Working Off Her Debt

Mona storms into the bedroom, pissed off and waving a credit card statement in Aliya’s face. Aliya’s sprawled on the bed, scrolling her phone, looking guilty but not that guilty. She used the card, yeah, but cute clothes cost money and she wasn’t about to wear last season’s shit. Mona lays down the law: every cent gets paid back in chores, and the clock starts now. A few days later Aliya’s still scrubbing, sweating, and bitching under her breath. Mona drops another bomb—halfway there, kid, keep grinding. Aliya’s done. There’s got to be a faster fix, and she spots it the second Mona’s curves catch her eye. She drops the rag, steps in close, and lays it out plain: why bust her ass cleaning when she can work Mona’s pussy instead? Mona’s eyebrows shoot up, but the offer’s right there—tight, young, and zero cleaning supplies required. One smirk from Aliya seals it, and Mona’s already reaching for her. Clothes hit the floor quick, fingers slide home, and the debt gets a whole lot more interesting.