Raoul will make Bria earn her rent

Bria Jeurgen glanced up at the window facing her bed as she manipulated her favorite jet black vibrator against her clitorus, secretly wishing that someone would wander by and notice the nearly nude blonde beauty pleasuring herself. She couldn't bring herself to be a stripper, but Bria desperately craved the affirmation that came from being an object of adoration. A fog of sexual pleasure slowly settled over her...

And then quickly parted as she heard the stair squeak! Bria sat up in bed as she listened to someone descend the basement stairs. The teen pulled the sheets up over her and curled up in the fetal position. "Raoul?" she ventured tentatively.

"Brie?" the Cuban replied, coming around the corner. "Oh, have I disturbed you?"

"No, it's okay," she said. "I'm just having a nap."

Raoul ignored the lie. "You haven't paid your rent yet..."

Bria's heart sank in her chest. She had been dreading this conversation, as she hated conflict. "Raoul, I haven't got the money," she admitted, sitting up in bed and fighting back the tears in her eyes. "Please don't throw me out on the street. It's just nobody is willing to have me, to take a chance on me!" As she swung her arm dramatically, the bedspread tumbled down around her hips, exposing her breasts to him. They were somehow even more spectacular in the flesh than on camera.

"I did," Raoul reminded her. "I took a chance on you." The blonde girl nodded appreciatively before noticing her toplessness and calmly cupping her hands over her nipples. "I just can't believe that with a body like that you can't make rent money."

"I will," Bria's voice trembled. "I promise."

"Well, the end of the month is tomorrow, so let's get started," Raoul told her, sitting down next to her on the bed, taking hold of her hands and laying them in her lap. "A natural blonde with big natural tits who looks like you can make $600 in an hour, so we've got lots of options. And I have a plan for you..."