The redhead.

You decide to text message the young redhead and anxiously wait for her to reply back to you. Hopefully she isn't busy with other clients. About ten minutes later she messages you back to call her number.

"Hello?" a sweet voice answers.

"Hi there. I'm calling about your ad," you respond, trying to mask any hint of nervousness.

"Oh, you want to help me with my rent?" You hear the playfulness in her voice.

"Yes," you reply, playing along.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Craig," you tell her. "What's yours?"

"Samantha," she replies.

"How much do you need for your rent?" you wonder.

"Two hundred," she tells you.

You had hoped she wouldn't ask for so much. You pause for a bit, thinking if you can afford to live on the hundred dollars you would have left for the rest of the week.

Apparently Samantha senses your hesitation and tries to promote her offer. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Oh?" She perked your interest.

"We redheads are fiery, especially in bed!"

"Okay, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Do you want my address first?" she laughs.

"Yeah, that would help a lot!" You grab a pen and paper and jot down her address.

On the way to Samantha's apartment you stop at an ATM in a convenience store and take out two hundred dollars. Her place is in a trendy neighborhood with new condos. You park a couple of blocks away to avoid any suspicion and casually walk towards her building, a thirty-storey glass condo tower. You avoid eye contact with an attractive blonde in tight, black yoga pants that is walking out with a toy dog in her purse and punch the buzzer number and wait a few seconds before Samantha answers.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Craig," you speak into the intercom. She buzzes you in and you take the elevator to the seventeenth floor. You look for her apartment number and knock softly, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from nosy neighbors who may be already suspicious of her nightly activities with male houseguests.

You hear the deadbolt unlock before the door swings open wide and a busty redhead wearing a green t-shirt and a plaid mini-skirt greets you. "Hi there, Craig," she says with a warm smile. "Come on in!"

"How are you?" you ask, trying to make some small talk to a total stranger you plan on fucking. You notice that she matches her Craig's List description -- 5'7", big tits, slim, and long red hair that cascades over her shoulders. Her ad could never properly describe her beautiful, pale freckled face.

"Great," she says with a genuine smile as she leads you into her living room nicely decorated with high-end furniture and a big screen television. You wonder how she can afford a nice place and all the furniture. "Do you want something to drink? Water? Beer?"

"Beer would be great," you answer, sitting on the black leather sofa. She nods and goes to the kitchen.

You scan around the condo apartment from what you can see from the couch and nothing extraordinary stands out to make different from any other young woman, albeit a very hot one. She comes back with two bottles of beer and hands you one.

"Cheers," you say, raising your bottle as she sits next to you.

"Cheers!" she cheers and clangs your beer bottle with yours. You both take a swig of your beer.

"So.... do you always have problem with your rent?" you ask, trying to segue to why you are here. "I mean, this place seems expensive."

"This place is great. Just take a look at the view," she stands up and walks over to the floor to ceiling window. She stares out to the city skyline. "My roommate moved out this month and I'm having trouble finding someone else to replace her. Until then I need an alternative to pay the rent."

You thought the ad was just a cover story but you sense she is actually telling the truth. You now wonder how many other guys have come by to help pay for half of the rent.

"You're my first if that's what you're wondering," she says, turning around the face you. You stare back at her blankly, surprised that she read your mind, not knowing what to say. "I'm not a whore. I'm just ****. I have enough saved to cover most of it but next month..."

"No, you're not a whore," you reply. "I know what it's like to be ****. Why do you think I'm here?" You look down in shame.

Samantha smiles at your honesty. As she walks back to the couch, she pulls the t-shirt over her head to reveal her beautiful pair of shapely breasts, and then drops her miniskirt to her feet, revealing a well-trimmed tuft of soft hair matching the same color as her head. She takes your bottle and puts it aside on the coffee table.

"Let's take a shower and forget about our desperations tonight," she says, looking over her shoulder as she walks towards the bathroom.

You nod and follow her obediently like a puppy.