Count the money

You riffle through the bills, quickly counting them. There's a thousand bucks, and you smile coldly, looking down at Noelle's plump ass raised to you in submission and invitation. She's wriggling her rump at you, the aroma of her arousal rising from her fucked cunt, and she stares back over her shoulder at you with a face that is slack and **** with need.

"A grand," you muse. "You want fifteen hundred bucks worth of fucking in one night. You are a skanky little fuck pig, aren't you girl?"

"Yes...oh God yes I am...I want to feel like that again...Oh God I want it so bad!"

You smile cruelly at her and stand up. She whimpers expectantly and wriggles her plump flesh at you, raising her ass higher. When you start to walk out of the room she gives a little gasp of dismay.

"Don't...don't leave me....please!" she whines.

"Come upstairs," you order her. "Crawl on your hands and knees like the fuck pig you are."

As you start up the stairs she is already crawling, a look of urgent desperation on her face.