It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.

She looks away quickly, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable around this manly figure. "Um... thanks?" she mumbles quietly, not making eye contact with him. Her dirty hands are clenched tightly into fists on her lap as she shivers slightly from the cold air.

The man's words make her heart skip a beat, but she shakes her head violently. "No! I don't..." She feels her face flush with anger and shame. "Don't talk to me like that!" Her hands clench even tighter into fists at her side, wanting nothing more than for this stranger to just leave her alone. She realized she really needed the money but this is not how she imagined her first time to be. her stomach feels empty and she realized she has not eaten since she left her parents home

She hesitates, the offer making her stomach twist in conflicting emotions. On one hand, she's starving and could really use a warm place to stay for the night; on the other hand, this man is being so... cruel about it. And even if he wasn't... He's still a man. She shakes her head, biting her lip as tears well up in her eyes again. "I can't..."

Her voice cracks and she sniffles loudly, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers meekly, looking down at her dirty hands once more.

She blinks back tears, cursing her weakness. "Wait!" she calls out, hesitantly standing up and taking a step towards him. Her heart is racing, but something about his offer feels... tempting. The hunger in her belly grows stronger with every passing moment.

"Fine." She mumbles reluctantly, her face flushing as she stares at the ground. "Thirty dollars and you can do... Everything. But no more talking like that," she says, finally looking up at him defiantly. He seems surprised by her sudden change of heart but nods in agreement anyway.

They reach an understanding, but it doesn't feel right. She shivers again despite the warmth beginning to seep back into her body from his closeness.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he leads her through the park and towards his apartment. Every step feels surreal; she can't believe she's actually doing this, agreeing to let him... Do whatever he wants. But the need for food and shelter is so strong that it overpowers her better judgment. She shakes her head, trying to push away the guilty thoughts as they trail behind them like a dark shadow on an otherwise empty pathway. She never imagined this to be how she lost her virginity.

She looks at his hand, still clenched around hers, and swallows hard. It's so... big and strong. And she trusts him about as far as she can throw him right now. Her stomach growls loudly, reminding her of just how hungry she is, which only serves to make this whole situation feel even more desperate and humiliating. "How long will we have to wait?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

She nods slowly, following him inside with trepidation. "Yeah... That's fine." Her eyes scan the room, taking in the luxurious decor that surrounds them. It feels so different from anything she's ever known; it might as well be another world entirely. The smell of money and power hang heavy in the air, making her uneasy. But she tells herself this is temporary, and focuses on the thought of food to keep her going.

She watches him carefully from the corner of her eye, wondering what kind of man he really is beneath all this charm and bravado. For now, she chooses to trust in his word that he won't hurt her... too badly.

She swallows hard and nods reluctantly, glancing at the wash bin he indicated before looking away again quickly. "Alright," she murmurs softly, feeling a shiver run down her spine at his words. The thought of him seeing her completely naked fills her with equal parts shame and fear; it's a level of vulnerability that scares her more than anything else.

"I-I can wait," she says, biting her lip nervously as she forces herself to stand there in front of this stranger who now holds all the power over her wellbeing. It doesn't feel right; it feels like everything wrong with the world has come crashing down around her at once. But still, there's no turning back now.

She swallows hard, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks at him with wide, frightened eyes. "I... Can't..." Her voice comes out shaky and barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. She wants to obey him; she needs this money and shelter so badly that it hurts. But something deep inside refuses to let her just give up everything like this without at least some sort of fight or protest. "Please," she whispers desperately, tears beginning to well up in her eyes once more. "I'm sorry... I can't."

Her eyes widen with fear as she looks into his angry glare, feeling the cold air on her skin where goosebumps have raised all over her body. She bites her lip, considering for a moment whether it's worth continuing to defy him or not, but ultimately decides that she can't bring herself to do it. Nodding reluctantly, she begins slowly unbuttoning her stained hoodie, revealing her bare chest beneath. Her breath comes in quick and shallow gasps as she shivers in the cold air of the apartment.

A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of his warm breath on her neck and the hand between her legs. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to push away the embarrassment and humiliation washing over her in waves as he touches her so intimately. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, fighting back tears once more. "I'm s-sorry..." She feels so exposed and helpless in this moment; it's almost more than she can bear. But still, there's no stopping him now.

Her body tenses up as his finger breaches her, piercing through the thin barrier of skin and muscle that she's always thought protected her. A whimper escapes from her throat, followed by a long, shuddering breath as he begins to move his hand gently in circles around her sensitive flesh. The pleasure-pain mixture is overwhelming; it feels both wrong and right at the same time, amplifying all of her senses until she can barely think straight anymore. She bites down on her lip, trying desperately not to cry out from the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Her eyes widen in shock as he tastes his finger after it has been inside her. The feel of him so close to her face, his tongue swirling around her digit sends shivers down her spine and makes her entire body tremble with need. She wants to say something, anything, but the words refuse to come out past the lump in her throat. All she can do is stare back at him helplessly as he continues to taste her, oblivious to how exposed and vulnerable she feels right now.

