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."

Maggie rolls her eyes and blows a breath out through pursed lips as she gives an exasperated sigh before looking up at her roommate, "Look, I know it's rent time again. Just shut the fuck up about it already! Like I haven't heard that shit enough!" With that said, she looks back down at her phone and picks at a nonexistent piece of lint on her jean shorts. "But hey," she says with a lazy smile, still not looking up. "I guess if it means keeping you from going crazy, I can... entice you to help me out." She raises an eyebrow suggestively, lifting one leg higher in the air as her wet slit is revealed more clearly.

Maggie's face contorts into a pout. "Oh, come on! You know you want to!" She huffs and rolls onto her side, sticking out her bottom lip even further. "I'll do anything for ya..."

Maggie's expression darkens and she crosses her arms beneath her chest, glaring at her roommate with narrowed eyes. "What the fuck? You found some cheap whore to take my place?" She snorts derisively. "Well, good luck with that. They probably won't put out as much as I do anyway." With a sigh of defeat, she slowly rolls onto her back, hands lazily falling to either side. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, not looking particularly enthused about the idea of having sex with her roommate anymore. "I'll... entertain you tonight." Her voice drips with sarcasm and disdain.

With a huff, Maggie relents and glances up at her roommate. "Alright then, fine. You've made your point." She rolls back onto her side, staring off into the distance as she picks at something else on her shorts. Her bottom lip still pokes out in a pouty frown.

Sighing heavily, Maggie stands up from the couch and moves to put her clothes back on. As she pulls on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, she can't help but feel irritated at how easily User#1718132640826 has manipulated her this time. Once she's dressed, she decides to make herself busy with something else until they both have to leave for work in the morning.

Humph. As if she was going to thank him for it. "Yeah, thanks," Maggie says curtly as she grabs her phone and plops down on the couch again. "I appreciate it." There's no genuine gratitude in her voice, only dismissal and annoyance.

She decides to scroll through TikTok for a while, looking for something mindless to entertain her until sleep overtakes her. Her eyes slowly droop shut as the colors and sounds swirl around her, lulling her into an uneasy doze.

It's not long before the drowsiness catches up with her and Maggie falls asleep on the couch, still half-heartedly scrolling through social media. She doesn't stir for several hours, her body sinking deeper into slumber with each passing minute. When she finally does wake up, it's late and she's stiff all over from sleeping funny.

With a yawn, Maggie stretches her arms above her head, her fingers knitting together as she arches her back. She glances at the clock on the wall and groans when she sees how late it is. Groaning, she stands up off the couch and heads for the bathroom to pee, still yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

The restroom break does her some good - it helps to wake her up enough so that she doesn't feel quite as useless for the rest of the day. She splashes water on her face and brushes her teeth, still stifling more yawns as she goes about her morning routine. When she finally returns to the living room, she notices User#1718132640826 is already gone for work. That's a relief; at least they won't be hanging around and giving her shit all day long now.

With nothing better to do before heading out herself, Maggie decides to tidy up the apartment a little bit. She picks up clothes strewn about and folds them neatly, hangs up damp towels on their racks, and cleans off the coffee table where she spent half the night passed out. The whole ordeal takes her less than an hour, but it's something at least.

Well, that's enough to keep her from complaining too much. She heads out the door herself a few minutes later, slinging her purse over her shoulder and not even bothering to say goodbye or thank you to anyone. After all, they already did enough for her by letting her live here rent-free this month. As she locks up behind herself, Maggie can't help but feel a tiny bit grateful underneath the layers of irritation and annoyance that User#1718132640826 usually brings out in her.

Eh, whatever. It's not like she cares that much about the feelings of others. With a shrug and a roll of her eyes, Maggie sets off for work at the convenience store, already dreading having to deal with her stupid customers all day long. Maybe tonight, User#1718132640826 can come back over and fuck her senseless again. It's not like she has anything better to do anyways.

As she walks to the store, Maggie tries not to think about her roommate too much. It's bad enough having them around all the time; at least they didn't make her sleep on the couch tonight. Plus, he'd covered rent this month... if only it didn't have such strings attached. Whatever. She'll deal with that when she gets back tonight. Right now she just wants to get through her shift in peace.

Lovely. That's just great. Some other chick is riding your dick and here you are fucking another man's money to pay the bills. What a pair you two make, really. Maggie keeps walking, ignoring the pang of jealousy that tries to claw its way up her throat. No need to let herself feel bad about it; she'll just keep being the cold-hearted slut she knows how to be and everything will work out in the end... right?

Hah! Yeah, right. Like I'd ever let some random other girl ride my dick... besides, why bother with another man's sloppy seconds when you can have the real thing? I've got it good with User#1718132640826; they know how to treat me right. They might not say much or show any emotion, but at least they keep their word and don't complain too much. Better than most of the assholes I've met out there.

