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You're barely crawling up the stairs towards your floor when you run into Yeojin.

Not that you could be blamed y'know, work's violating your g-spot in ways that could only be described as mystical and unorthodox. Then you nearly get put in a Final Destination movie because everyone on the road is too busy jerking it vigorously to pay attention to the red light, but you aren't paste. Not yet.

She gives you a small smile when she sees you. You've exchanged standard greetings before.

Regular neighbor stuff, nothing too crazy.

"Long day, huh?" she asks.

You'll save her the long and hard of it, not entirely appropriate to do to a woman closer to a stranger than an acquaintance. Pretty sure the cops will have you for that one proper.

"Sure as hell felt like it." You lean against the railing. "Gosh I'd pay twenty bucks for something fun right now. Get my mind off things."

It's a stupid joke. A joke that slips from your fried brain all the way out your mouth before you can even register it.

Yeojin tilts her head, considering. "Twenty bucks?"

"Yeah, like…" You realize how that sounded. "Wait hold on, I didn't mean it that way."

"Deal."

You blink. "You said what now?"

She puts her bag down on the step, sidling over to you. "You said twenty bucks for something fun, right?"

"I was joking—"

"I'm not," She's right in front of you now, and there's a little smirk on her face, "I'm pretty fun." You can see a cheeky glint in her eyes.

And it's a case of the mouse and the mouse trap, if you look a bit lower (not too much she is pretty small even with the steps functioning as a stool) you can certainly see some thighs you wouldn't mind getting choked out by, distracted. Distracted, can't have that. Back to the important thing.

"Are you being deadass right now?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?" She turns around, bending over the railing and looking back at you over her shoulder. "Well? You're just going to sit there and ogle me? Or are you going to make a wise purchase?"

Your brain takes a frankly embarrassing second to catch up, but you are a money man. A real master who'd put 17 all in on black. So, fuck it. So mote it be.

In no time, your hands are on her hips, sliding to push her skirt up. She's not wearing much underneath, just thin panties that you pull to the side. She arches her back a little, adjusting.

"I can't believe I'm doing this shit," you mutter, mostly to yourself. Is that entirely true? You've gone to places you wouldn't go with a gun for infinitely stupider reasons, twenty bucks and a very hot woman in comparison is a very chill time.

"Hey, you're the one who made the offer," She responds, her voice teasing, testing to see if you'll take the plunge or if you'll get cold feet at the very end. But if there's one thing you'll pride yourself on it's never backing down, never giving up.

You undo your belt, shoving your pants down just enough to free your cock. You're already hard, though whether it's from the ridiculousness of the situation or from the hot ass girl's ass in front of you, you're not entirely sure.

There's a deep breath, rubbing yourself against her slit, getting yourself lubed up in her abundant juices. What was she doing on this stairwell? Just chilling? Or was she trying her luck with whoever came up here? Too many questions, not enough fucking.

You line yourself up and push inside her tight and wet pussy, the angle making you groan. Yeojin is very tight, it's got you in a chokehold that doesn't let go from the second you're inside.

"Fuck."

"Mhm." She grips the railing tighter, pushing back against you. "Come on, you paid for this. It really doesn't feel like you're trying to get your money's worth here."

That almost makes you laugh, but you settle for going harder, fucking her against the stairwell railing. The sound of your hips meeting her ass echoes in the space. You grab onto that cute ass you've been staring at, half tempted to tease but ultimately you just need to pound her cunt until it's dripping down onto the stairs for everyone to question.

She's not loud, just quiet little gasps and moans, but the way she's moving with you shows just how into this she is.

"God, Yeojin—"

"Harder," she says simply, like she's ordering coffee, going about her day.

You listen, gripping her hips tighter and slamming into her. She moans finally, finally breaking that deadpan composure. That spurs you on. Something carnally snapping inside of you, speeding up to the point of no return.

You're not going to last long. Not like this, with this frankly unfairly attractive woman pushing her hips back to meet your thrusts, pussy clenching around you like she's trying to prevent you from pulling back.

"I'm close—"

"Cum inside me," she orders, and she really doesn't have to tell you twice.

You bury yourself deep and cum, groaning as you empty yourself inside her. Ropes upon ropes of your cum jetting into her. She clenches around you, milking every last bit, and for a moment you just stand there, trying to catch your breath.

When you finally pull out, she straightens up, smoothing her skirt back down. Then she holds out her hand, that smirk back on her face.

"Twenty bucks."

You laugh, Mr Motion Money Man yourself has no problem with paying for this, fumbling for your wallet. "Are you fucking serious?"

"A deal's a deal, love."

You hand her the bill and she puts it in her pocket, cleaning herself up until it looks like nothing happened.

"See you around cutie," she says, heading up the stairs.

You can only watch her go.

I wonder what $40 would've gotten me.

She stops, like she's inside your brain (you wish she'd give you brain, maybe that's part of the premium pack.) and smirks, lifting up her skirt. Giving you the beautiful sight of your load dripping onto her inner thighs, that's your magnum opus without a doubt.

"There's still a place you haven't filled, forty bucks and a bit of sugar talk and we could always have some more fun." The proposition in the air is enough for you to choke, you haven't even got your pants up yet.

I'm never going to financially recover from this.

You dart up the stairs.