Rent Pt. 03

Twenty-twenty started strange, and would very quickly get stranger.

After Violet's New Year's Eve surprise blowjob, I didn't see much of her for the next couple of weeks. She was taking every shift she could at work, telling Pete and I one day as she ran out the door, "gotta get ahead of tuition."

I understood that with her classes starting up again soon, it would help Violet out a lot to not have to take as many shifts. She was going into the last couple of semesters before she graduated, and it wasn't any time to stop paying attention, or take her focus off school any more than she had to. It did mean that she gave me a lot of space... too much, really. I was thinking about her more and more, and the times I did see her, I was finding myself desperate to reach out and touch her.

She'd said that Christmas Eve was the best mistake we'd ever make, and I realized that she'd been right. Thinking back to the sex, but also just the little things, like talking with her as we walked home arm-in-arm... I wanted that again. I'd been terrified for a long time after being wrongly accused of rape a few years before, and thankfully cleared in record time, but I had to get over my fear of getting involved with a tenant again, which had led to the whole disaster in the first place. My world was feeling like it was going a little mad with the tension and absence of Violet.

The news was insane too. The orange halfwit down south was constantly doing something stupid around growing fears of a plague, and then his puppeteers were doing something unbelievably evil while everyone was horrified at his stupidity. The world felt like it was starting to spin off its axis. You could feel it in the air. I spent my days as I often did, packing up orders and subscriptions, trying to keep ahead of the week before releases were delivered Wednesday, and then getting things into the mail and delivered by Friday.

It was good work, it kept me moving, kept me paying attention, and it also gave me lots of time to think while I did the menial stuff. Before the holidays, Vi would often come hang out with me before heading out to classes, but now she was usually just saying good morning and heading out after she ate something, often leaving me a meal behind too. Pete, always leaving to get to work at the medical supply warehouse he worked at, was always gone before I was up in the morning. He would often come home and walk around with me as I did drop-offs for local customers.

January just disappeared in a blur, but the other thing in the news finally hit. Covid.

By the start of February, a lot of businesses were closing their doors, there were rumours of states of emergency being declared, and by mid-February, toilet paper was going for exorbitant rates. Violet's classes had gone on hiatus while the school figured out what to do, and every day, she was looking more and more nervous when she headed out to work.

Pete was too. They had him wearing gear at work to deal with pickups by customers, masks and eventually gloves and face shields. It came on fast, but then one day, Violet came home from work and I heard her coughing as she headed upstairs to her room.

It was almost March, and she'd been complaining that they should have closed the club's doors for a while. A few of the girls who had something or someone to fall back on had quit, so she was getting asked to do a lot of shifts. Despite that, the money sucked. There weren't many people going to the club.

I was watching news on my computer while I worked during the days, and the federal government was urging the provinces, mostly run lately by windbags like the yankee-doodle-dumbass, to limit movement, maybe even lockdowns as the Covid numbers rose... it was looking bad.

Pete popped his head into my little dining room workspace as I was pulling an order of vintage comics for a regular.

"Hey man, have you talked to Vi?"

It was his day off, but he'd gotten up to a call to come in to cover the night shift. Too many of the guys he worked with were down sick.

I looked up from the package I was packing and thought about it. "No, I heard her come in last night, but..."

Pete tossed me a mask, one of those medical masks that doctors and dentists wear when they examine you. He'd brought home a couple of boxes and a few others things a week before. "I heard her coughing too. Put this on, we need to check on her."

She was sick. It'd hit her like a freight train, and she could barely raise her head from the pillow.

Pete didn't go into work, and I couldn't go out on deliveries. Within a week, we both had a hard-hitting case of Covid to go along with Violet's.

*

I was down for almost two weeks once it hit me. I'd been trying my best to take care of Violet, bringing her chicken soup I'd made, making sure she got lots of water and ginger ale, all the stuff you're supposed to do when someone's sick. Pete kept his distance.

"Guy wanted a dance, and he coughed right on me," Violet had told us sleepily, her fever burning hotly through her blankets already.

We'd headed downstairs, Pete, his job making him hyper-aware also making him panicky, he swore under his breath. "Fuck. Fuck fuck, what we get for living with a ripper."

"You knew?" I was surprised. Pete had never said anything. Hell, he barely ever said anything about girls he liked, always keeping it under cover, rarely more than the odd one-night-stand a couple of times a year coming through the house on his behalf. He looked at me and shook his head mournfully.

