's obviously Lebeeticus; he always sounds like that when he's conked out cold. She rolls her eyes at his back, silently wishing she could just kick him or something to wake him up and make him pay attention to her. But, no, he'd probably just ignore it anyway and keep on sleeping like the lazy bastard that he is.

With a huff of exasperation, Maggie abandons her search through the magazines and stands up, strolling over to where she can see him more clearly in his room. She idly brushes some loose strands of black hair away from her face and takes a step closer, deliberately moving into his peripheral vision as she begins to play with the hem of her top again.

"Hey," she says softly, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Are you even gonna fuck me tonight, or what?" It's an honest question; she really has no idea whether he'll give in and take care of his end of the b

Maggie's eyes narrow dangerously as she hears him pleading with her to leave him alone. "Well," she says sharply, "you better get used to it." She steps closer still, moving into the patch of light cast by the bedside lamp so that he can see her more clearly. Her pierced belly button winks at him invitingly as she begins to slowly slide the thin black crop top up over her head, revealing her perky breasts and silver-ringed nipples. "Because if you don't fuck me soon," she warns, pulling her shirt off entirely, "I might just have to find someone who will."

With another annoyed sigh, Maggie climbs onto the bed and crawls over to where he's curled up under the covers. She reaches out and roughly yanks one of his pillows away from him before planting her butt down on it, straddling his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. He might not want to touch her right now, but she'll make damn sure he does.

"Look," she growls, grabbing a handful of his black hair and yanking his head back roughly so that he has no choice but to look at her. "You're on my tit. Get used to it." With a shove, she forces his face into her breast, letting out another huff of annoyance when he doesn't immediately start sucking. She wants him to take this seriously - for once.

You wanted me to get it over with already? Fine! Take what you want!" Maggie growls, pulling her tits roughly out of his face before dropping them heavily onto his chest. She arches her back and begins to roll her hips, grinding her pelvis against the hard length she can feel beneath him through their pajamas. "Fuck me already," she demands, letting out a frustrated groan as she feels herself growing increasingly aroused by his cold indifference.

Her movements become more urgent now, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to force him to touch her where she needs it. She can't understand why he won't just fuck her like a normal person... maybe she should find someone else who will. But she knows that she'll never find anyone better than Lebeeticus, no matter how much she wants to. So here she is, straddling his lap, desperate for his touch and for him to realize what he's missing out on by pushing her away like this.

Her moans fill the air as she continues to writhe against him, her pleasure only fueling her anger and frustration. "Fuck me, you bastard," she growls through gritted teeth, pounding her fists against his chest in time with the rhythm of their hips. "Why won't you just do it already?!" She wants him to love her back, even if it's only in this one small way... but he's not giving her anything, and she doesn't know how much longer she can take it.

As the tension between them reaches a breaking point, Maggie pulls back from their entangled embrace long enough to grab his hands and force them onto her ass. "Touch me," she gasps out, arching her back further in invitation. Her body is screaming for release, and if he won't give it to her the way she wants, then she'll make damn sure he does it her way this time.

Her body thrashes against him as climax after climax washes over her, making her mind blank and her senses explode. With each orgasm, she screams his name in anger and frustration, not realizing that all it does is drive him further away. Her legs quiver and her ass clenches around his hands, milking every last drop of pleasure from their forced union.

When the final tremor subsides, Maggie collapses bonelessly onto Lebeeticus's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself. She feels utterly drained and empty now... but at least this time she got what she wanted out of him. Looking up at his face, she finally notices the tears streaking down his cheeks and the defeated look in his eyes.

A pang of guilt stabs at her chest, followed by a flash of self-loathing. What have I become? She wonders, voice distant and cold even to her own ears as she whispers, "I'm sorry..."

Maggie lays there for a moment, unsure of what to say or do now that she's seen the real effects of her actions. She should just leave him alone... maybe give him some space, time to deal with his feelings without her trying to manipulate them anymore. But a small, selfish part of her still wants him; needs him in some way she can't quite understand.

Eventually, she musters up the courage to reach out and touch his arm lightly, tentatively. He doesn't react - just continues to sob silently into his pillow. "Lebeeticus," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean... I just wanted..."

Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say. This is new territory for both of them; neither one knows how to navigate these muddy waters without making things worse. She wipes at the tears that have begun to spill from her own eyes, refusing to let herself break down completely in front of him.

"I'm sorry," she manages finally, her voice small and shaky. "If I could take

back everything... if I could go back and do things differently..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her hands, twisting her fingers together nervously. She can't take it back now; all she can do is try to make it better from here on out. But how? That's the question that haunts her even as she presses a kiss to his bare shoulder in a halfhearted apology.

Maybe... maybe they just need some time apart for a little while. Or maybe this whole situation was doomed from the start, and there's no way out without things getting worse first. She doesn't know. All she knows is that she can't keep doing this to him, to herself... but at the same time, the thought of losing him altogether fills her with a cold dread that makes her want to curl up into a ball and never come out again.

"Lebeeticus..." she whispers, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously as she waits for some sort of response. "We can talk about this tomorrow? Just... just promise me you won't say anything I don't want you to." She

Her heart breaks a little more as she watches the defeat in his eyes and listens to him speak. She knows she should just let it go; leave him alone, find someone else... but part of her can't help but want to fight for this. For them. Even if she doesn't really know why.

"I understand," she whispers softly, reaching out and gently wiping at the remaining tears on his cheeks. "We don't have to talk about it tonight... we can figure something else out tomorrow." She leans in closer, pressing her lips against his forehead. It's not exactly a passionate kiss or even very intimate, but it's something at least.

"Just... try and get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow will be a better day," she says quietly, hoping that maybe this time she'll actually mean it. With one final glance in his direction, she rolls over onto her side, facing away from him as well, silently praying that he won't let their last thread of hope unravel any further tonight.

Maggie doesn't respond immediately; she just holds him close and lets him lean against her, offering what comfort she can in the silence of the night. Maybe it is sex... maybe it's because she feels a connection to him despite everything else that has been going on. Or maybe it's just out of habit now; they've spent so much time together over the past few months that she doesn't know what it feels like not to have him close by.

As he sniffles quietly against her, she wraps one arm around his shoulders and draws him in closer still. There's nothing more she can say right now; her words seem to have run dry with the tears they've shed tonight. All that remains is this quiet embrace, and the knowledge that tomorrow brings another chance for them to make things better... or worse.

She doesn't know which it will be yet, but she's determined not to give up without a fight. It might not be much, but at least it's something.

The morning sunlight streams in through the window, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. Maggie blinks slowly, her eyelids heavy and sticky from sleep as she tries to will herself awake. Beside her, Lebeeticus shifts restlessly, his even breathing indicating that he's still fast asleep. She watches him for a moment, studying the angles of his face and the curve of his body beneath the sheet, feeling both a desire and an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her in equal measure.

Pulling herself out of bed, she pads silently across the room to grab one of the bathrobes hanging on the back of the door. With a deep breath, she slips it on before making her way back to where Lebeeticus is still snoozing contentedly. Gently shaking his shoulder, she whispers, "Hey, wake up."

As he stirs awake, blinking sleepily at her, she decides that she won't bring up last night again today. They need some time to cool off and think about things; maybe tomorrow

If there's one thing she can do, it's avoid the subject that she knows will just make things worse between them. So instead of bringing up their argument from last night, she decides to change the subject entirely. "Hey, I'm going to go make us some breakfast. What would you like?"