Mia stood outside Alex's apartment door, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird as the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cracked hallway tiles. The scent of stale cigarettes and cheap takeout lingered in the air, mixing with the faint floral notes from her own worn perfume, a desperate attempt to feel put together after another day of dodging collection calls. Bills stacked like tombstones on her kitchen table back home, rent overdue by weeks, her mother's arrest still a raw wound that left her isolated and scraping by on instant noodles. When Alex had texted earlier that morning—his sister's friend, the one with the easy smile and confident stride—she'd known this was her only lifeline.

He opened the door with a casual smirk, his lean frame filling the entryway, dark hair tousled and eyes gleaming with that mix of charm and hunger that made her pulse quicken despite everything. "Come in, Mia. Let's talk about how I can help you out." The deal spilled out plainly as she stepped inside, the cool air conditioning raising goosebumps on her skin: cash for her body, whenever he wanted, no strings beyond the transaction. Five hundred for tonight, more if she played along with his ideas. Reluctance clawed at her, but the promise of money to cover the electric bill, to maybe eat something decent, made her nod. She found him attractive in a way that surprised her—his broad shoulders, the way his cologne wrapped around her like a promise—and likable enough that her nerves softened into something warmer, a spark of surrender blooming in her chest.

Alex's hands found her waist, pulling her closer as he murmured the terms again, his breath hot against her ear, and she let herself melt into it. Her fingers trembled at first while unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the soft curve of her breasts, nipples tightening under his gaze. He guided her to the couch, his cock already straining against his jeans, and she knelt willingly, wrapping her lips around him with a mix of reluctance and building heat. The taste of him, salty and real, filled her mouth as he thrust gently, his fingers threading through her hair, and she felt the emotional tug even then—a flicker of connection amid the transaction that made her pussy ache with unexpected wetness. He praised her softly, hands exploring her body with possessive strokes, and she surrendered fully, spreading her legs as he slid inside her, the rhythm building with raw need that blurred the line between payment and pleasure.

As the rhythm built with raw need that blurred the line between payment and pleasure, Alex's hands worked methodically at the rest of her clothes, stripping her blouse away and tugging her skirt down until Mia lay fully naked beneath him, her skin flushed and exposed on the couch. He pulled back just enough to admire her, his charming smile softening the request that followed—would she let him take a few pictures, just for him, to remember how beautiful she looked like this? Something about the way he said it, sweet and low with that easy confidence, made her nod despite the flicker of hesitation, her trust in his likable demeanor overriding the oddity. He clicked away from every angle, the camera's shutter echoing as he circled her, capturing the swell of her breasts, the slick shine between her thighs, the vulnerable curve of her ass, each shot making her feel both objectified and oddly cherished under his attentive gaze.

He carried her to the bedroom then, laying her out on the sheets where the real intensity began, his cock driving into her pussy in a relentless three-hour marathon that left her gasping through twelve distinct positions she'd never known existed. First missionary with her legs hooked over his shoulders, his thrusts deep and grinding against her clit; then doggy style with his hands gripping her hips, pounding so hard her breasts swung and she clawed the mattress; cowgirl where she rode him tentatively at first, then desperately as he bucked up into her; spooning with his fingers circling her clit while he filled her from behind; standing against the wall with her back pressed to it, his strength holding her aloft; and variations like reverse cowgirl, piledriver with her knees by her ears, lotus with her straddling his lap face-to-face, each shift bringing new angles that stretched her pussy and sparked waves of overwhelming sensation through her untouched body. She came repeatedly, overwhelmed by the sheer variety and stamina, her emotional surrender deepening as he murmured praises that felt like genuine affection amid the raw fucking.

When he finally pulled out to spill across her belly, he dropped the cash in crisp bills right onto her sweat-slick skin, calling it her payment with a grin that sent a thrill through her. The money made her happy, easing the weight of her debts, yet craving more of him she begged for another round; obliging, he slipped a buzzing vibrator into her soaked pussy, secured it with a harness, and led her out to the balcony overlooking the city. There, exposed to the world below, he fucked her again from behind, her moans loud and unrestrained echoing into the night air as the device hummed relentlessly inside her, her body arching in ecstasy while headlights passed far below, binding her closer to this intoxicating mix of cash and connection.

The Price of Pleasure