What's In It For Me?

Tracy’s fresh out of a paycheck and stuck with a stepson who thinks the couch is a full-time job. Jermaine sprawls there, feet up, scrolling like rent pays itself. She asks nice, she asks twice, and the kid smirks, “I’ll work—if you fuck me.” She freezes, cheeks burning, but options are thin. Five minutes later she’s peeled out of the cheap office blouse she still wears, tits out for his greedy hands. He spins her, bends her over the arm of the couch, and pumps into her like it’s a video game on easy. Each slam pushes a choked sound out of her; he laughs, slaps her ass, and tells her to tighten up. Tracy grips the cushions, mouth open, letting the lazy little shit use every hole he can reach while she whispers that she’ll be good, she’ll swallow, she’ll bend any way he wants, just please don’t tell anyone. He cums across her back, wipes his cock on her skirt, and reaches for the game controller like nothing happened—except now he’s got a live-in fuck doll who’s learned how the bills get paid.