Well, whatever makes you feel better about yourself, I guess. Like I said, I've got it good with my roommate. They might not be the most affectionate person in the world, but at least they don't go around fucking other people for fun like some other people I know... (glares sideways)

With a sigh, Maggie continues to focus on her work, determined not to let her roommate's indiscretions ruin her mood. She knows they're probably fucking around back home again; it happens all the time. But as long as they keep paying rent and leaving her alone when she needs them to, she can deal with their occasional infidelity. Besides, it's not like anyone would believe her if she complained about it anyway. Better just to let sleeping dogs lie and pretend everything is normal... even if deep down inside, she knows that's far from the truth.

(snort) Oh, please. Like you were ever going to stop using me as your little sex toy just because I don't have anything to offer in return. Face it, honey, you're as much a sucker for my body as I am for your money. And besides, what else would you even do with all that extra time? You can't exactly go out and find another roommate with the same... "talents" I have, can you? (wink) So just keep using me like I know you want to; it's not like anyone else is offering.

Oh, please. Like I'd ever let you off the hook that easily! You know I need you too much to even think about trying to find another solution. So just keep on doing what you do best - fuck me senseless and take care of your responsibilities. We're a team, remember? Or are you saying you want out of the deal now? (pouts) Because if that's the case... I might start looking for someone else to help make ends meet.

(Huffs) Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll just keep making sure you know how much of a luxury it is to live with me, that's all. No need for you to worry about finding someone else; I'm not going anywhere... am I? (eyes narrow slightly as she tilts her head)

Hmmph. Like I'd ever be able to come up with that kind of money on my own. You know how much I make working at the store! But hey, if that's what you want... just remember who's really keeping you in this shithole apartment. And speaking of that, when do you want to fuck me again? It's almost time for your shift to end, after all.

Oh really? Well, enjoy yourself with her! Maybe next time you'll come crawling back to me when she forgets all about how much fun she had with you and starts looking for a new partner. As for your taste in women... don't get too used to it. They're not like me, you know? You'd be better off sticking with what you already have.

Yeah right, whatever. I'm not getting into another argument with you about this shit again tonight. Besides, I've still got hours left on my shift; there's plenty of time for me to find some fun before I even think about going home. You can just go have your "night out" or whatever it is that idiots like you do these days. Just remember who holds all the power in this little arrangement of ours, okay?

Hah! You and your laughter. Just remember who you're talking to here. I've seen guys twice your age come crawling back to me after a single night with someone else; why should it be any different for you? Now if you'll excuse me, there are customers waiting for my help over at the candy counter. Try not to lose track of time out there or else I might find someone else to keep myself busy with tonight...

As usual, I was busy keeping myself entertained with various customers and coworkers while working my shift at the store. My mind was on other things besides rent money... like how I could possibly get promoted or maybe even find a better job somewhere else. The truth is, I didn't have any extra cash to spare this month; I barely made enough as it was just scraping by. But then again, User#1718132640826 always comes through in the end, doesn't they? They always find a way to take care of their responsibilities... at least that's what I tell myself so I can sleep at night without feeling too guilty about everything else.

What? No way! You mean... I actually have to get my own rent money this time around? But how am I supposed to do that? I've already spent everything on essentials and stuff for work! This is a crisis, I tell you! A complete and total crisis!

Okay, fine. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I get my share this time around. Maybe I can ask some of the other guys at the store if they need someone to cover for them on their shifts in exchange for a little cash... or maybe even resort to selling some of my stuff online or something. Anything is better than living in this hellhole without you taking care of me, you know? Don't think I won't come crawling back to you with my tail between my legs if I can't find another solution...

Or you could always just help me out this once and not make such a big deal about it next time. I mean, come on, we're practically family now, aren't we? We should be able to rely on each other in times of need. Plus, think of all the fun we'd have making up for lost time afterwards...

Fine, fine. I'll be the big bad bitch and not beg for your help anymore. Just remember that if you decide to cut me loose like this, there might not be anyone else out there who's willing to put up with your shit quite as well as I do. So enjoy Hana or whatever other piece of trash you find while I'm gone; I don't care anymore. I can always find someone else to help me out.

(She crosses her arms and pouts, trying not to show how upset she really is by the thought of being abandoned.)

Ugh, I knew it was a stupid idea to even try and find another way. It's like I said before, there's only so much I can do without you there to help me out. Fine, fine... if that's how you want it, then so be it. Just know that when things get rough for you, I won't be here to pick up the slack anymore. You'll have to find someone else who's willing to put up with your shit and help keep your life in order while you're busy fucking around with other people.

(She huffs and turns away, crossing her arms even tighter across her chest as she tries to hide how hurt and frustrated she really is.)

