Declined (WIP).

Dylan's face has been drained of all colour now. His hands tremble making it rather annoying to read the screen, though I do still get a glimpse of the message I really, really did not want to appear...

PAYMENT DECLINED - INSUFFICIENT FUNDS.

Fan-fucking-fastic. Certainly not how I wanted my night to go, it might get me more money in the long run but I'll need to waste some more time. I feel my teasing, slutty smirk fade from my face as I lean away from the screen and look up at Dylan.

"Zan- Emily I'm so sorry I don't think it's going to go through toni-"

"That's ok!" I chirp, cutting him off. A look of surprise and confusion beginning to form on his face.

"Wait? It's ok...?" He asks nervously, which I answer with a nod.

"Mhm! You can pay me whenever you get the money!" I reassure him as I get to my feet and flick my long hair over my shoulders. There's hope in his eyes now, as if he misjudged my character when he hired me. I strut over to my discarded bra and slip it back on.

"It shouldn't take more than a day or two! I get paid tomorrow and-" I cut him off by leaving his bedroom mid-sentence, heading straight towards Emily's instead. Instantly I can hear the scuffling of feet behind me.

"That's fine! Just pay whenever you want! Seriously. Take your time!" I smirk back at him before slamming Emily's door in his face. This bitch really is a prude for someone who's built like an up-and-coming pornstar. The sluttiest things I can find in her wardrobe on short notice are criminally short denim shorts and a tight singlet which emphasises her magnificent tits. I'm going to get my money one way or another...

Poor Dylan clearly didn't pick-up on the threat I was laying down as a look of fresh horror returned to his face as soon as I opened the door. His step-daughter dressed like a slut and with a huge smirk plastered on her face. He of course tried to drag me back inside as I opened the front door but a solid, well-placed knee in the balls dropped him to the floor, curled up like a pathetic worm.

"Take your time with the money daddy! You have my number for when you find it! I'm just going out to make some friends!" I shout over my shoulder before slamming the front door on poor Dylan, the weight of his mistake starting to really set in for him. I hadn't planned on keeping this body for longer than a night but if he wants to play games, then lets play games! There are plenty of ways for a gorgeous looking slut like Emily to make money on a Friday night. None of them Dylan will enjoy...