Money=Worth

Candace was at an expensive ball, surrounded by dozens of people dancing, drinking, and having a good time. However, she could tell that her outfit was easily the most expensive of all. The jewelry she wore was worth more than someone's house, and the clothes she had on were so exclusive that even if you had money, you couldn't necessarily buy them. Candace was showered with attention and compliments from the other guests as she made her way through the ballroom. Everyone wanted to talk to her and be her friend, but Candace didn't want that. She made it a point to be rude to them and disrespect them because she was better than them; her outfit clearly showed it. The looks of sadness, pain, or anger filled her with glee as she continued interacting with the various people at the ball. Everything was going great until she heard a familiar voice.

"You like the sound of my voice."

Candace turned to see the deadbeat in a butler's uniform at the party and smiled at his appearance. Insulting him was so fun after all, and she couldn't wait to truly know his place beneath her.

"You like my company."

She did, since it was another opportunity to look down on someone she knew she was so much better than. His attitude and appearance screamed, 'I'm a poor person.'

"You love the sound of my voice."

Candace couldn't lie and say that she didn't love his voice. It had such a compelling undertone to it that made her want to listen to it.

"You love listening to my voice since it's so pleasant."

Candace felt her desire to listen deepen as she took a cheese stick from the tray he was holding and started eating it.

"You're so sexy, Candace. You love it when I compliment you. It must be hard looking that good."

Candace stuck her chest out with pride and thought that it was obvious, but she appreciated it.

"You must love my company since I compliment you so much."

Candace smirked, knowing that she had the deadbeat completely wrapped around her finger. It was almost too easy. She grabbed a drink from another waiter who passed by and took a sip.

"When we were talking before, you implied that a person's value is based on how rich they are. That must mean that you believe that a person's value is tied to how much money they own. The more they have, the more important and valuable they are, and the less they have, the more irrelevant and worthless they are."

Candace laughed and responded, "Obviously, you're not worth much, so you're not worth much of my time. Maybe I'll keep you around out of pity though, since you have such a great voice."

"You believe that people with more money are above people who have less in every way."

Candace smirked, "It must be hard coming to terms with your lot in life, deadbeat. There's no need to keep stating the obvious. I almost feel bad. Almost."

"My voice is very pleasant and persuasive."

Candace took another sip of her wine as the words washed over her. She couldn't help wanting to keep him around more and more, just for his voice. He should be grateful that she's even giving him the time of day.

"Your husband is very rich. He has lots of money in his bank accounts and across various cards."

Candace knew that her husband was very rich, and she was happy to have married him, especially since he knew not to get in her way.

"You never needed money since you could use your husband's money."

Candace couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that she had access to whatever she wanted through her husband.

"You use it so much that you have mistaken his money for yours, but all the money you have access to belongs solely to your husband."

Candace rolled her eyes. "Feeling jealous that you don't have a sugar mama, deadbeat. If you please me well enough, then I might consider being one for you."

"That means that you don't have any money of your own since all of it belongs to your husband. People that don't have money are worthless."

Candace couldn't refute the logic and gasped, "Worthless."

"You're worthless."

Candace saw that the expensive outfit and jewelry she had were gone, and she was naked. The other guests in the ballroom laughed at her as she quickly covered her tits. She felt small and embarrassed as the other guests continued to laugh and insult her. She didn't expect anything different from the people around her after realizing that she had no money.

"Nothing about you is worth anything. Neither your mind nor body."

Candace dropped her hands from her tits since there wasn't any reason to cover her body because no one would want to look at it anyway. It was worthless.

"I'm worth more than you."

Candace couldn't help but agree that he was worth more than her; anything is better than zero, after all.

"I'm better than you in every way."

Candace nodded in sadness, knowing it was true. Her neighbor was better than her in every way.

"You can't help but look to me for guidance."

Candace wondered if he could help her get out of the horrible position she was in. He was better than her in every way.

"You trust me since I'm so much better than you."

Candace decided to trust him since he was the only one in the room who was not laughing at her or ignoring her.

"You can easily pretend to be a rich person around men other than me. However, it will no longer feel good, but exhausting."

Candace felt a wave of exhaustion hit her at the thought of talking with any of the men at the party, and it got even worse when she thought about her husband. Thankfully, he spent most of his time at the hospital, so she didn't have to worry about interacting much with him. She could feel her fancy clothes and jewelry return to her body like they never left, but she knew that they were cheap forgeries and not the genuine article.

"You don't want people to know you're worthless, so you want to be extra nice to me to stop me from telling anyone."

She nodded at the sensible suggestion but frowned when she thought about how she had treated him. Candace wouldn't be surprised if he had already held a grudge towards her. Candace knew that she needed to work extra hard to get back in his good graces.

"You want me around as much as possible."

Suddenly Candace's phone rang and snapped her awake. It took her a second to realize that she was outside in her backyard and not at any fancy party. Her neighbor was right next to her and looked at the nearby phone in annoyance. Candace was surprised to see him and wondered what he was doing here.

"What are you doing in my backyard?"

"You didn't respond when I called your name, so I thought something had happened to you. I came over to make sure you were okay. You should be grateful."

Candace smiled, "I am. Thank you for worrying about me. You're such a kind man. I'm sorry to ask, but could you tell me your name?"

He smirked, "It's Dustin. Don't forget it."

Candace nodded, "I won't. You're too memorable to forget."

"Memorable, huh. That's a new one."

"It's a compliment."

Dustin smiled, "Please, compliment me more."

Candace laughed as she relaxed more around him, "You're a kind, handsome, and brave man that I'm glad to have met."

"You believe all that. Hearing it does make me feel good, even if you're only flattering me."

Candace could see him glance down at her wet tits, so she leaned forward slightly so that he got a better look at them. Candace didn't think it would do much since her body wasn't worth anything, but she had to try. She wanted him to hang out with her since he was such great company and it was easy to be herself around him. That wasn't even mentioning his amazing voice; it was so soothing. She could listen to it all day. She didn't have to pretend to be somebody she's not. Candace could just be her normal worthless self.

"Trust me, it's not flattery. I know I didn't treat you the best the last time we met, and I'd like to apologize. Maybe we could start over?"

Dustin looked at her, deep in thought, before saying, "I'm willing to start over if you promise to let me come over whenever I want."

Candace smiled, "Of course, you're free to come over anytime you want."

Dustin smirked, "That's great. I think I'll be able to wipe the slate clean then."

Candace was happy that he agreed to forgive her. She knew that she didn't deserve it since she was such a jerk before, but she was glad that he had found it in his heart to forgive her. She even had the slight hope that maybe one day they could even be friends. Candace kept talking to Dustin as she took another dip in the pool. She felt his gaze on her body and was happy he was even bothering to look at her. Candace knew that her body was worthless, so he might've even been looking just to be nice and to make her feel appreciated. She didn't know him for very long, but she knew that he was a kind person. Hopefully, he didn't share how worthless and lacking she was compared to other people. Candace needed to be extra nice to him to make sure that he didn't. A couple more compliments certainly wouldn't hurt. Candace also purposefully showed off her sexy, round ass in the hopes that something about it would capture his attention and persuade him to hang out with her again.