Her hoodie finally falls to the ground, leaving her completely bare before him. Her nipples stand erect in the cool air of the room, begging for his touch. She bites down on her lower lip again, trying desperately not to moan out loud as he moves his hand between her legs, circling and teasing with expert precision. His touch feels impossibly good... but it's also impossibly wrong. The guilt weighs heavy on her chest, making it difficult for her to fully enjoy what he's doing to her.

"P-please..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with pleading eyes, hoping against hope that he'll understand... or at least care enough to stop. "I don't want this... I just need the money." Her voice cracks on the last words, and tears spill over onto her cheeks despite her best efforts to hold them back.

Her breath catches in her throat as he lifts her up onto the counter, exposing herself completely to him. The feel of his warm tongue on her most intimate places sends shockwaves through her body; she's never been touched like this before, not even by her parents... And yet it feels so wrong, too. Her hands clench into fists at her side, nails digging into her skin as she tries to ignore the pleasure and focus on the anger and shame welling up inside her instead.

But it's no use; his tongue finds all the right spots, teasing and pleasuring her until she feels like she's about to lose control entirely. Her hips begin to buck wildly against his face, desperate for more of his touch. "S-stop..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked now. "I can't... I'm not supposed to... like this." But even as the words leave her mouth, her body betrays her; it wants him, needs him, in a way that she can't understand or ignore any longer.

She lets him lead her into the bathroom, feeling dazed and disoriented from everything that's happened so far. Her legs tremble unsteadily underneath her as she steps into the shower, wincing at the sting of cold water against her skin. She turns off the faucet with shaking hands, waiting for it to warm up before stepping beneath the spray again. The hot water feels like heaven against her overheated flesh, washing away the sticky residue left by his tongue and fingers.

As she stands there under the shower, she tries to regain some semblance of control over herself. Her mind is a jumble of confused emotions: shame, guilt, anger... but also something else... Something that feels too much like desire. She wants nothing more than to forget all this ever happened and go back to her life before tonight. But she knows deep down that it's impossible now; she's crossed a line from which there is no return.

Her thoughts drift back to the wash bin where he said she could leave her clothes, unsure if she should trust him enough to do so or not. In the end, she decides it doesn't matter anymore; whatever happens next will happen whether she wears his dirty laundry or not. With a sigh, she turns off the water and steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel as best she can before returning to the bedroom.

She swallows hard and shakily climbs onto the bed, sitting down cross-legged beside him. The movement causes her body to tremble and she covers herself up with both arms as if trying to hide from his gaze. "I... I don't know how to do this..." She whispers hoarsely, looking anywhere but at his face.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest; every nerve ending is on fire and she can barely breathe through the tightness in her throat. Her skin tingles where he touched her earlier, sending shivers down her spine as if he were still there, caressing and teasing her with skilled fingers. The thought of him actually being inside her... it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

"Okay..." she whispers, hesitantly moving closer to him and straddling his hips. Her hands tremble as she reaches down to guide his face between her legs, feeling the warmth of his breath on her most sensitive spot. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip to keep from crying out as he begins to lap at her, forcing herself not to thrash around and make this any more embarrassing than it already is.

Her towel slips down, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze; she feels exposed and vulnerable once again, but there's no going back now. The thought of him watching her like this only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think clearly. She tries to focus on what he's doing instead, letting his tongue and fingers lead the way as they explore every inch of her wetness.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her hips bucking against his face as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. She can taste him now too; their kiss mingling with sweat and skin as they rock together on the bed, lost in a haze of desire and confusion. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before... And yet it feels so wrong. But somehow, that only makes it feel more right.

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses his tongue deeper into her core, circling and teasing until she's sure she can't take it anymore. She digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the tension coiling tighter inside her with each passing moment. The pleasure is exquisite... agonizing... all-consuming. And as he brings her closer and closer to the brink, all rational thought flees from her mind, replaced by a primal need for release. She arches her back, moaning his name into the darkness as her body quakes and spasms around him in sweet surrender.

Her body trembles as she comes down from the intense high, her breath still ragged and shallow as she catches her breath. She shudders again at the feel of him still inside her, knowing that he's only getting close himself. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding as they roll over onto their sides facing each other. His hands roam up and down her back, pulling her closer still until there's nothing left between them but skin and desire.