"It didn't exactly take a genius, Dan. Whenever Eva's over they girl talk about customers when they think we can't hear them."

That was true. I'd kind of ignored it since I'd found out, but Eva played the part more than Violet seemed to.

"I'm not complaining, I'm just... fuck."

*

I was the last to drop in the house toward the end of the first week. By the end of my two week bout, Violet had started to bounce back, and was trying her best to take care of us. Pete had it worse than me, childhood asthma coming back to haunt him. Luckily, we were both young enough and healthy enough that it didn't put us in danger... but it didn't stop Pete's mom from calling multiple times every day and bemoaning the 'pernicious, insidious, virus,' at great length.

Violet managed to coax me and Pete both to the big L-shaped couch in the living room, getting us set up at either end with blankets and pillows, tissues, and all the basics, making it a bit easier to bring us food and keep an eye on us. She was coming out of it fast, the twenty-three year old constitution giving her an edge over two guys in their early thirties.

One day, when Pete was in the bathroom, she came in, still pretty much living in her fuzzy housecoat and full pyjamas and bunny slippers. She set about clearing up some plates and an empty bowl of soup I'd had. I reached out and took her hand as she went to check my forehead.

"I'm okay, I think I can probably help out soon," I told her. Violet's big blue eyes examined me, the dark blond eyebrows furrowed across her pretty elfin face.

"You don't have to do that, just get some rest," she protested. "I feel bad enough-"

"Stop," I interrupted, "it's not your fault we all got sick. One of us would bring this home, it was just a bad draw for you." I held her gaze a beat, and something in me fell away, "you and I, Vi, I want to-"

"You stop," she gripped my fingers tightly, almost painfully. Down the hall the toilet flushed.

Violet began to pull away, turning to check the hall. She'd been keeping the distance she'd told me she would, treating me mostly the same as she did Pete... except for little moments like this. I'd caught her checking my forehead with a kiss when both Pete and I had been out cold a couple of times. Caressing my face as she brushed sweaty fever-soaked hair from my eyes. The pandemic was raging, but we still had a fire smouldering between us.

Her eyes softened, "when we're all better."

*

The official lockdown was declared March 23rd, and we were all just barely getting back on our feet when Pete, still a little shaky and prone to wheezing, grabbed me one morning.

"Hey man, my mom is driving me insane. She's calling me non-stop and this whole thing is just really setting off her crazy. I think I might have to go stay with her for a bit."

I looked at him dumbfounded. His mom made him more than insane. She was a hypochondriac and was convinced his job would expose him to disease despite it being only equipment. When we were kids, she'd charged him exorbitant rent from the time he was fifteen and had to get a full-time job until he moved in with me to pay less.

"Really? Don't you think that might be..."

He nodded, rolling his eyes, "oh it'll suck, but I can't expect Tracy to do it, they'd kill each other." True. His sister and mom were a powder keg and a match at the best of times. "I'll keep my room here and pay you still, I'm gonna be working, and I'll need to come home after a few months of my mom, I'm sure, but yeah, I just need to take care of her while this is going on." He shrugged, raising his hands to his shoulders. "I mean, how the fuck long can this go on? Three? Six months?"

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Pete packed up mostly clothes and headed to his mom's place a couple of days later. Neither Violet or I loved the idea, but we both understood. Family was what it was, crazy or not.

For my brother, that seemed to mean rage-posting all over social media about the government controlling him, and burning masks, or whatever other thing was representing some kind of abuse to him. It was lunatic behaviour by a petulant asshole who was just mad at the world, but there was an awful lot of that going around. Social media was a never ending string of posts about people having meltdowns for having to follow rules at grocery stores.

I tried to not watch too much of the television, though. It was depressing. My business was quiet too, so I ended up spending a lot of time reading and playing video games. Violet spent the time attending her classes online and filling out any assistance forms she could for programs the government was offering. We were avoiding each other while still in the same house. She stayed in her room for the most part.

One night, I was eating a bowl of chili that I'd made just before Pete left, looking at a surprising number of orders on my store site and a few emails about collections that were being sold when Violet came into the kitchen.

"Hey, can we talk a sec," she asked, clearly nervous. It was the first of the month, and I'd noticed that the usual rent and expenses payment hadn't come through from her.

