Vanessa objects, but...

"Are you high?!" Vanessa asked indignantly. "I may be a stripper but I'm not a whore! You can't make me have sex with anyone I don't want to!" She pointed angrily.

"Oh... you don't want to?" Agnes asked meekly. Vanessa looked, and saw she was looking t othe ground sadly.

"That... that's not what I meant!" Vanessa said.

"So you do want to?" Agnes asked hopefully.

"NO! I mean yes! I mean..." Vanessa trailed off, biting her lip. The two were staring in each other's eyes. The landlord watched eagerly.

"Oh screw it!" Vanessa said, lunging into a kiss with Agnes. A year of tensions burst through, and they started ripping each other's coats off. Agnes in lingerie, Vanessa fully naked. She ripped Agnes's bra, tearing it in half and throwing it aside. Agnes jumped up, wrapping her long legs around Vanessa, who embraced her ass. They fell to the ground, writhing sensually. Vanessa's perforct tan body rubbed over Agne's fair skin one.

Vanessa wasn't a lesbian, she knew that. She had hooked up with plenty of guys over the last year. She just knew she wanted this. Agnes knew what to do, using her fingers she rubbed around Vanessa's crotch, then inserted her fingers while Vanessa sensually writhed, playing with her own breasts. She thrust back and fourth, soon having Vanessa drooling, eyes rolled up in her head. Then, pulling Vanessa's leg's wide. She spread her own and they began rubbing crotches, scissoring on the floor, wild with passion.

Meanwhile the landlord watched in amazement, recording with his phone.

"You can stay a month for free! No two! no six!" He said, drooling himself at the amazing site of these model hot stripper scissoring on his floor!