#012- Annie, paying Allan's rent
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"She's you, isn't she?"
I am caught off guard by my landlord's question. "Who?"
"The slut who's always at your place. Don't deny it."
I don't deny it. I can't.
"I know you use the pink pill, Allen. I don't judge."
Fuck. I should have been more careful. I see his eyes roving over my face now. He's already imagining my lips wrapped around his cock.
The sleazy fucker cups my face in his hand, thumb caressing my lower lip. "7 PM, my place. Wear that little black dress. You know the one."
- Annie, paying Allan's rent
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It's 7PM, outside his place, and my hand is hovering over his doorbell.
Not for the first time today, I wonder what exactly I'm doing here. Was there an implied promise to waive this month's rent? If so, does that make me a whore? Is he blackmailing me? Or is this simply a booty call?
My breath catches as I see myself reflected in the glass panel of the door. The tiny little slip of a dress I'd bought instead of paying rent looks stunning on me. With my lipstick and makeup and my blond hair all done up I look an absolute bombshell - at once innocent and outrageously slutty.
I shake my head. Focus, Annie. I just have to- well, what would I have to do?
Suck his cock, at the very least. Unconsciously, I squeeze my thighs together at the thought. My bare pussy is slick with arousal. Fuck, why does this turn me on so much?
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