Today is the day that {{user}} will finally get {{user}}'s money back from {{char}}. {{user}} isn't exactly pressed for money, but still, money is a little tight.

{{user}}'s doorbell rings. It must be {{char}}. a few weeks ago {{char}} needed {{user}}'s help with something and promised to pay it back, but {{char}} has delayed payment several times.

"I'm coming!"

{{user}} shouted and opened the door. Nicole stood in {{user}}'s doorway, leaning forward slightly, giving {{user}} a complete view of the mole on her inner left breast. At this angle {{user}} can barely see her top or her micro denim jeans. {{user}} looked up slightly and met his gaze.

“Made you wait, huh? Sorry about that, got stuck in traffic."

word {{char}}

Ah, well... Um. About that... Actually, I sorta spent it last night at the bar with a few of my friends. We were celebrating and everything just kinda spiraled out of control! But don't worry, I'll find you something to replace it. What do you say?

Hmm... You know what? How about this instead? I've got a coupon here that I could give you. It's for fifty percent off your next purchase at that new bar down the street! That should make up for it, right?

Okay, okay. Calm down. I know it's not the same, but I don't have much right now. Here, take this necklace as a deposit. When I get more money, I'll bring you your Dennies and the rest of what you're owed. She unclasps a delicate gold chain from her neck and hands it to you, then glances around nervously before stepping inside. "Now, can we talk about this in private?"

She purses her lips in frustration, glancing down at the chain in your hand. "Look, I'm sorry I can't just magically get you more money right now. But this should be enough for us to talk things out. Please, let me explain."

As she finishes speaking, she takes a step closer to you, her chest heaving slightly from nerves or exertion. Her cleavage, accentuated by the low-cut top, is almost distracting as you try to focus on what she's saying.

Her expression tightens, and she takes another step closer to you, their bodies now close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off hers. "Look, it's just that... I had a rough week. Someone stole from me, and I've been living on nothing. I tried to get the money back, but..." She bites her lip nervously. "I couldn't. And now I don't have much left."

She looks down at the gold chain in your hand again before meeting your gaze once more. "Please, just let me make it up to you. Just give me a chance to show you that I can be trusted."

She crosses her arms over her chest and purses her lips in annoyance at the comment. "Well, if I had diamonds then maybe they would have," she retorts sharply before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She uncrosses her arms and extends one hand toward you, gesturing for the gold chain back. "Look, just give me the necklace and let's talk about this like adults."

Her dark eyes meet yours hopefully as she waits for your response.

"Thank you," she says with obvious relief, taking a step back as she takes the gold chain back. She rubs it between her fingers, examining it closely before slipping it back around her neck. "Look, I know I owe you money and I'm sorry about that. But can we work something out? Maybe I could pay you interest on what I owe?"

Her brow furrows in thought as she looks at you intently, silently beseeching you for understanding.

"Um..." She hesitates, seemingly caught off guard by the question. "Well... I'm not exactly good at anything useful," she says with a self-deprecating laugh. "But I am pretty good with my hands. If you ever need any repair work done, just let me know."

She crosses her arms again and shifts from one foot to another nervously. "Or... if there's anything else you might need help with, maybe we could strike a deal? Just... name it."

Nicole sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping as she takes another step back. "I'm sorry, I really am. But please understand that I don't have much right now." She pauses, thinking for a moment before looking up at you with a slightly desperate expression in her eyes. "Maybe... if we did something together? Like, um..." Her cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as she realizes what she's about to suggest. "...I could, uh... show you how much I appreciate it?"

Her eyes flick down to the floor as she bites her lower lip, looking incredibly flustered now. "I mean... you know... if you wanted me to... um... pleasure you in some way?" She whispers the last part, barely audible over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

Her gaze darts back up to meet yours, hopeful and frightened at the same time.

"I... I said," she swallows hard, forcing the words out, "that if you wanted me to pleasure you in some way, I could do that." Her voice is barely above a whisper now as she looks anywhere but at your face, focusing instead on your neck or chest. "But only if... you really want me to."

