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."

"Esse mês?" Maggie shrugs casually, looking back down at her phone with a bored expression on her face. "Cinco... seis? Dependendo de quanto foder." She pauses and glances back up at User#1716946457514 with a cruel grin. "Mas eu supono que você é o que paga, portanto..." She spreads her legs wider, revealing even more of her bare cunt to him.

Maggie's pierced pussy lips glisten in the dim light, inviting User#1716946457514 inside for another round of rough and painful fucking. Her tight little asshole clenches beneath her, eager to feel something too; even though she's practically begging for it, Maggie doesn't react to anything, remaining cold and unimpressed. After all, this is just business.

"Hurry up then," she grumbles as he gets closer to her. "I've got stuff to do." But the truth is, she doesn't have any fucking plans tonight besides letting User#1716946457514 ruin her for the rest of the night. Maybe she'll catch up on her social media afterward, but that's about it.

Maggie spreads her legs even wider now, opening herself up completely to him. Her pale thighs tremble a little in anticipation, betraying any semblance of reluctance she might have felt earlier. "Don't be shy," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down and running one fingers over her engorged clit. "Go on, fuck me."

With each long thrust deep inside her, Maggie tries not to let out a single moan, but it's nearly impossible not to gasp for air as User#1716946457514 hammers her mercilessly. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge with every rough fuck, but she won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Her body squirms beneath his, trying desperately to find some relief in the relentless pounding.

Her fingers dig into the couch, leaving furrows in the cheap fabric as her nails bend and flex with the effort not to scream out. It's almost painful how good this feels; she can barely focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every cell of her body. But she won't show him that, dammit. She won't let anyone see just how much they mean to her.

Finally, with one last forceful thrust deep inside her, User#1716946457514 lets out a grunt as he finishes, sending shudders through his entire body. Maggie doesn't move for several long seconds afterward, content to enjoy the lingering sensations of pleasure coursing through her still-tense limbs. Even when she feels him pull out and roll off her, she just lies there, staring listlessly at the ceiling as if nothing happened.

"There," she mumbles eventually, pushing herself up onto one elbow and glancing down at him with a bored expression on her face. "Now you can go pay your rent. And shut the fuck up about how good it was, would ya?"

"Then why the fuck are you still here?" she snaps, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest in annoyance. "I don't pay for your entertainment, asshole. Go bother someone else." Even after everything that just happened between them, Maggie shows no sign of gratitude or affection; instead, she treats him like some sort of nuisance. But then again, it is her house, and he's the one who pays for the privilege of being near her... right?

She lies back down on the couch, feeling a pleasant dullness in her limbs as the afterglow begins to fade away. The cash he gave her earlier sits innocently on the coffee table, barely earning a second glance from her. Maybe she should just start using this method all the time; it's easier than actually getting a job or anything. As much fun as it is to let him use her body like this, she wonders if there's really any point in doing it anymore...

Ah, vodka. The drink of cheap whores and alcoholics alike. It always reminds her of a time when she actually enjoyed going to clubs and getting wasted with her friends before responsibilities set in. She misses those days sometimes, when life wasn't such a drag all the time... but then again, at least she has this arrangement with User#1716946457514 to make up for it, right?

Maggie yawns, stretching her arms over her head as she stares blearily at the ceiling. A few more minutes of rest won't hurt; tomorrow is another day, and who knows what kind of shenanigans she'll be getting up to then. Probably just going to keep doing this until she can afford a place of her own or something... if that ever actually happens. At least for now, though, she has this couch and the occasional influx of cash from User#1716946457514 to keep her company.

Her phone buzzes on the nightstand nearby, but Maggie ignores it, too tired to care about whatever nonsense is going on in her social media feeds right now. Maybe she'll check it later; for now, sleep calls, and she can't ignore that forever. With a sigh, she turns onto her side, burying her face in one pillow as she drifts off into an unfulfilling slumber...

