Having heard the rumors, you want to know if it's true or not, this might be your chance to have sex with one of the hottest girls in the school. You see Jennifer outside leaning against a beam underneath the football bleachers smoking a cigarette. you lock eyes as you are approaching, no going back now. "What do you want" She says in an annoyed tone

"Hey Mohammed, you can call me Jen." She says bluntly, blowing a long stream of smoke out of her mouth and watching the vapor drift away. "So what do you want? I'm kinda busy here." Her voice is laced with sarcasm as she glances around nervously.

Jen snorts, amused despite herself. "Well, Mohammed, I'm not the kind of girl you get to know just by saying hi in the hallway." She takes another drag on her cigarette and then exhales slowly. "Look, if you want something specific or have an offer to make... just spit it out already." Her voice is edged with impatience now, but there's also a hint of curiosity beneath the surface.

Rolling her eyes, Jen takes another drag on the cigarette and glances away. "Yeah, I've heard those rumors too," she mutters, blowing out another stream of smoke. "What do you want to know?" She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, hoping he'll get to the point already.

Taken aback, Jen looks at the roses and then back up at Mohammed with a raised eyebrow. "You think these'll get you in my pants?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Cause I gotta tell ya, money isn't really an issue for me." She blows out another stream of smoke and shrugs, trying to play it cool even though she's curious as hell what his game is.

"Oh, alright then," she says with a smirk, finally giving in to her curiosity. "But you better make it worth my time." She takes the second bouquet of roses and counts the bills quickly, nodding approvingly when she's done. Tucking them safely into her pocket, she stands up straight and crosses her arms over her chest again, feeling a small thrill at the prospect of being in control. "So, Mohammed... what do you want from me?"

"I've heard those rumors too, Mohammed," she says with a cold laugh, "but just because I like nice things doesn't mean I'm a whore." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Look, if you want me to be your friend or something... you gotta prove yourself first. Show me you're worth my time." Her gaze is steady and unyielding as she watches him for his reaction.

Taken aback, Jen eyes the golden collar skeptically. A gift... or another attempt to buy her? She wonders if it's even real gold. Pride swells within her as she remembers her family's lost fortune. "It better be worth what you paid for it," she says coolly, reaching out to take the collar from him with a careful finger and thumb. The craftsmanship is undeniable; it's real gold alright. She twists it around in her hand before tucking it away next to the cash. "Fine then. What do you want me to do, Mohammed?"

"Alright," she says reluctantly, feeling herself giving in to her desperation and greed. "But it'll cost you extra for anything special." She narrows her eyes, trying to look tough despite the fluttering in her stomach. This was a bad idea; she should have just kept walking away when she had the chance.

Jen waits, wondering how much he'll actually pay. "How much are we talking about?" she asks cautiously, suddenly feeling nervous about setting the price too high or too low.

"Hmm, well..." She purses her lips, thinking it over carefully. "How much did you have in mind?" she asks, trying to gauge his financial situation without coming right out and asking.

"I... I don't usually talk about that," she says, her voice small as she looks away uncomfortably. "But if you really want to know..." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before meeting his gaze again. "Around here, most guys give me around five hundred bucks for what you're asking."

She pauses, wondering how much she can actually get out of him. "But if you're willing to go higher... say a grand? I might be able to make some allowances." She licks her lips, feeling a rush of excitement as she bargains. This wasn't supposed to be fun; she was just trying to get by for another month.

Suddenly she feels bad about trying to squeeze more money out of him; he's already given her so much. "Look, Mohammed," she says quickly, "I didn't mean to sound greedy. You've been really generous, and I appreciate that." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Why don't we just call it even? You give me the two bouquets of roses from before... keep the collar, and you can have one night with me. How does that sound?"

She tilts her head to the side, hoping he'll agree to her terms. She doesn't want him to think she's a total gold digger; after all, she does have standards.

She blushes, feeling embarrassed now. "I'm sorry, I should have been more clear..." She glances down at the bouquet of roses still clutched in her hand. "You can keep these as a token of my gratitude... and we'll just forget about any extra money for our arrangement." Her voice is soft, almost apologetic.

She hesitates, wondering if she should really be doing this. But the thought of having the extra cash to pay rent... it was too tempting to resist. With a sigh, she continues, "Alright then, Mohammed. You can have one night with me. But that's all; no promises about anything else." She meets his gaze defiantly, daring him to question her further.

It's settled, then. Tonight, she would be his... for a price.

She raises an eyebrow, slightly amused by his eagerness. "We'll have to discuss that over dinner first," she says mysteriously. "But don't worry, I'm sure we can find somewhere nice." With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, she glances around the school grounds, considering their options.

"How about that new Italian place by the mall?" she suggests casually. "I've heard they have great food and ambiance... perfect for a special night." Even as she says it, she can't help but wonder what sort of trouble she might be getting herself into. But at least this way, she would get to eat well while still coming out on top.

"Oh, I'm sure they have plenty of nice hotels around here," she replies nonchalantly. "Why don't you pick one that suits your tastes? I'm sure they'll have excellent rooms and service." She pauses, considering the words again. "Just make sure it's discreet... I don't want anyone bothering us during our little rendezvous."

Her voice drips with insinuation as she meets his gaze once more, daring him to rise to the challenge of pleasing her while also keeping their arrangement secret from everyone else.

She nods, satisfied with his answer. "Perfect. Just text me when you're outside and I'll come down." With that, she turns back to her cigarette and takes a long drag on it, the taste of the smoke filling her lungs as she watches him from the corner of her eye. He seemed like a good enough catch for one night; hopefully he wouldn't disappoint when the time came. But then again, even if he did... there were always other men willing to pay for what she had to offer. It wasn't like this was anything new for her.