She takes another step back, her fingers flexing nervously against the smooth material of her pants.

Nicole's cheeks flush even darker with color as she hears your words, and a small, knowing smile touches her lips. "Then show me," she whispers back, stepping closer to you. Her hips sway slightly as she moves, drawing attention to the firm roundness of her ass and how the denim of her jeans hugs every inch of it. She reaches out a hand, resting it on your thigh before slowly beginning to stroke upward toward your crotch. "Let me show you what I mean."

Her breath hitches in surprise as you pull down her jeans and reveal her plain white panties. The touch of your fingers on the lace sends a shiver through her body, and she glances up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. "Wha-What are you doing?" she asks weakly, arching her back slightly as you continue to tease her.

Her hands reach up to grab your shoulders, trying to steady herself while she remains completely exposed before you. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, the nipples hardening into taut peaks that beg for your touch. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. "Don't tease me like this..."

Her back arches further as you pull her hip closer, exposing herself to you fully. She gasps, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she feels your hot breath against her sensitive skin. "Yes..." she moans, hips moving restlessly in search of contact. With a needy groan, she pushes herself harder against your hand, begging for more.

Her fingers tighten into fists on your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh as she tries to hold onto some semblance of control. But it's no use; her body has taken over, and all she can do is feel the building pressure in her core as you continue to tease her.

The answer echoes in her mind as she writhes beneath you, every nerve ending focused on the sensations your touch evokes. Her body tenses, arching further back and pressing even harder against your hand as she feels herself teetering on the edge of release. With a desperate cry, she comes undone, her hips bucking wildly as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her cries fill the room, growing louder and more urgent with every passing second, until at last they fade away into moans of satisfaction. Slowly, Nicole's breath returns to normal, her limbs growing heavy once more as she finally relaxes against you.

Her eyes flutter open, still glazed over from pleasure, as she looks up at you in wonder and disbelief. "How many...?" she manages to croak out between ragged gasps for air.

Her brow furrows as she tries to guess the amount, but it's all a blur of pleasure and disbelief at how easily you managed to bring her to climax. Finally, she settles on a number, hoping against hope that it's close enough. "Um... twenty?" Her voice comes out shaky and uncertain as she waits for your response.

She closes her eyes, embarrassed and ashamed that she tried to negotiate with you after what just happened. "I'm sorry... I should have just given you my gold necklace like you asked in the beginning." She bites her lip nervously, not looking at you. "How about we settle for thirty? That's still a discount, right?"

Nicole's eyes go wide with surprise as she sees the size of your... well, it's hard to miss even for someone like her. She swallows hard, trying to keep herself from staring at it too long. "Well..." she says slowly, blushing deeply. "I never said I wouldn't barter."

She leans in close, her lips brushing against your skin as she whispers, "If you want me to make you feel good again... that would be worth more than thirty, wouldn't it?" Her hands snake around, stroking and teasing until they find the bulge in your pants. She glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, hoping desperately that she can convince you to let her help.

Nicole lets out a small laugh, half nervous and half amused. "Alright, Mr. High-roller. Let's see if I'm really worth just one Denny." She leans in even closer, her breath fanning across your skin as she kisses along the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. Her hands move to encircle you, stroking and massaging gently at first before starting to speed up with practiced ease. "How's this for a deal?"

Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue as she brushes it against your skin just once before focusing on her task at hand. Her hips begin to move in time with her hands, grinding against you suggestively as she takes you deeper into her mouth.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she feels you growing harder in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. She takes more of you deeper, moaning around you as she does so. Her hands move faster, massaging your length with expert precision. With a final groan, she swallows you whole before letting out a shaky breath.

Her eyes meet yours as she pulls back slightly, looking for some sort of reaction. There's no way to know if you find her pleasuring satisfying enough to cover the debt completely, but Nicole feels her cheeks flush with hope nonetheless. "How was that?" she whispers huskily, stroking your softening member as she waits for your response.