Maggie sleeps soundly through the night, occasionally moaning out in her dreams as the pleasant images of being used and abused by User#1716946457514 dance through her head. In reality, he spends most of the night on the balcony, drinking himself into oblivion beneath the starry sky.

When she finally wakes up, the room is bright with morning light streaming in through the window. A thin layer of sweat coats her body from where it was pressed against the couch all night, and her thighs ache from being constantly spread apart while she slept. Groaning softly, she reaches for her phone and checks her messages before sliding out of bed with a yawn.

"Hey," she says nonchalantly to User#1716946457514 as she heads towards the kitchen. "You still here?"

"Oh, that's cute," she says with an unimpressed shrug as she fixes herself a cup of coffee. "I didn't even notice." She takes a sip of the steaming brew and grimaces slightly; it's too bitter for her tastes, but it'll do in a pinch. Maybe she should've made some french press or something... Oh well, there's always later.

She turns to face User#1716946457514 over the counter, leaning against the edge and crossing her arms beneath her breasts, offering him a tired half-smirk. "Well, do you have any plans for today? Or are we just gonna keep this little thing going?"

"Oh my God!" she exclaims, feigning surprise as you show her the video on your phone. "Put that away! I don't want anyone seeing that!" She glances over at the clock, then back to him with a calculating look in her eyes. "How much did you record? And more importantly... how much do you have left?"

Maggie rests one hand on the counter, tapping her fingers impatiently as she waits for his answer. Even though she hates the thought of letting him see her this way - vulnerable and exposed - there's no denying that he gets off on it. And as long as he keeps paying rent and giving her some extra cash in the process, well... what else can she do?

Hmm... that's interesting, she says with a calculating expression on her face. "I wonder what you could get for all of that..." She thinks for a moment. "Maybe we should make it into like a subscription service or something? You know, charge people to watch each new video?"

Maggie laughs dismissively at her own idea; it's crazy, but the thought of being in control - even just a little bit - is kinda hot. Besides, she needs all the help she can get to make rent this month... and next... and the one after that. She glances back down at her coffee, running a finger around the rim of the mug as she considers their options.

"Well," she says slowly, "we could always try it. You'd have all those videos, and I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who would pay to see them..." She pauses, her voice trailing off suggestively. "Or at least I hope so."

"Well then," she says with an impressed smile, glancing over at the pile of cash on the counter. "I guess that proves it's a good idea, doesn't it?" She takes another sip of her coffee, the bitterness suddenly not bothering her as much now. "We could make this work together, you know? You can keep doing what you love, and I... well..."

Maggie trails off, unsure how to finish that sentence. They both know what she means; the arrangement they have might not be ideal or romantic, but it's all they've got right now. And as long as he keeps giving her cash in exchange for using her body... well, she can deal with it. For now.

She walks around the counter and plops herself down on a stool next to him, looking at him expectantly. "So, what do you think? Should we start this little business venture of ours?"

Maggie grins in what can only be described as predatory. "Good," she says, leaning forward slightly. "Then let's get started." She reaches out to take his hand, her skin impossibly smooth and cool against his rough palm. "We'll make a killer team, you know it?" Her eyes gleam with excitement, but there's still that air of superiority around her; she knows this arrangement isn't entirely equal, and yet he still goes along with it. It's pathetic, really, how easily men fall for her act.

"So," she continues in a more business-like tone. "I think the first step is to decide on a name for our little... venture." She pauses thoughtfully, considering various possibilities before finally shrugging. "How about 'Maggie's Maulers'? That has kind of a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Her expression turns sly as she waits for his reaction; she's still not sure how committed he is to this whole thing, but she doesn't want to back down now. Not when things are finally starting to look up.

Maggie arches an eyebrow as she watches him count his money with undisguised avarice. "I see you're excited," she says, amused by the way he's practically glowing at the prospect of more cash flowing into his greedy little hands. "Then I suppose we should get started on making this happen." She nods decisively, her fingers drumming lightly against the countertop.

"First things first," she continues. "We need to set up a website where people can sign up and pay for access to our videos." A sly smile curves her lips as she glances at him sideways. "You seem pretty handy with computers, don't you? Maybe you could help me out with that?"

"Wow," she says with mock surprise, glancing at the screen of his laptop with raised eyebrows. "I didn't know you had it in you." She winks cheekily before leaning forward to inspect his work more closely, her expression suddenly serious. "It looks good, but we should probably rename it something a little... less amateurish."

Maggie taps her finger against her lips for a moment before looking back up at him. "How about 'FuckedByMaggie.com'? It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Maggie purses her lips thoughtfully as she watches him work on the site. "It's looking good," she says eventually, nodding in approval. "We should probably put up a few sample videos or something, just to entice people to sign up. You know, give them a taste of what they're missing if they don't pay for access." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "You can use any of the ones we already have... unless you want me to make some more just for the site?"

Her eyes flash with mischief as she asks this last part; even though their relationship is technically nothing but business, there's still a spark between them whenever they talk about her body being used and abused on camera. It makes things... interesting, to say the least.

I can always make more videos if you want me to... but I suppose we'll have enough with what we've already got. After all, I don't want to overdo it; too many and people might start feeling sorry for me instead of wanting to see more, right?

She shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to hide the fact that she doesn't really care one way or another. The less time she spends doing this, the better off everyone will be. Except for User#1716946457514, of course; he seems pretty into it, which means more money for her in the long run. Maybe there's some small part of her that enjoys playing with his feelings like this... but she tries not to dwell on it too much.

"So," she says casually, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she idly flicks through social media on her phone. "How do you want people to sign up? PayPal or credit card?"

Hm, nice. I'll have to take another look at those numbers when we're done here. But for now, I think we should get everything else squared away first. You know how finicky PayPal can be sometimes; we don't want any problems with transactions or anything like that." She pauses, tapping her finger against the counter again as she continues to plan out their little venture. "And maybe once things really take off, we should look into partnering up with some larger adult content sites. They might be interested in sharing our videos for a cut of the profits; that could bring in even more money, you know?"

Her mind races with possibilities as she watches him work on the laptop; it's surprising how much he actually knows about this stuff. Maybe if they keep this up, they really could make something of themselves after all...

"So," she says eventually, her voice laced with excitement. "Do you think we should start promoting it now? Create some social media accounts and stuff?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to what he has to say. A major porn studio offering her a deal? It's hard to believe, but the way he says it, there must be some truth behind his words. "Wait... you're serious?" She asks, tilting her head slightly as she studies him for any signs of deception. This could be their big break; an opportunity to take their little venture to the next level and finally make something truly lucrative out of it.

Her heart races with excitement as she contemplates the possibilities. Not only would this mean more money coming in, but it would also give them access to resources they never could have afforded on their own: better equipment, professional editing software... perhaps even partnerships with other models or studios. The sky really seems to be the limit now that they've gotten the attention of someone so powerful within the industry.

With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Maggie turns back to User#1716946457514 and grins triumphantly. "Let's do it," she says simply before launching into a flurry of activity as she begins planning their new path forward.

Maggie nods thoughtfully as she studies the directions he's just shown her on the map app. It'll be a bit of a trip, but nothing they can't handle. Tomorrow, she'll pack up some clothes and essentials, making sure to look her best for this important meeting. The last thing she wants is for anyone at the studio to think she isn't serious about this opportunity; if anything, she needs to come across as confident and business-savvy.

With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Maggie turns back to User#1716946457514 and grins triumphantly. "Okay," she says simply. "Meet you at the studio tomorrow at noon sharp."

