Finding a frienemy

“Well that’s just fucking great! What the hell do I do now?” Sara hypothetically asked herself as she hid behind a tree outside of the property. She thought about anyone she could possibly stay with or ask for help but she undercut every ally to get to the top of where she was before it all crumbled down. She had tens of thousands of dollars wrapped into her panties but she had to find the right person to actually pay that. Sara pinched the bridge of her nose as she went through the databanks of people that could possibly being willing to help while also not rubbing it too much into Sara’s face.

“Fucking hell! Anyone but her…” she continued to speak to herself like a crazy woman. “…She’s the only one that would be willing but she’s gonna have a steep price for sure…” Sara gritted her teeth as she saw a man walking his dog coming her way as she needed to borrow a phone. The man was pleasantly surprised as the lingerie wearing woman appeared from behind the tree.

“Holy shit! You a streaker that got cold feet, honey?” He asked as he chuckled. His dog was also interested and sniffing her crotch rather aggressively. “Seems Fido’s got a good nose on him. He knows what he wants.”

Sara gritted her teeth as she nicely pushed the dog away and said, “Well he seems to be a good boy and no I’m not a streaker. I had an…accident and I needed to borrow your phone.”

“Well shit lady! I’m sorry for what I said. I’ll let you borrow my phone…” he said as he was about to hand her his phone before he pulled it back and smiled while saying, “For a few pictures…”

Sara swallowed some saliva for her dry throat as she asked with a grimace, “What kind of pictures?”