As always Jill is too slow

"Don't say or do anything. Listen," Kyle said quickly and Jill cursed herself for hesitating. "Put this in your ear."

Jill stared at his hand but found herself automatically reaching out for a flesh-colored ear bud. With a blank look she pushed it into her ear.

Kyle smiled and moved into the bathroom, closing the door most of the way.

"Acting like a seductress... no wait, like a horny slut from a porn movie, go answer the door."

Jill could have cried at the thought of the cycle beginning again, but she was helpless against his orders, and sashayed her naked body to the door her landlord was thumping upon.

"Don't make me unlock the door myself, young missy!"

"Seduce him," Kyle ordered quietly. "Make his darkest fantasy come true."

"Oh sir," Jill purred as she opened the door. "I love a forceful man."

Jill leaned against the doorframe like she'd cuddle with it, giving a sultry look at her landlord. He was an older man, approaching his senior years, and remarkably ugly. He'd always been pleasant to her, but her recent inability to pay and change in looks had seemed to flip his demeanor towards her. Now, though, he was mostly flabbergasted.

"What, you don't like what you see?" she asked, cupping her breasts before running one hand down her taunt, nearly concave stomach. His eyes followed her hand to the bush she hadn't trimmed in a month.

"Ah," was all he managed.

"I know I owe you rent," she said.

"Two!" he managed, but his eyes went back to her tits and cunt.

"Two," she said.

"Tell him you don't have it," Kyle told her. "But that you'll work it off."

"I'm sorry sir," she pouted, "I don't have your rents."

"You... You've wasted enough of my time," he sputtered without much ****.

"Maybe I can.... make it up to you. I could maybe, oh, work it off?"

The man looked up at her eyes for once. "Work it off?" he repeated like he was in a daze, but a shrewd look was in her eyes.

"You'd do anything for him to work it off," Kyle told her.

Jill smiled, tweaking her nipple with one hand. The other brushed through her bush. "I'd do anything to work it off. Anything for you..." she dipped a finger into her pussy and sighed.

"You'd do..." he paused. "I want you to say what you mean," he said, suddenly suspicious.

"I'll fuck you," she said.

"Or suck or let him fuck your asshole or tits or whatever the hell else he wants. Something cheap for each time he cums," Kyle said in a rush.

"Or suck you, or let you fuck my asshole or my tits or do anything you want to me. Just...." she bit her calogen-enhanced lip, "I just need you to knock some off my rent."

"Twenty per cum," Kyle said quickly.

"Let's say fi...." her landlord began.

"Twenty!" she blurted, and her landlord stared at her. That was less than half what he'd been about to offer,but he wasn't about to object. "Each time you cum. I wouldn't want to overcharge you."

The man just stared at her, looking her up and down with lust laid bare