"Yeah, of course." I motioned to a chair. I was hoping this might be a good conversation about she and I, but by her obvious nervousness... I was getting a bad feeling. "What's up?"

Violet sat down across from me. "So, uh, do you remember that lawsuit? From my ex?"

I thought back to the night I'd seen her on stage. I hadn't thought about the suit in ages. "Oh man, yeah. I guess so. That was months ago?"

She nodded. "Yeah, and it wasn't going to be an issue, but basically, I did have to pay him some money, which would have been okay even with the fees..."

It was dawning on me what was happening. "But then you had your tuition, right?"

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Uh-huh, and it wasn't good at the club the last couple of months, and because of the way they set up the pay structure and the business is closed, I'm out of work now, and the pandemic assistance looks like it'll be the bare minimum for me..."

I pressed a hand to my face. "Shit, how broke are you, Violet?"

Tears streamed down her face, and she held up her phone, showing me her balance.

"I can just barely cover half."

I sighed and sat back in my chair.

"Okay. Okay. We can figure this out."

She reached across to me and grabbed my hand. "Would it help if I told you that I get your whole worry about dating a tenant, now?"

I laughed.

"Well, this is kinda unprecedented." I thought for a minute. "Okay." I looked at the beautiful young woman that had so captured me since she'd moved in, knowing I couldn't throw her out on the street.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do; I'm calling this month a wash, we can put it against your deposit once it's all said and done. I can give you a break, but don't worry about this month's rent for now. Just focus on figuring out what you can do to earn some money."

Violet grabbed my hand she already held with her other, and gripped me tightly. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Danny. I don't mean to put you in a weird spot because there's something between us."

I shook my head and leaned forward. "It's okay. Honestly. I wouldn't throw you out after just a month no matter who you were. Especially now."

It was true too. She wasn't the first tenant to hit a rough patch. The guy who'd been in her room before her had been three months behind before he got a new job and caught up after being laid off.

"Let me do the cooking and cleaning this month. I'll still pay you back, but just to make up for it."

She was looking so relieved that I couldn't help but laugh. "Like interest?"

Violet shrugged, "yeah."

"Okay," I agreed. "That'd be a big help. I'm starting to get a lot of orders and people asking about selling collections at the shop, and I think it's going to be busy. It'd be great to not have to worry about that stuff." I sighed. "Do you have any ideas about what you could do for cash?"

Violet let go of my hands and threw her hands up. "Maybe? It's weird out there. I applied for some online temp jobs as a student, but I don't really think 'exotic dancer' will be a good reference. I have a couple other ideas too if need be. Girls I work with have made money online with cam shows, but I never wanted to."

Nodding, I got up and took my bowl to the sink, "wow, uh, are you comfortable with that?"

"I'd wear a mask, but it's no worse than dancing."Violet watched me put the dish in the washer silently, holding her hands in her lap. "Danny, you have to swear not to watch it, okay?"

I turned to look at her, leaning back on the counter. "Oh man, I... yeah, I swear."

Staring at her hands, Violet let out a long, nervous breath. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. I'm sorry I've been kind of a bitch lately."

"Hey, it's on me, you were really clear and-"

Violet cut me off, looking up, eyes wide again. "What if it doesn't work out? What if I'm broke next month too?"

"I don't know, we'll have to figure something out."

It was a conversation I really didn't want to have. I knew I wouldn't be able to throw her out, but I couldn't imagine Violet leaving.

She stood, "I guess I can always be your sex slave," and smiled goofily, reddening at the silent shock on my face and looked at the floor.

"Sorry," she blurted, "fuck, I'm sorry, wrong thing to say."

I was so shocked, I couldn't muster anything to say as she zipped away.

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After how things went in the kitchen, I gave Vi as much space as I could through the month. It was awkward enough, she didn't need me bugging her about rent. I was busy, digging through my backlog of comics to put them on the site, my back issues going faster than I could post them sometimes.

New comics were on a hold while people figured out how to operate, and that meant collectors were going back to the well. Along with the stock moving, prices were starting to rise with demand. Books I'd been selling for a couple of bucks a year before were going for five, sometimes ten dollars.

It was great, but it would mean even my heavy backlog might get winnowed down quickly, and with lockdowns, visiting folks selling collections got complicated. That meant working out tentative deals with just pictures and descriptions, gauging their honesty... I was busy.