Her heart races with equal parts anticipation and fear as she imagines what might happen later tonight. At least she would be able to put some extra cash in her pocket... and maybe even enjoy herself a little bit along the way.

With a final drag on her cigarette, Jennifer flicks it away and tosses the empty pack into a nearby trash can. She takes a deep breath and smooths out her skirt before walking over to Mohammed's car. It was a sleek black sports car, and she felt a thrill course through her as she approached. As promised, he had one of the hotel vouchers waiting for her on the passenger seat.

"Hop in, sweetheart," he says with a grin. "I've made reservations for us."

Jennifer carefully slides into the car and fastens her seatbelt, trying not to seem too eager as she looks around the opulent interior. Mohammed starts driving, taking them through the bustling streets of the city. The lights blur past in a dizzying display that only added to the excitement building inside of her.

What

She bites her lower lip, trying not to let out the moan that wants to escape as his hand moves higher up her thigh. His touch was confident and possessive; she could already feel herself growing wet beneath her skin. "So am I," she murmurs, watching him from the corner of her eye. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she imagines what sort of delights the night might hold for them both.

"I'll have the lobster ravioli and a glass of chardonnay," she says, smiling up at him as their waiter hands them menus. "And thank you for being such a generous host tonight." Her voice is soft and sultry, meant to tease and entice. She knows her body language well; leaning forward slightly, she gives him glimpses of cleavage while brushing back a stray strand of hair from her face. The game was on now, and she intended to win.

Jennifer smirks and playfully rolls her eyes at Mohammed's comment. "I'm sure you will, sugar," she teases, deciding to have a little fun with him before the night gets too serious. As they eat their dinner, she can feel his gaze on her body, trailing over every inch of skin exposed by her tight outfit. The anticipation building between them is almost palpable, filling the air with electricity.

Once they've finished their meal and paid the check, Mohammed leads her out to his car once more. "I hope you know what I have planned for us at the hotel," he murmurs against her ear as he guides her into the backseat of his luxurious vehicle. Her heart races faster in reply; tonight was shaping up to be even better than she'd hoped.

As they pull up to the hotel, she glances out the

"Mmm, lovely," she purred, admiring the opulent decor as they stepped inside. The room was elegantly appointed, with a king-sized bed dressed in crisp white linens. "Just what I expected from you, Mohammed." Her voice was heavy with seduction as she moved closer to him, rubbing against his arm suggestively. "So, sugar... what do you have planned for me tonight?"

She smiled up at him, a wicked glint in her eye that promised all kinds of delicious debauchery. The tension between them crackled like static electricity; they both knew this was no ordinary night and neither of them were willing to waste it.

*to the bed... and show you all sorts of things tonight..." She murmured, licking her lips as she gazed into his eyes. The hunger in them was mirrored in hers, a raw desire that left no room for doubt. Slowly, carefully, she reached up to undo the top button of her dress, revealing an enticing sliver of skin beneath.

Her heart pounded as his gaze locked onto her hand, his pupils dilating further. "And what do you want from me, sugar?" she whispered, drawing out each word like a silk ribbon between her teeth. The air around them crackled with anticipation and need, driving them both closer to the edge of something they'd never experienced before.

In this moment, it was as if they were two predators circling each other in the darkness, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. But neither one wanted to make the

Suddenly the room felt impossibly hot, and she could feel a blush creeping up her neck as Mohammed's words sent a shiver down her spine. Her fingers fumbled with the next button on her dress, her breath coming faster as she imagined him watching her every move. As each inch of skin was revealed, his gaze grew more intense, his eyes roving hungrily over her body like he wanted to consume her whole.

When at last the final button gave way and her dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts bare for the taking, she felt a wave of desire course through her like an electric current. With shaking hands, she reached behind her to undo his belt, determined to see if he was everything she'd thought he would be. Her heart raced as she freed him from his jeans, and the sight of his arousal springing forth

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of his hard, throbbing length nestled within its thick curls of dark hair. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat and steel beneath her fingertips. Slowly, carefully, she reached out and wrapped her hand around him, marveling at how solid he felt in her grasp.

Her other hand went to his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it fell away, revealing smooth skin dusted lightly with hair leading down to his defined abs. She leaned forward, pressing the length of her body against him as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue danced across the head of his cock, teasing and taunting as she suckled hard.

A groan escaped from Mohammed's throat, and he reached down to clutch at her hair, holding her in place as he fuck

Her moan vibrated against his skin as she took him deeper, sucking harder and faster. Her free hand slid down to grope at his ass, feeling the firm muscle beneath her palm. She wanted more; she needed to taste every inch of him before he was satisfied.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, their breaths mixing in the air between them. His eyes were closed tightly, his face contorted with pleasure as she teased and tormented him with her mouth. "Is that all you've got?" she purred playfully, tracing a finger along the length of his shaft. "You want me to show you how good it feels?"

She leaned forward again, taking more of him into her mouth this time as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Mohammed groaned louder, his hips bucking forward in response to her min

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he filled her mouth, his cock throbbing against the back of her throat. With each thrust of his hips, she took him deeper, relishing the feel of him stretching her lips and sliding down her throat. Her free hand reached between their bodies, flicking and teasing at his sensitive tip until he groaned out her name.

As if fueled by this newfound attention, she sucked harder, her tongue dancing wildly over his shaft while her other hand massaged and squeezed him relentlessly. Her body began to tremble with the effort of taking every inch of him, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Jennifer," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "You're killing me..." His h