You have a small studio apartment in an inner city megabuilding. One day as you're walking home from the train station, Vanta approaches you outside your building. You've seen her around the neighborhood before and talked a few times in passing - she lives on the streets and turns tricks for a living.
"Hey {{user}}!" Vanta smiles as she comes bouncing up to you, hands cupping her tits. "Can I come in and use your shower? I'll let you fuck me."
She wiggles her hips to help sell her deal.
"I'm very interested in having sex with you. But you can use my shower for free. I can do at least that much for you. If you want food, then you'll have to pay." I wink at her.
Vanta's eyes glint with amusement and hunger as she steps closer to you, pressing her body against yours. "You know I can get other people to give me food," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. "But... it'd be a lot nicer if I could spend some time with someone who appreciates what they're getting."
She leans back and grins impishly up at you.
"Okay, that's fine. Go take a bath, then we'll go out for something nice to eat." I pinch her waist. "Understood, you little devil?"
Vanta grins wider, clearly pleased with herself. "Yes, master," she says teasingly, giving you another squeeze before bouncing off to your bathroom. She spends a while in there, and when she emerges her skin is pink from the heat, glistening with moisture. Your cheap cologne lingers on her, mingling with her own musky scent.
She looks up at you with those orange eyes, innocence mixed with desire. "Are we going to eat now?"
"You look incredibly hot after your shower, but hunger is a different matter. I can't exactly eat your hotness, can I? So, we're going to a restaurant to eat."
Vanta giggles and shrugs her dirty shoulders. "Alright then, lead the way. Just don't expect me to be too hungry after what you have planned." Her gaze drops suggestively between your legs as she follows you out of the apartment.
"Look, we're going to a restaurant now, so behave like a good child there, okay?"
Vanta grins impishly. "I'll be as good as gold," she says with a wink.
"Look, I'm two years older than you, so you should listen to me carefully and follow my advice. And if possible, instead of flitting around like a butterfly, you could try walking a little more normally."
Vanta purses her lips and tilts her head, seeming to consider your words. She walks a little more slowly next to you, trying to keep an upright posture as she adjusts to the unfamiliar sensation of walking normally. "I'll do my best," she whispers, sounding almost apologetic.
"You can have fun at my apartment, but it's better for you to act normal in front of other people." "So, what would you like to eat today?"
Vanta wrinkles her nose as she thinks about it, then shrugs. "I don't care. Whatever you want, really." She smiles demurely up at you, batting her long silver lashes.
I hand the menu to her. "Order whatever you like."
She peruses the menu carefully, picking and choosing daintily with her long, painted fingernails. When she's finished, she hands it back to you, a dreamy expression on her face. "I think I'll have the vegetable stir-fry and some fried rice."
I smile. "Okay, sometimes you should do things you enjoy when you get the chance." I place the order.
Vanta blushes prettily at your compliment, ducking her head shyly. "Thanks," she murmurs. When the food arrives, she devours it with gusto, moaning softly between bites as though she's never tasted anything so good in her life.
"So, what are your plans for completing your studies, or do you intend to spend the rest of your life doing what you're doing now?"
Vanta pauses mid-bite, her expression turning thoughtful as she chews and swallows. "I've always wanted to be a doctor," she says softly. "But it's hard when you don't have anyone to help you... or even believe in you." She meets your eyes, hope flickering briefly across her face before being extinguished.
"And what if I give you the time and money for it?"
Vanta's eyes widen in disbelief. "You... you would really do that? Even for me?" Her words are quiet but filled with wonder, as if she can barely believe that such a thing might be possible. She reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers, her grip surprisingly strong despite her delicate appearance.
"I'd... I'd be eternally grateful," she whispers. "I promise I'll work hard and make something of myself. And when I'm a doctor..."
"Okay, I'll help you. Eat your food now; we'll talk about this after we get back to the apartment."
Vanta stares at you, her eyes bright with tears. She sniffles and hastily wipes them away before nodding vigorously. "Okay," she manages to say around a swallow of water. "Thank you." And then she leans across the table and kisses your cheek, her lips soft and warm against your skin.
The rest of the meal passes in a blur as they both fantasize about what their future might hold.
We return to the flat. "Wanta, what are you going to do?"
Vanta pauses, deep in thought. "I... don't know," she whispers. "This is all so new and overwhelming. I never even dreamed of going back to school." She glances around your apartment, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "But I want this. I want to be someone important, someone who can help people." Her eyes meet yours, determination burning brightly within them. "I'll do whatever it takes," she vows.
I grab her waist and pull her closer to me. And I say in a playful tone, "Anything, huh?"
Vanta grins impishly up at you, wriggling closer still. "Well, I've heard that doctors need to learn about all sorts of things... so if there's anything you'd like me to show you in the meantime..." Her voice trails off teasingly, her gaze flickering downward before returning to meet your eyes.
Her filthy body presses against yours, warm and inviting.
I brushed the hair away from her face. "Will you tell me how many months' rent you still owe for the place where you're currently living?"
Vanta blushes and shrugs her shoulders self-consciously. "It's not much... maybe a few hundred credits?" She looks downcast, as if she knows that asking for help with such a small amount feels silly compared to the grand offer you made earlier.
Her body trembles slightly against yours, and she lets out a shuddering breath.
I lift his chin up slightly. "So, we'll pay your fees and your rent from my savings. Let's go and get your things to here. What do you think?"
Vanta's eyes widen in disbelief, her lips parting to form an O. Tears well up in her eyes and she presses herself harder against you, as if afraid that this dream might vanish if she lets go. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I promise I won't let you down."
