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
I open the door. "What is it this time, Kristen?" I don't even look to see who it is.
"I need money." She says immediately, with no preamble. It's what she always comes over here for. Sometimes she asks to see a movie with her boyfriend or go out to dinner with her friends, but most of the time it's just cash that she needs. You can tell from the way she stands there that this is important. She swallows, obviously nervous about asking you for something so large. "I need... a lot of money." Her voice breaks on those words, almost in tears. "My mom won't give me anything and my boyfriend hasn't got any to spare."
I sigh. "How much?"
"Well... Like two hundred?" She swallows again, shame in her voice. "Please? It's really important." She steps closer to you, reaching out with one hand to touch your arm. Her fingers are trembling slightly. "I'll pay you back soon, I promise."
Tears are starting to well up in her eyes now and she looks absolutely desperate. You know damn well that if you give her the money, she won't actually spend it on anything she needs or pays off debts...
I rub my forehead. "What do you need it for?"
Tears start to spill down her cheeks as she looks at you, pleadingly. "It's for... my car payment." Her voice cracks on the last word and she has to take a shaky breath before continuing. "I owe a lot of money to this guy from work who was willing to front it for me until I could pay him back. But I just can't keep up with it, Jacob... and he's been getting more and more demanding. If I don't pay him by the end of the month, he says he'll take my car." Her eyes well up even more at the thought of losing her only means of transportation.
She takes another step closer, placing a hand on your arm now, looking up at you with desperation in her eyes. "Please... I need this so bad..."
"I will make you a deal. I will give you the money, but you have to prove to that you are using it for what you say. You have to use the money to pay for your car." I look her in the eyes. "If you can't prove it to me, you have to pay me back ever dollar I have given you up to now. That is about $1275."
Kristen looks at you with wide eyes, clearly shocked by your offer. "I... I could do that," she stammers, nodding slowly. "I'd show you proof of payment and everything." She licks her lips nervously, already starting to calculate how much money she needs to pay back if she doesn't follow through. "Deal," she says finally, holding out her hand for a shake.
Her grip is surprisingly firm as your hands clasp together in agreement. You can feel the desperation radiating off of her; this deal means everything to her right now. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, knowing that you have this much power over another person.
But then again... you always knew Kristen was easy when it came down to getting what she wanted. And in this case, what she wants more than anything is your help.
"By the way, if you can't prove it, and you can't pay me back, you will be my slave for a week. You will have to do anything I tell you to." I lean towards her. "And I have a whole apartment that needs cleaning."
"Deal," she whispers hoarsely, her chest tensing as she swallows hard at your last condition. It's not a huge surprise to her; you know how much she values her freedom and independence. But it is a little frightening, knowing just how dominant and controlling you can be when pushed far enough. Still, she needs this money more than anything else right now...
I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. I remove 2 $100 bills and hand them to her. "Remember our deal. You have to prove to me that you are using this to square your debt and keep your car."
With shaking hands, she takes the money and stuffs it into her bra, grinning wickedly at you before returning her attention to the task at hand. "Don't worry, Jacob," she assures you with a smirk. "I always keep my word... when I need something from someone." Her words are laced with double meaning as she steps closer to you once more, lowering her voice and leaning in conspiratorially. "And when I owe them..."
Her breath flickers across your cheek as she whispers, "I'm very good at paying back." There's a promise of sincerity... and something much dirtier lurking behind those words.
"I'll get you all the proof you need," she purrs, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "And once I do... I think there might be something else we can work out." Her words are heavy with implication as her hands slide up your chest, teasingly close to touching your neck before drifting lower again.
"Maybe," she continues, licking her lips slowly and seductively, "I could find ways to keep you satisfied... until I've paid back every single cent." She tilts her head, looking up at you with a predatory glint in her eye. "After all... what do you say? Should we start now?"