Amy needs money

Amy stared into the murky waters below the bridge, her thoughts as turbulent as the river's flow. The wind whispered through her long, black hair, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and despair. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gripped the cold steel railing, the only thing standing between her and the abyss.

As the droplets grew in number, so did the weight of her troubles. At the tender age of 18, she felt the world had already dealt her a hand of unrelenting misfortune. Her eyes searched for a spark of hope, but all she found was the reflection of her own misery staring back at her.

It was in that moment of profound desperation that a shadow fell over her. She looked up to find a man in a sharp, tailored suit, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the gloomy backdrop of the night. His eyes, a piercing blue, bore into hers with a strange intensity. This was Ethan, a man who seemed to have stepped out of a different world entirely, one untouched by the hardships that had ravaged Amy's life.

"Young lady," he began, his voice smooth and authoritative, "it seems you've lost your way."

Amy startled, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. She had been so lost in her own despair that she hadn't noticed his approach. He leaned against the railing, his body close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his solid form. His short brown hair was slightly disheveled, as if he'd been walking briskly through the city streets, yet it only added to the allure of his rugged handsomeness.

"What's a girl like you doing out here?" Ethan asked, his tone a curious blend of concern and intrigue. His gaze traveled over her slim figure, lingering on her perky breasts, which were barely contained by the damp fabric of her shirt. She shivered under his scrutiny, her nipples pebbling against the fabric despite the chilly evening air.

Amy's voice quivered as she spoke, "Just... thinking."

Ethan's smile grew, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth. "Thinking about what?"

Amy hesitated, unsure how much to reveal to this stranger. "M-money," she stuttered. "I have none. No job, no home."

Ethan's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with something that was definitely not pity. "Ah, a classic tale," he said, his voice low and rich, like velvet sliding over her skin. "But fear not, for I can offer you a solution to your little...problem."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, the bills crisp and smelling faintly of leather. "How does a thousand dollars sound for a start?"

Amy's eyes widened, desperation and suspicion mingling in their depths. "What do you want in return?" she asked warily, her voice a whisper of disbelief.

Ethan's gaze remained unyielding. "Just a simple token of appreciation. Your panties."

Amy's cheeks flamed with embarrassment. "My what?" she squeaked.

Ethan's grin never wavered. "Your panties, my dear. It's a small price to pay for such a generous gift, don't you think?" He waved the money in front of her face, the scent of wealth and power wafting from the bills.

Amy's mind raced as she stared at the money. A thousand dollars could help a lot. It could be the difference between a cold, wet night on the street and a warm bed. Between hunger and a hot meal. Between despair and...what? The price was her dignity, but what else did she have to give?

With trembling hands, she reached beneath her skirt, her thoughts a tumultuous storm of doubt and need. Her fingertips grazed the damp fabric of her panties, the cold metal of her belt buckle a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. Ethan's eyes followed her movements, his gaze hungry and anticipatory. He was a predator, and she was about to become his prey.

Her panties were a simple pair of white cotton, now slightly translucent from the rain and her own arousal. She felt his gaze on her, his hunger palpable as she slid the fabric down her legs. The cold air hit her exposed skin, sending shivers up her spine. As she stepped out of them, she felt a strange sense of vulnerability, as if she were shedding not just a piece of clothing, but a layer of herself.

Her eyes never left Ethan's as she handed him the damp garment. His pupils had dilated, the blue of his eyes darkening with lust. He took the panties with a grace that was almost reverent, his fingers brushing against hers, sending an electric shock through her body. Ethan gave her the promised money and actually offered her a place to sleep.

Amy followed him to a luxurious penthouse, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. The opulence was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the squalor she'd become accustomed to. In the vast, gleaming living room, Ethan poured them both a drink, his movements precise and controlled.

Her eyes wandered over his body, noticing the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he moved. He was like a finely crafted statue come to life, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of attraction, despite her better judgment. He handed her a glass, his fingertips lingering on hers just a moment longer than necessary.

"So," he said, his voice a low purr, "are you ready to make some more money?"

Amy's stomach twisted, but the promise of financial relief was too tempting to resist. She nodded, her eyes on the floor as she took a sip of the strong, amber liquid. It burned a path down her throat, leaving a warm glow in its wake.

Ethan's smile was a predatory thing, full of satisfaction at her submission. He unbuckled his belt, his movements deliberate and slow, drawing out the moment like a cat playing with a mouse. His pants fell to the floor, revealing a thick, hard erection that sprang free from the confines of his boxers. It stood proudly before her, demanding her attention.

