Work a few things out.

I look up at the perfect goddess in front of me. “You're so fucking hot. But, can we go to a bedroom now?"

She laughs. "Sure, let's do it in my parents' bedroom. Their bed is bigger!"

We get up and go get in her parents' much, much softer bed. We lie next to each other. She smiles at me and lightly strokes my chest with her fingertips. I grab two big handfuls of terrific breasts. They feel so good in my hands. She's perfect. Face, body, tits, she's just perfect.

We lightly kiss. I explore her body with my hands, enjoying not having to rush because my other two roommates need the room or we're at work and someone could walk in on us. We just lie there, enjoying each other.

“Hey, I've got an idea,” says Krys. “You should go to law school.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. How is that a sex game?”

She slaps my chest playfully. “No, not a game, for real! You should totally go to law school and become a lawyer!”

“I really don't want to be a lawyer. Are you thinking about going to law school?”

Krys bursts out laughing. “Are you kidding? I'm nowhere close to graduating.”

“What? Yes you are. We're both going to be seniors this year.”

“Well, yeah, I've got enough hours to be a senior, but nowhere near enough for my major.”

This is different. I'm curious what's going on with Krys. “Remind me, what did you say your major was?”

“Well, currently it's Communications. Before that it was Computer Science because I wanted to make video games. Before that it was Visual and Performing arts. Before that was Philosophy, and before that I was soooo into Anthropology. I started out with Business, but that was horrible.”

Business is the major that I remember Krys being in before this started, although she did mention once that she wanted to switch to Anthropology. Maybe her dad was right and that was a bad idea.

“But if you become a lawyer, you can make tons of money and I won't even need a degree!” says Krys.

In a low, serious voice I ask, “Krys, why is money so important to you?”

She turns away. “Don't be a fucking asshole.”

That almost feels like the Krys I know again. “Come on, we're always talking about the rich assholes at the club. You let them grab your ass for extra tips. You steal like crazy. Why is money such a big deal to you?”

She sighs heavily. “My parents both work like all the damn time, and they can barely afford this house. They also spent a ton of money to send me to a fancy private school for girls. That's where I met Mia, Amber, Kylie, and a lot of my other rich friends. Then you put my college fees on top of that, and my parents are insanely in debt. So every decent piece of clothing I own is either stolen or paid for with something stolen.”

She turns to look at me again. “Wouldn't it be nice to have money? To be like those assholes at the club? My dad has worked there my whole life, I've been around that kind of money forever, but I've never had it. Why can't we be the ones to live like that?”

I brush some of her beautiful hair out of her face. I look at her deeply and say, “Krys, I think I can do that for you.”

“You can? How? Rob a bank?”

“Nope.”

“Rob two banks?!”

“I'll tell you how, but you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

I roll her over on her back, then sit up next to her. “Give me a titjob.”

She rolls her eyes. “You're an asshole, did you know that?”

“Come on, one simple titjob and you'll be wealthy beyond your wildest dreams!”

“Unhhhh! Fine! I'll give you a fucking titjob!”

I get on top of her. She holds her big tits together for me, and they look incredible. I slide my cock between them. She stares at me with her sultry eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her cleavage.

“God, you're so fucking hot,” I say.

“I love you,” says Krys.

That... feels wrong. I ignore it and keep going. After a minute I start to feel my ballsack tighten up again. I say, “Your big tits are so soft! I love fucking them!”

“I love you!”

Again, I ignore her.

She says, “I love you. Do you love me?”

I'm right on the edge. I'm so close! Her tits feel so good wrapped around my cock!

“Devin, do you love me?”

I really don't want to tell her that I don't love her. She is so goddamn hot, I want to fuck her all day, every day, but no, I don't love her, not even a little.

I cum, shooting my jizz all over her chest. Fuck, that's amazing! I cum hard despite having cum twenty minutes ago. I pant like crazy, hoping that she'll let this drop if I act like I didn't hear her because I was too focused on cumming. I scoop up some of my cum with two fingers and hold it near her mouth.

Krys shuts her mouth tight and glares at me.

“Come on!” I say. “You shoved some of this in my mouth! It's only fair!”

A little smile forms under her angry eyes, then she breaks down and opens her mouth. I stick my fingers in.”

The world stops.

“What are you going to do?” asks Krys.

“Krys, you're rich.”

“I'm ri-”

“Wait, stop!” There was no resistance. Usually I have to warm her up with simple commands, but this is clearly something she'll take on the first try, so I have to get it right. I think about it for a minute before trying again.

“Okay, Krys, you're not employed at the country club because you're a member of the club, their richest member.”

“I'm not employed at the country club because I'm a member of the club, their richest member.”

The world restarts, but I'm not in the master bedroom of Krys's house anymore. I'm in the bathroom of my own house. My pants are down, my cock is in one hand, and the other hand has my phone in it, with a website open that has pictures of Krystina.

I look through the website, then do an internet search for her. Apparently, her being rich means that she's a famous model and I'm just some loser who jerks it to her in the bathroom.

Yep, that sounds about right.

The sad part is, I'm not even disappointed. I'm kind of relieved.