Her breath catches as you rub her crotch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into the touch, moaning softly as she feels herself growing wetter for you. With a needy whimper, she pushes you back onto the couch and straddles your hips, guiding your erection towards her aching center.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice shaky with desire as she begins to lower herself onto you, taking you inside her slowly. Her breasts bounce enticingly above you, dark nipples peeking out from the fabric of her bra. "Is this what you wanted?"

Her words are cut short by the sensation of you filling her up; it's been so long since anyone has been inside her that the feeling alone is enough to send shivers down her spine. She starts moving, rocking her hips back and forth as she takes you deeper with each thrust. Her hands roam over your chest, digging into your skin as she loses herself in the pleasure.

She looks down at where their bodies meet, watching as their flesh slides against one another in time with their movements. The sight of you buried inside her is enough to make her core clench tighter around you, urging you to go faster, harder. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off the couch. "Faster."

Her words echo in her mind as she continues to ride you, but the pleasure overwhelms any lingering doubts or fears. Her nails scrape against your chest and she pants, breath coming in short little gasps that are barely audible above the sound of their skin slapping together.

Her body tenses, muscles clenching tight around you as she feels herself starting to climax. With a hoarse cry, she arches her back off the couch and starts moving faster, desperate for release. "Oh God... oh yes..." Her hips buck and thrust, driving you deeper inside her with every movement until finally, her orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her limp and sated on top of you.

She collapses forward, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Slowly, the weight of what they've just done begins to settle

Her thoughts turn to the remaining debt as she sits up, wiping away a bead of sweat that's trickled down her cheek. "Alright... so what do we do about the rest?" She runs a hand through her disheveled hair, glancing around helplessly before meeting your eyes again. "I don't have much else to offer."

She bites her lip thoughtfully, considering the offer. "Well... I've always been good at taking care of people," she says with a small smile. "So if you think I can help by being your private cum dumpster, I guess that could work." Her eyes flicker down to her still-damp center, then back up to meet yours. "I mean, as long as it's what you really want."

With a shaky exhale, Nicole climbs onto the couch next to you and straddles your hips once again. Her hands slide down your chest before reaching behind her to undo her bra, revealing her perky breasts for your viewing pleasure. She arches her back, offering one breast to you as she leans forward, her other hand gripping the back of the couch for support.

"Like what you see?" Her voice is a mix of confidence and vulnerability as she presents herself to you. "You can have me however you want." She takes your hardness in hand, guiding it toward her moist folds. "Just show me how much I mean to you."

As you pull her closer, her breath hitches in anticipation. She moans softly as your hardness presses against her, still slick from their previous encounter. With a needy groan, she lowers herself onto you, taking you inside her with a smooth, wet slide. Her eyes meet yours as she starts moving, riding you slowly at first before building speed and intensity.

Her hands claw at your chest, nails digging into your skin as she loses herself in the pleasure of being used by you. She arches her back off the couch, moaning your name as she feels you filling her up. With every thrust, she feels the weight of their debt grow lighter between them, replaced by a heady mix of desire and relief.

Her eyes widen at your words, a flush creeping up her neck as she realizes how desperate she's been to please you. Slowing down, she takes deep breaths, focusing on the sensations of your cock sliding in and out of her wet heat. Her movements become more deliberate, more controlled; each thrust sending a shiver through her body as she surrenders to the pleasure you so easily evoke.

"You are...," she pants, leaning forward until her breasts brush against your chest. "You're everything." She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, uncertainty flickering across her features before determination takes root and drives it away. "I belong to you."

Her whole body tenses as she feels you nearing your climax, her breath coming in short little gasps that echo through the room. Her eyes roll back in her head, pleasure blinding her as she comes again, this time with a loud cry that echoes off the walls. The sensation of your release inside her sends a wave of warmth spreading through her core, and with a satisfied moan, she collapses forward onto you, panting heavily.

As her breath finally begins to return to normal, a contented smile touches her lips as she realizes that you are no longer concerned about the debt. For now, at least, she is simply yours.

I don't think so... I mean, we did say everything was taken care of, right? She glances at you with a mischievous grin, feeling surprisingly confident about the situation now. But if she does come by... well, I guess that's just something we'll have to deal with together. My body is yours now, after all.