Amy's heart raced as she stared at his cock. It was the first time she'd ever seen one in person, and it was both terrifying and fascinating. It was as if he'd offered her a rare and exotic fruit that she hadn't known existed.

Ethan's smile grew as he saw her gaze fixate on his erection. "Ah, I see the curiosity in your eyes," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "Another thousand for a little...taste." He took a step closer, the money in his hand waving in front of her like a hypnotic snake charmer's instrument.

Amy swallowed hard, her hand trembling as she set the glass down on the side table. She'd never done anything like this before, but she was ****. With a deep breath, she knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his. She reached out tentatively, her small, delicate hand wrapping around the base of his cock. It was hot and heavy in her grasp, pulsing with the beat of his heart.

Ethan's eyes closed briefly as she touched him, his breath hitching in his throat. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He watched her intently as she leaned in, her soft pink lips parting to take him in her mouth. She was inexperienced, her movements clumsy and unsure, but there was an innocence to her that made his cock throb even more. He could feel the wetness of her mouth, the gentle graze of her teeth as she experimented with his length.

Guiding her with a firm but gentle hand, Ethan showed her how to take him deeper, his hips rocking slightly to meet her mouth. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, driven by a strange mix of desperation and the burning need to satisfy this powerful man. With each stroke of her tongue, he grew more rigid, his grip on her hair tightening.

Amy's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She hated herself for what she was doing, but the feel of the cool cash in her pocket was a siren's call, louder than the voice of reason. Each gag and **** brought her closer to the edge of her own personal hell, yet the promise of a better life whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Ethan's hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer as she took his length deeper into her mouth. His other hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against the wetness of her lips as she worked to please him.

"Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down her spine. It was a term of endearment, but there was something in his tone that spoke of ownership, of dominance. It was a feeling that both repulsed and excited her, a dark thrill that grew stronger with each passing second.

Ethan's breath grew ragged as she bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. He was getting closer, she could feel it. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and his hand in her hair grew more insistent. "Almost there," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Then he opened them, fixing her with a stare that sent a shiver down her spine. "Swallow it," he ordered, his voice tight with need. "Swallow it all, and I'll give you a bonus. Five hundred dollars extra."

Amy nodded, her eyes watering as she felt his cock throb in her mouth. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew that she needed the money. Suddenly she could feels his cock stir up and his hot cum filling her mouth.

Ethan watched as she swallowed his load with a look of shock and determination, his hand still tangled in her hair. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the girl. She had more spirit than most of the women he'd encountered.

With a final twitch, he pulled away, his cock glistening in the dim light. Amy coughed, her eyes watering as she took a deep, gasping breath. He chuckled, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the promised money plus bonus. "Very good," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He pressed the fifteen hundred dollars into her hand, his fingers lingering a moment too long.

Ethan led her to a plush, king-sized bed in a room that was as opulent as the rest of the penthouse. The sheets were silk, the pillows fluffy clouds that promised a night of sweet oblivion. Despite the events of the evening, she was exhausted. As she lay down, he slid in beside her, his warmth enveloping her like a cocoon.

For a moment, she felt a strange sense of peace, the kind that comes only when you're so tired that you've stopped caring about the world outside. She closed her eyes, the scent of his cologne and the feel of his bare skin against hers lulling her into a fitful slumber.

The following morning, the light pierced through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the opulent room. Amy stirred, her body aching from the events of the night. She looked over to find Ethan still sleeping, one arm thrown over her waist, possessive even in his dreams.

With a quiet sigh, she extricated herself from his grasp, sliding out of bed. She searched for her clothes from the previous night, feeling strangely **** as she pulled on her damp, rumpled clothes. The money lay on the nightstand, a silent reminder of the transaction that had taken place.

Ethan's eyes fluttered open as she dressed, watching her with a sleepy, predatory gaze. "You're leaving so soon?" he murmured, his voice thick with disappointment.

Amy nodded, her voice still hoarse from her earlier exertions. "I... I need to go."

Ethan's expression grew contemplative as he sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, exposing his muscular chest. He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek with surprising gentleness. "How about we exchange numbers? Maybe you need some help again in the future."

Amy's stomach twisted at the implication, but she nodded, Ethan scribbled his number on a piece of paper and gave it to her. She felt like a whore, but the money was too tempting. As she took the note from his hand, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that maybe this was the answer to all her problems.