Violet was good to her word though, she was always cleaning a room between classes, prepping meals, and slowly, over the month, we seemed to start finding our way back to being friends again. I was afraid I'd missed any chance with Violet because of the circumstances, but she seemed to have some hope about the streaming. She didn't tell me much, but I heard her talking dirty a few times while she streamed, heard a slap on the ass, and immediately put on headphones.

I didn't need to hear that. It's just make me crazy. It was hard enough to keep my eyes off Violet. Being alone with her in the house every day was just making it worse, but she seemed like she was fine, forgetting our Christmas tryst and what had been teased.

Most evenings, Pete would join us over a video call and we'd chat over dinner, or sometimes a movie. It wasn't quite the cooler that his actual presence would be, but it helped.

Still... May was coming fast, and as the month wound down, I could tell Violet was stressing. We were back at the kitchen table, about the only place we hung out now, and she looked worried as she picked at a plate of chicken parmesan she'd made expertly.

"Vi, you're worrying me, what's going on?"

She stabbed at her food. "I got turned down for stimulus money and social assistance because of my mom's estate. She put it in my name when she moved into assisted living last year so she'd get more benefits. Not that I can access it because of her bullshit."

That wasn't good. It wasn't a ton of money, but it would've helped.

"Where does that leave you for the month," I asked hesitantly.

She hung her head. "Unless some seriously horny guys subscribe to my stream, I'm screwed. There's a ton of competition now, so I'm not getting the interest I thought I would."

I listened silently and Vi looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "The girls getting followers and donations are willing to do things on camera that I'm not... they... they're not wearing masks." A shuddering sob rocked her. "I'm so sorry, Dan, I'm not going to make even the bills this month."

Violet began to cry, full-on crying, tears streaming down her face in rivers. She kept apologizing between sobs, clearly terrified. I couldn't help it. I stood up, walked over to her and knelt down at her knees.

"Vi, I swear I'm not going to kick you out."

She wrapped her arms around me and cried, "but I'm going to end up owing you so much money! Isn't this hurting you?"

Wrapping my arms tightly around her small frame, I pressed my cheek to hers, the scent of her body, the fresh-washed, lightly perfumed smell of her filled my senses and I could see her strutting across stage in my mind, sexy Satin.

"I can float us a little longer, you just have to keep at it. Find a job," I shook my head, "don't do anything you regret for your stream, but maybe it'll pick up?"

She nodded into my neck. "I'm trying to get something from my mom's estate, I swear I'll pay you if I do."

Pulling back from Violet, I put a hand to her cheek, "okay, it's gonna work out, okay?"

She held her face close to mine, "okay. I swear I'm not scamming you, I'm not like that. You know that right?"

Our lips were a whisper apart, and her fingers slipped along the hair at the nape of my neck. "I know that, Vi. In fact," I inhaled, tasting her breath on mine, "when this is sorted out, I'm asking you out on a date. A real date."

Her lips pressed to mine, the pressure building, her tongue flicking against my lips.

The ringtone of doom buzzed from her pocket.

"Your mom is calling," I whispered to her.

Regretfully, we broke away from each other and Vi took the call.

We didn't get back to that kiss, but every single meal that month was an epic one, and my house was cleaner than it had ever been. Violet smiled at me like a shy schoolgirl every time she caught me looking.

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May was winding down and I was getting worried. Violet was starting to get that same slightly feral look she'd had at the end of April, and I knew damn well she wasn't going to make rent. I'd heard her on the phone with Eva complaining about it, she'd had to miss a few stream times because of schoolwork, and she wasn't getting subscribers. It'd been stuck in my head all day, and a stupid plan occurred to me as I pulled into the driveway with a car full of long comic boxes I'd just picked up from the porch of a guy who lived in Forest Hill. It had taken a month and ton of pictures, but we'd agreed to a price on his collection that was going to net me a nice profit.

It didn't take much to find the stream, I knew she'd used her stripper name and bought a selection of cutesy black and sequinned animal masks, favouring one that was a cat. 'Satin Pussyyy' took all of five minutes to find one day after I got home from sending a stack of packages. I did my best to keep my word, signing up for the lowest tier without looking at any of the preview videos.