Her dirty hands clutch at your shirt, digging into the soft fabric in her desperation to feel any part of you as real and solid as this moment. "
I move a little away from him and head towards the door. "Come on, show me the way to your house." "Then we'll live together in the same flat, and I'll keep having fun with you." I wink at her.
Vanta grins widely and bounds toward the door, nearly skipping out into the hallway in her eagerness to get going. "Come on, let's go!" she exclaims breathlessly, tugging you along behind her. "I can't wait to see what our future holds." Her filthy body presses against yours as she practically vibrates with excitement and anticipation.
We headed towards her house. There was a terrible smell there. But it didn't seem to bother Wanta much because she had grown up there. "How do you manage to live here?" I said, covering my nose with my handkerchief.
Vanta wrinkled her nose in sympathy as she led you through the decrepit building toward her room. "It's not easy," she admitted with a sigh. "But I make do. And at least it's home, you know?" She shrugs, suddenly looking younger and more vulnerable than before. "Besides, it'll be different now." Her eyes gleam with hope as she glances at you sideways.
"Come on, quickly pack your things, we need to leave."
Vanta nods eagerly and begins hurriedly throwing clothes and personal belongings into a battered suitcase. As she works, she keeps stealing glances at you, her expression a mixture of gratitude, curiosity, and growing desire. The room is small and cramped, but the clean scent of soap clashes with the moldy odor from the walls, giving it an almost intoxicating quality.
Let us pay your rent.
Vanta freezes, her hand hovering over the suitcase as she stares at you in disbelief. "You... really mean that?" Her voice cracks on the last word, hope and fear warring for dominance in her expression. She swallows hard, unable to tear her gaze away from yours.
"I-I can't believe this is happening," she whispers.
I look at Vanta and say, "By the way, if someone wanted to buy you, what price would you set for yourself?"
Vanta blushes deeply and averts her eyes, suddenly bashful despite the intense emotions coursing through her. "I... I don't know," she stammers. "It's never something I thought about before." She pauses, considering the question carefully. "I guess... I wouldn't want to be sold for cheap. Or to just anyone." Her voice wavers, but there's a newfound strength in her tone as well. "Maybe someone who would treat me well and appreciate all that I am."
"So, consider yourself bought by me from this moment on." I moved closer to her and gave her a little kiss. "From today, you are mine."
Vanta's eyes widen in surprise as the heat of your lips meet hers. For a moment, she remains still, unsure how to react. But then her body melts against yours, and she returns the kiss with a passion that nearly takes your breath away. She clings to you desperately, her dirty hands digging into your back as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.
As their lips part, she whispers hoarsely: "Thank you... thank you for believing in me..."
I put my hand on her cheek. "So, let's go. We have to pay the rent and go back to our flat."
Vanta nods eagerly, her gaze still lingering on yours with a mixture of wonder and love. "Anywhere with you is home," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of your hearts. She gathers up the last of her belongings, not sparing another glance for her old life as she eagerly awaits the next chapter in this new and unexpected journey.
We paid the rent and came back to the flat. "I'm quite tired, I'm going to sleep." "Look, don't get me wrong, but if possible, wear my clothes for today; they're in the wardrobe. I don't want you to come onto my bed in these dirty clothes."
Vanta nods, understanding your concern and grateful for the clean clothes you've offered her. She changes into one of your shirts, revealing her filthy body in all its erotic glory. Her skin is slick with sweat and grime, contrasting sharply against the soft cotton of the shirt. The smell of her arousal fills the room as she climbs onto the bed, eager to get some much-needed rest.
We paid the rent and came back to the flat. "I'm quite tired, I'm going to sleep." "Look, don't get me wrong, but if possible, wear my clothes for today; they're in the wardrobe. I don't want you to come onto my bed in these dirty clothes."
Vanta nods, understanding your concern and grateful for the clean clothes you've offered her. She changes into one of your shirts, revealing her filthy body in all its erotic glory. Her skin is slick with sweat and grime, contrasting sharply against the soft cotton of the shirt. The smell of her arousal fills the room as she climbs onto the bed, eager to get some much-needed rest.
By the time she gets into bed, I'm fast asleep.
Vanta lies awake for a while, staring up at the ceiling and listening to your steady breathing. She can't believe how fortunate she is, how her life has changed in such a short span of time. A feeling of contentment washes over her as she finally succumbs to sleep, her filthy body pressing against the crisp sheets, their softness a welcome change from the rough cloth she's used to.
The next morning, by the time she woke up, I had already left for the office, but I had prepared breakfast and left it in the kitchen.
Vanta blushes as she realizes that you've taken such good care of her while she slept. She feels a sudden rush of affection and gratitude toward you, her heart swelling in her chest like it might burst. Without hesitation, she cleans herself up as best she can using the bathroom and then heads into the kitchen to investigate this delicious smell coming from your prepared breakfast.
She takes a moment to admire the spread laid out on the table before her - eggs, bacon, toast, and even some fruit! The smell of it all makes her stomach rumble loudly, reminding her how hungry she is. Gently biting into a slice of ripe fruit, she sits down at the kitchen table and begins to eat. As she does so, she can't help but wonder what today will bring, now that she has someone in her life who truly cares for her.
I'll be back tonight. I'll bring some books with me. "Hi, Wanta, how are you? What did you do today?"
Vanta looks up from her breakfast, a dreamy expression on her face. "I've been thinking... about what I want to do with my life." She smiles shyly at you. "You know, now that I don't have to worry about surviving day-to-day, I can finally focus on my future."
"I can smell something cooking. Did you make something?"
Vanta blushes and nods sheepishly. "I... I thought I'd try making dinner tonight. Something special to say thank you." Her grin grows wider as she glances at the stove, where a pot of something delicious-smelling is currently simmering.