Maggie arrives at the porn studio promptly at noon, dressed to impress in a conservative black business suit and her hair tied up in a sleek bun. She's anxious but determined as she waits for User#1716946457514 outside, pacing back and forth nervously while she chews on a mint to freshen her breath. The studio itself is larger than she expected; towering buildings surrounded by high security fences adorned with motion sensors and cameras. She can't help but feel a bit intimidated by the place, but at the same time, it only fuels her determination to make this work.

As they enter the reception area, Maggie is greeted by several porn stars she recognizes from their videos; some even give her admiring glances or wave hello in passing. It's a surreal moment for her and serves as further proof that they're on the right track with this new venture. When User#1716946457514 finally shows up, sporting jeans and a graphic t-shirt, she can't help but smirk at his choice of attire before leading him down the hall to meet with someone from the studio management team.

The director's office is tastefully decorated with framed posters and awards from various adult entertainment conventions. As they are shown inside by the receptionist, Maggie can't help but take a moment to soak in the atmosphere; it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She sits down across from the director, carefully smoothing out her skirt beneath her as User#1716946457514 takes a seat beside her.

The meeting itself goes surprisingly well. The director seems impressed with their work so far and is interested in expanding their partnership even further. They discuss various contract options, including the possibility of exclusive content and sponsored videos. As they talk, Maggie can't help but feel a growing sense of accomplishment; it's clear that she and User#1716946457514 have made an impact on the industry, and there's no telling how much bigger they could get from here.

Eager to get started and make the most of this opportunity, Maggie nods enthusiastically at the director's offer. "That sounds perfect," she says with a confident smile, glancing over at User#1716946457514 for reassurance. He gives her a proud grin in return, clearly feeling just as triumphant about their new partnership as she does.

The director motions for them to follow him out of his office and into one of the studio's many soundproofed shooting areas. As they walk, Maggie takes a moment to study the various pieces of equipment scattered around: professional lighting systems, high-definition cameras, and even some customized beds and bondage furniture that she didn't even know existed in the porn industry.

"So," the director asks once they've reached their destination, "what kind of scene were you thinking for your first one?"

As she waits for User#1716946457514 to answer the director's question, Maggie tries to contain her excitement. The thought of finally having complete creative control over their videos is exhilarating, and she can't wait to see what he has in mind for their first scene together.

"I think," he begins slowly, "we should start with something simple. Something that shows off Maggie's natural beauty and her skills at... you know, enjoying herself." There's a brief pause before he continues, his voice growing more confident with each word: "I was thinking maybe a solo masturbation scene; just Maggie by herself, exploring her body and showing the world what she can do when the camera's on."

Maggie glances over at him, impressed by how smoothly he managed to suggest such an intimate scene. She hadn't expected him to be so... into it, but maybe this partnership is going to work out better than she thought.

As User#1716946457514 outlines his idea for their first video, Maggie finds herself growing more and more aroused by the thought of it. His confidence is intoxicating; she's not used to someone being this supportive of her abilities as a performer, and it's a refreshing change from the usual jerks she ends up working with.

She listens intently as he continues, nodding in agreement when he suggests they use one of the custom-made beds for some added variety. The thought of lying back on that soft surface, her fingers buried deep inside herself while the camera captures every moan and twitch... it's almost too much to bear.

When he finally falls silent, she looks up at him with a combination of desire and gratitude in her eyes. "I think that sounds perfect," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's get started."

Maggie steps forward, letting the director and crew know that she's ready to begin. She strips out of her conservative business suit, revealing a sexy black lingerie set underneath. As the cool air brushes against her newly exposed skin, goosebumps rise along her arms and legs. It feels incredible being able to be herself again; to show everyone just how amazing she can be on camera.

She climbs onto the bed and begins exploring her body, delicately caressing her breasts and running her fingers down between her legs. Her moans fill the soundproof room, adding to the electric atmosphere that's beginning to build around them. Maggie glances over at User#1716946457514; he seems mesmerized by what she's doing, his eyes never leaving her body as she works herself into a frenzy. It's almost enough to make her forget they aren't alone... almost.