I couldn't help but stop on one of Violet as Satin posed kneeling, perfect tits out as she slipped her panties down her thighs and began to slip her fingers in and out of herself.

"My sugardaddy loves it when I play with my pussy," the recording of Satin Pussyyy told me. "Do you want to see how I tease him?"

I did want to see, very much in fact. I heard movement upstairs, and snapped off the volume on the computer, closing the window.

It was May 28th, the first was a Tuesday. I typed in the amount with a message, frowning hard to myself as I read the demands her fans made of her. I typed a message and the number and hit send.

*

Two days later, I was at the kitchen table having some cereal. Violet hadn't gotten up before me, which was odd, but with exams and papers due, I figured she'd been up late getting those done. I could make cereal for myself and be happy with it.

She hadn't said anything about rent or what I'd done on her stream account, so I was hoping I'd gotten away with it. Violet walked into the kitchen in her big fuzzy robe and sat down across from me, phone in hand. She'd left her tangled blonde locks loose, letting them fall over her shoulder and into the neck of the robe.

"You promised me."

Knowing I was caught, I tried to plead good intentions, "Vi, I didn't look at the site except to-"

She held up a screen, my comment scrolled into the centre as she played with herself in the video, telling the viewer that she wanted to get them hot just like her sugardaddy. "You wrote that, didn't you? 'You're the most beautiful girl in the world.'?"

With nowhere to go. I put my spoon down and exhaled. "Yeah, I... look, I just wanted to help, and this came up after. I didn't mean to see it."

"That's right between 'show us your daddy's cum dripping out, whore,' and 'I'll deck you down better than that faget.' You tipped me exactly what I owe you for this month's rent, which I'm pretty sure you know I don't have. I have a little more than last month, but still not enough."

God, but she was pissed. Her eyes were ablaze with a cold light, and she stared daggers at me as she tapped her phone to show me the balance. She was doing better this month. Honestly, if she'd given me what she had, about half, I'd be happy. But still.

"I just..." fuck I'd messed up, "I just didn't want you to fall further behind and be so upset and sad, Vi. I thought it was anonymous."

She put the phone down and crossed her arms. "Really? Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out? I'm giving you that money back."

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry that I tried to help like that," I said, exhausted by the whole thing. "I'm not kicking you out, even if you can't pay me this month. Or next. Or the next. Can we please just stop with this being a whole thing? I'm sorry."

We were both silent for a moment, me exhausted and guilty, Violet still visibly angry at me, stewing with a steely glare as I stood to rinse my dish.

"You promised me," she said simply.

Sagging shoulders feeling like they'd tear off my body and fall to the floor, I turned to her, leaning against the counter.

"It came up for just a second after I made the donation. I swear I didn't look at the rest of the site. Just that one video played, Violet... just for a few seconds." I sighed and motioned to her. "You were so hot in it, and the way you were talking was..." I thought back, smiling, "it was different words, I get it, but it reminded me of the night we were together at Christmas," and then something took me over and the words spilled out. "I'm alone in a house with you every day and we can't go anywhere and I'm crazy about you and all I want to do is touch you and be with you, but of course the kind of thing I've been scared of has happened and you can't pay your rent, but I'll never kick you out, and I can tell it's a huge worry for you and fuck's sake Vi, I just watched it for a few moments because I want you so so bad it feels like my heart is tearing out of my chest, but I'm sorry I broke my promise. I am sorry."

She stared at me, mouth slightly open, her eyes still wide, but the look on her face softening as her lips met, opening again as if she was about to speak, until finally.

"Your timing sucks, Danny." I slumped and stared at the floor as my belly filled with a horrible burning embarrassment as I waited to hear her tell me that she didn't want me anymore. "But this is all I have left to offer. Please look at me."

I lifted my gaze to see Violet standing in front of me, just three feet across the kitchen at the end of the long wooden farmhouse table, robe open, her pert C-cups out, nipples erected and pointing up to me, not a stitch on her, thong panties crumpled at her feet. She'd let her pubic hair grow in a tiny bit without access to a regular wax, just a faint shade of sandy blonde hair across the top of her pouting pussy lips. She was still frowning, but not so strongly as before, her stare serious as her hips moved gently under the heavy fabric at her sides.

"As long as I can't pay my rent, I cook, I clean... and I'll be your girl."

"My 'girl," I asked foolishly. "Like I'd be your..," I inhaled and tried to not sound excited. "Like a sugardaddy thing?"

"No," Violet moved restlessly, pressing her backside to the table, "like a, uh... a kept girl, I guess."

"That's a sugarbaby, Violet," I whispered. "Are you really proposing that you cover your rent and utilities with sex?"

She let her legs fall open slightly, leaning back on the table, showing me the slightly open lips of her pussy. "If we can call it something a little classier... yes." Violet pinched one of her nipples, then the whole breast, watching me, watching the bulge in my pants.

"A lot of sex, Dan." She sucked a finger, wetting it with her mouth, making me recall every excruciatingly pleasurable moment of the blowjobs she'd given me.

"As much sex as you want, Danny," Violet's finger found its way to her pussy, slipping between her lips, slipping into her little hole, "whenever you want me, Danny, however you want me."

My mouth watered, and my cock stood to attention, fighting against my jeans. "My concubine."

Violet nodded, raising a hand as I stepped toward her.

"You're going to sign something, though. Three rules. Okay?"

"Fine," I told her, one pointed finger collapsing to a palm against my chest as I stepped toward her.

"Rule number one," Violet began, licking her lips in anticipation, "I'm not a whore. You can't share me. I'm only for you."

I ran my hand along her arm, catching her elbow to collapse it as I stepped into her, running my other hand along her toned belly. "Agreed."

Violet inhaled sharply as I pushed the robe off one of her shoulders to further expose her to me, turning her head to watch the fabric fall away and arched her back to thrust her youthful breasts into my hands, "two; no hurting me. You know I like it a little-"

"You like it vigorous, I know," I interrupted as I caressed her breasts.

"Yeah, exactly," she agreed. "You can spank me, you can tie my wrists loosely, you can even put a finger in my ass, but no BDSM or violence. If you get to put it in my butt, I offered because you're so fucking good to me. You get violent or hurt me, I'm gone and owe you nothing.

"One-hundred percent agreed," I told her. She popped my belt and my fly. My pants and boxers fell to the floor with a thud, and I stepped out of them, pushing my bouncing harden against her warm belly as she spread wide for me and stroked my rod. "What's the last one?"

Violet pressed her hands to my chest as I bent her slightly backward over the table, grabbing her ass with both hands to lift her to the edge. The glistening dampness of her pussy inviting me in as my cock slipped bouncing along her entrance. "You have to let me be for class. I need to graduate. You can never make me late for class, you can't have me during class, and you have to let me have time to finish schoolwork."

Perched on the edge of the table, I grabbed one of her tits and sucked the nipple hard, letting my teeth rasp against the nub as I played with my cock in her entrance, rubbing it up and down, gathering her wetness as she sighed at my touch.

"Agreed," I told her, and pushed into her heavenly pussy, wrapping my cock in her tight slickness, lighting my nerves on fire with lust as her slick wetness wrapped around my shaft her soft walls rippled around my rod.

"Uhn! Yess, ohhhh," Violet went rigid as I took her in one deep stroke, opening her legs to allow me in, her ass pressed hard to the rounded table edge, robe open and tangled already as I mauled her pert tits. "Ahh, ohhh take your pussy, baby, make it yours," she hissed.

I began pumping into her deep, pressing up to push her legs open with each thrust as I pulled her firm little bubble butt toward my hips. Goddamn she felt like heaven, panting into my ear, I wanted to really rail her, and raised one of her legs, holding it up over my elbow and pushed her back as I pounded into her. The table began to bump agains the wall and I could feel my balls boiling as they slapped into her cheeks as Vi stuttered lurid encouragement.

"I have some rules for you, Vi," I growled, grabbing her by the small of her back to arch her hips. The pressure of her cock-sleeve increased on me tenfold and she gasped and sighed loudly at my increasing pace. "One," I began, "you're on the pill. I ride bareback only."

Slender arms wrapped around my necks and Violet let her head hang back limp as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of my thrusts, sighing as I ground myself into her pleasure buttons

"Yes, right there! Mmmm, no saddle for my stallion, right there Danny!"

"Two," I was lifting her by the small of the back slightly with each thrust, pulling her tight belly toward me as I bent to lick her neck and she began to shudder, "you're moving into my bed. If you're mine, we're keeping each other warm at night."