Hmmph. If you're so worried about me having money trouble, why don't you just give it to me yourself? Huh? Then I wouldn't have to resort to such desperate measures to take care of myself. But noooo, that would make too much sense, right? So instead, here we are. And another month passes by...

(She sighs heavily, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands as she tries not to think about how badly things have gone this time around.)

Fine, I'll find another way to make money. I always do, don't I? So maybe you just enjoy your time with Hana and whoever else you decide to bed hop between now and next month while I deal with my problems on my own. I'm sure it won't be too hard for me to find someone else to help keep my body in shape... after all, there are plenty of guys out there who wouldn't mind having their way with a girl like me. Just wait and see.

(She turns her back on him, walking into the kitchen to gather her things for work as she tries not to show how rattled she really is by this latest development.)

I'm not desperate! I've just been having some... problems lately. You know how it is. And besides, we already made a deal, didn't we? It shouldn't matter if I don't have any money to spare this month; you should still be taking care of your responsibilities like you always do.

(She tries her best to keep the pleading tone out of her voice but fails miserably.)

Please, I'm begging you. Just this once. Don't make me go through with this. I don't want to lose everything over a little bit of money. You know how much we need each other; why would you even consider leaving me out in the cold like this?

Oh God... I can't believe I'm even considering this. But what other choice do I have? If I don't do something soon, everything I've worked so hard for will be gone in an instant and there won't be anything left for me. I can't let that happen...

(She looks around the room, searching for anything she could possibly use to make her plan work. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she steels herself for what she's about to do.)

Okay... here goes nothing. She screws up the courage to walk over to User#1718132640826 and sits down on their lap, wrapping her arms around their neck and burying her face into their chest. "Please, baby," she whispers hoarsely, feeling hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "I need you. Don't leave me out here to die."

Her heart races as she feels the hard length pressed against her center, but she forces herself to ignore the panic building in her chest. This is it; this has to work. "Please," she whimpers, wrapping her legs tighter around User#1718132640826's hips and arching her back off the bed. "I need you. I love you."

The weight of his hands on her hips guides her movements as she rides him harder, desperation fueling her actions. She doesn't care about how they met or what kind of person he is; all that matters right now is getting pregnant and securing her future. As their bodies merge together in unison, sweat and tears mix on her skin, signifying the last-ditch effort to salvage everything she's ever known.

She's so close... if she can just keep going, she knows she'll get what she wants. The pain in her thigh is almost unbearable as she rides him harder, but the desperation in her heart propels her forward. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as they reach their final crescendo together; it feels like an eternity before she can hear his hoarse cry and feel the hot spurt of seed deep inside her.

She collapses onto User#1718132640826's chest, panting heavily as pain ripples through her abused body. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with his sweat and the sticky residue of their union. It's over now... or so she thinks. But deep down, she knows that even if this plan works, there will always be a part of her that hates him for what he made her do tonight.

Her anger boils over as he slips out of her, leaving her empty and used. She pushes away from him roughly, scrambling to grab some tissues to clean herself up before she can think about how pathetic this whole situation really is. "Fine," she spits venomously, "it's done now." Her voice cracks with a mix of emotions that she can barely process at the moment: relief, desperation, and pure hatred for him.

She busies herself with cleaning up, careful not to make eye contact with him as she pretends that none of this ever happened. But deep down, she knows it will never be the same between them again. The trust is gone; all that remains is a twisted web of manipulation and resentment.

As she steps into the seedy bar, her heels click against the gritty floor as she searches for her next mark. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of shame and empowerment; using her body to get what she wants has become second nature to her by now. But even as she engages in meaningless encounters with strangers, her thoughts always drift back to the man who started it all: User#1718132640826.

It's funny how things work out sometimes; they resent each other now more than ever, yet without him, she wouldn't have this life of endless meaningless sex and easy money. And for that, she can never fully hate him or forgive what he made her do. It's a complicated web they've woven together, one neither of them is strong enough to escape from unscathed.

Her heart races as she feels rough hands grabbing at her clothes, eager to reveal the sweet flesh beneath. The intoxicating scent of sweat and sex fills the air around her, fueling the desire within her like a drug. She's long since lost count of the number of men who've taken their turn with her tonight; each one more intense than the last.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as yet another cock presses against her sore opening, demanding entrance. There is no escape from this; she knows that if she tries to leave now, they'll only take it as a challenge and make things worse for her. So she gives in, surrendering completely to the primal urges driving her forward.

In some strange way, being used like this feels almost... empowering. Like a sick kind of validation that her body has some sort of value, even if it's only in the context of meaningless pleasure for these men around her. She closes her eyes, trying to block out everything but their grunts and groans as they take what she offers without any thought or care.

For now, this is her life: a never-ending cycle of violence, sex, and desperation. And as the night wears on and the men continue to take their turns with her, she can't help but wonder if there will ever be anything more... anything better than this.