Take the apartment

“Mandy...,” you murmur into her hair, nuzzling it softly. “I don’t care if we have to do whatever they want us to do on camera. I just want to be with you.” You can feel yourself growing harder in your pants at the thought of pleasing her in front of those cameras.

Mandy melts further into your embrace, her body language unmistakably encouraging. “I... I’ve been thinking about it too,” she admits quietly. “As long as we’re together...” Her voice trails off seductively, her hand reaching back to squeeze your ass cheek through your pants.

Your embrace is broken by the sound of Trish yelling, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

You rush over to bedroom and hear Trish and Chip arguing. As you open the door you hear Chip say, “Because if I let you live here your sister would cut my dick off!”

When they see you and Mandy enter the room, they both look over at you and Trish says to Chip, “Go on tell them.”

“You just got a $200 tip,” he tells you turning his phone around to show you.

“For grabbing his ass,” Trish says in an angry voice. “Someone gave you $200 for grabbing his ass, through his pants. Fuck! And Chip here never told me about this shit.” She punches him as hard as she can in his arm, which does nothing to him.

“I told you your sister…” he tries to reply.

“We’ll take it!” Mandy yells over them, causing your heart to skip a beat.

You go downstairs to fill out a bunch of paperwork. And can’t help but laugh at hearing Trish and Chip continuing to argue in the hallway.

When you finish everything the manager tells you it will be ready to move in as soon as your background checks clear, which should be next week.

With your heart beating out of your chest you sign the final contract and go out to meet with Trish and Chip. The entire drive back Trish is quiet but you can feel the daggers she is staring into Chip.

When you get back to your dorm room you can Mandy burst into uncontrolled laughter at Trish and the entire situation.

After a couple of minutes, you are trying to catch your breath when Mandy’s face goes straight as your eyes meet.

“You know if we really want to make this work, we’ll probably need to have…” her voice get lower as she whispers, “..sex.”

“I mean maybe,” you try to reassure her, “we made $200 just for over the clothes stuff.”

“Yeah, but think how much we could make,” she says with an excited look on her face.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask remembering how much losing her virginity meant to her.

“It’s okay, John,” she whispers, her voice is barely audible over your pounding heartbeat. “You…I mean…well… I love you!”

Your whole body is currently engulfed in a powerful wave of heat.