In Debt To The Mafia!

Elyse Bouvier had just stepped out of the shower and was wrapped only in a pink towel when a pounding at the front door brought her to a halt in the living room.

'Well, I'm not going to answer the door like this!' The young brunette decided. She quickly made her way toward her bedroom, but someone suddenly called out to her from the open window, "Wait right there!"

With a gasp, she looked down and studied her beautiful body to ensure that her towel was secure. Recognizing the well-dressed man outside on her lawn, she approached the window.

"Already thinking about bailing on us?"

"No, no!" Elyse said, "Of course not...but, as you can see..."

"Oh, I can see..." he said with a leering look.

Elyse couldn't help but blush.

"Look, I'll make this quick for ya," he continued, "The boss needs that Seven-fifty by Friday or else it doubles."

"Okay, okay..."

"You can also come down and possibly renegotiate the deal...or..."

"Or...?"

"Or perhaps..." He hesitated, "Look, I know it's tough for ya, kid. Maybe I can help you out. Just, umm, don't let it double okay? You would regret that, and, well, so would I. I don't want to have to come down here and hurt you or anything like that, you know?"

"I promise I will have that money..."

"Okay...good. My name is Ronny. Perhaps, umm, you'll be giving me a call. I'll straighten you out."

Ronny pulled out a card from his pocket. "I'm leaving this right here on your porch. Don't forget."

Then just like that, he walked away, and suddenly it was a quiet peaceful day all over again.

'Where am I going to get $750 by Friday?' thought Elyse as she walked down the hall to her bedroom with cheeks still flushed.

In her bedroom, she stepped in front of the mirror. Letting her towel drop, she grabbed a pink set of underwear with floral mesh design and slid on those panties and fastened her bra so rapidly as if Ronny was still looming around the house and could spring inside any moment.

She pulled up her dark blue denim mini skirt, and then slipped into her orange striped summer top, which did nice for her 34d rack. Revealing ample cleavage, she smiled at herself as she pushed her tits together. With curler and spray, she swept her beautiful wavy hair backwards, keeping her beautifully shaped forehead free of dramatic bangs. Just eighteen years old, and she was gorgeous. She stepped into a pair of white sandals and approached her bedside window.

It was Saturday, and she had less than a week to get the money. She shook her head with a smile. 'Why did I have to go and get myself involved with the mafia?' She reasoned that with so little time, she would have to go through some extremes to get the money, but she had little doubt that it would be too difficult. After all, she was a beautiful teenage girl, and everyone liked her.

A torn open box of birth control pills laid before her on the bedside counter. She had tried to use them, but couldn't due to a serious allergic reaction. This has pretty much stymied her sex life to a regime of oral sex and handjobs. There are condoms, but often the guys just complain and she worries about their overall effectiveness. There's been a few guys she just could not resist, but she'll often be heard saying, "You know, there's that one percent chance and I am way too young to be a mother!"

Anyways, she plans on going to extremes this week, but not that as to get fucked by everyone on the block.

Leaving her bedroom, she stepped into her living room and looked around. Nothing. Nothing more she can sell. She had already sold everything of valuable to settle the rent.

"Well, here I go."

Stepping out, she closed the door and locked it. The air smells fresh today. She bent down to pick up Ronny's card that was lying there. Looking up as she pocketed it, she screamed in surprise as her neighbor Joey (A 31 year old bachelor whom she has twice caught prowling about and peeking through her windows, the creep!) was standing right there getting an unholy eyeful of her busty cleavage.

Elyse curled back in embarrassment.
"Oh...! Hi..."

"My, my," he said with a whistle, "You look fine today! Who you off to see? Didn't think the clubs open this early."

Elyse looked at him with a pert smile. Joey has been throwing his money around a lot, especially lately. It Seems like every week that a delivery crew is wheeling up some valuable piece of furniture across his pavement. 'If I'm going to start somewhere, I guess there is no better place,' she reasoned, locking her pure round eyes onto his. 'But,' she deliberated, 'Joey is dirty, lives way too close to me, and...I can do waaayy better.'

Suddenly making her decision, she answers: