Luna Blakely, 18F lesbian down on her luck

Pounding the wall, Luna wondered why her life was so shit. Her lecherous landlord had just visited her again, his eyes always tracing the contours of her slim but shapely body without rest.

"Luna, you're still a month behind on the rent," he nagged again.

"I know, I'm sorry. My car was hit, remember? Some asshole rammed it at work. I had to pay for the repairs, so things are real tight for a few months."

"I know, I know, but I'm sure we can work out a deal. I'll forget about it, if you just help me out a little."

Luna knew exactly what kind of help he wanted. It involved spreading her legs for his pleasure. He wasn't even that bad looking, even if he was twice her age. The real problem was that she was lesbian and wanted nothing to do with dicks. Luna also did not want to whore herself out for the rent, though at the rate her life was heading it might be the only recourse.

"No, that's very kind of you, but I'll pay up. Now, I've got work to do, so please excuse me," she shooed him out of the dingy, old apartment and shut the door on him. It wasn't her choice to be living alone, working a minimum wage job. Just a year ago she was still living with her parents. While they were far from good parents, they at least fed and clothed her.

That is, until they found her kissing girls in her room. The fallout was much worse than she could have thought. They simply kicked her out of the house once she hit eighteen.

"Fuck them, fuck him, FUCK IT ALLL."

She could still slowly save up from her job, and after a few months she should be have just cleared her debts- if no other misfortune struck again.

A heavy sigh escaped from her lips. Luna shrugged out of her baggy clothes, wanting to take a quick shower before heading out. Standing in front of the chipped mirror, the girl stared at her nude self and grimaced.

Luna had tried her best to look manly, but her body was adamant on resisting her efforts. Her jet black hair was haphazardly chopped short, framing an adorable and stunning beautiful face. Despite her thin body, a pair of plump and round breasts jut out from her chest. She angrily squeezed it, wondering why God gave her these two useless lumps of fat that only made her a magnet to the gender she wasn't attracted to.

Luna had also tried her best to work out and grow muscles. Lacking the funds for proper nutrition, it has been a fruitless endeavor so far. She couldn't even afford to go to a gym.

After showering, she pulled on her cleanest T-shirt and jeans. Luna did not like wearing bras. She was well aware that it only increased the attention she received from men, but it was just too uncomfortable for her. Instead, she opted to put on a leather jacket to hide her puppies and set out.

Luna had been looking forward to this day for a few weeks. She was meeting her best friend- and crush- Sally. Unfortunately, Sally was as straight as they came, so Luna had never let her feelings be known. She was just happy to have her as a friend, even if she did unspeakable acts to her in her fantasies.

With her car still out of commission, Luna had to take the train to the meetup location. It was a nice change of pace and allowed her some time to waste on her phone.

Changes for Money? When did I install this?

Luna noticed an unfamiliar app on her phone. She opened it out of curiosity and it displayed just a sentence and two buttons.

"Would you lose your shirt for $50?"

The only options were yes or no. Luna was genuinely puzzled. She couldn't understand what was the point. Her shirt? It was a nice T-shirt, but given she picked it out of a pile in a thrift store, fifty dollars was a great deal to get in return.