Violet's fingers dug into my shoulder and my neck, pulling her face to mine and she came, "ouuuaaahh-uhhh-ha-haaaaagod yes! Sleep with youaahhhhhhhhhh!"

I kept at her steadily, riding through the hard clampdown of the grasp of her spasming pussy. I was gritting my teeth and trying to recite the members of super-teams in my head to hold on even a minute longer.

Violet was riding my cock back now, her hips arcing along the length of my shaft in fast movement as she stuttered out a sigh of ecstasy, finally going limp and letting her shoulders meet the table, pretty pink lips twisted in a sigh of ecstasy as she shuddered on my cock and squeezed it.

Pulling at my arms, Violet dragged me to her and began to kiss me, licking my chin and breathing into my ears, "give me your cum.... give it to me hard, I need it deep."

I slapped my hips against her pelvis, slamming my shaft up her all the way and raised a knee to the table for leverage, feeling like a god as Vi yelped and nodded, a filthy whore smile on her face. "Ah! Hard and steady, like th-uh uh uh!"

The table was slamming into the wall with every thrust, and Violet's little body was sliding up the surface of the smooth wood as my cock plunged into her over and over. She held me to her tight, crossing her calves over my back and traded kisses with me as she chanted. "Break me in... claim my little pussy... like a wild stallion...."

My cock swelled in her sloppy cunny, her walls stretching for me as my cum built to an explosion, legs shaking as I pressed deep into Violet, the weight of my body pressed into her pelvis, pushing her open as something inside parted across the head of my cock, bathing me in a wash of her wetness. Violet's eyes went wide and lost focus as a silent wail of passion twisted her mouth open into a wide smile.

"Uuuh-huhng-uhh-uhhh," I panted as it hit, "oh holy fuckinshit, Vi," I gasped as it built to my climax and ground hard into her again.

I burst without any deeper place to thrust, my pelvis soaked with Violet as she wailed at the explosion of heat inside of her as the first rope of cum splattered unmercifully inside of her, that walls of her pussy contracting to a vice around my shaft, her head pressed to my chest as she shook on my lancing manhood.

Violet's slender body was flushed and dewy with sweat, legs open wide, thighs pressed to the tabletop to accommodate my aggressive rooting in her, mouth open, eyes rolled back as she shook, broken as her body quaked from her core.

Hands found my back, nails digging into me and pulling me to Violet from my triumphant roar as I'd cum. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped even as I let loose another flood of semen into her womanhood. The hands on my back had slid up to my neck and her mouth worked silently as she pulled me to it.

A third and fourth spasm hit me and I found myself grabbing the back of Vi's head and growling happily as I pushed against her one more time, her long 'ahhhhhh' of pleasure as my last ropes of cum filled her past capacity and overflowed from her and I shoved my tongue down her throat.

Violet was barely moving now, my cock still in her as we slowly cooled down. Still on the table spread open beneath me, eyes closed, a faint little smile of her face as I slowly began to soften, kissing her face and licking the sweat from her brow and jaw.

Finally, she stirred as I slipped back from her, standing at the edge of the table to look at the mess I'd made of my beautiful little stripper tenant. "Mmm, Danny...."

Suddenly worried I had been too rough, I felt panic rise in me, "are you okay, Vi?"

She slipped a hand to her pussy, bright red, beaten and soaked with her foamy juices and my dripping cum. She gingerly touched her clit and pursed her lips.

"Oooo, oh Danny, I'm better than alright." Finally, she opened her eyes and lifted her head, legs extending off the table as her heavenly gate between her legs closed. "That was... oh my god, daddy, you got to places I didn't know I had."

I squirmed at the 'daddy,' and Violet saw it right away.

"Not 'daddy?"

"No, it, uh, it's always kind of creeped me out. Didn't exactly have the world's best dad in this house. Used to tune me up pretty regularly."

Violet stood and leapt up to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and I instinctively grabbed her bouncy ass to hold her tight to me. "My stepdad too. I'll think of something better," she promised.

A buzzing alarm went off to 'Cat scratch fever', and Violet dropped from me, pulling her phone out of the robe pocket. "Oh shit, I have my stream in like five minutes!"

She looked at herself, sweaty, dripping thick globs of cum, visibly wrecked from being taken hard and dicked in a frenzy of lust. Violet was swearing a steady stream of 'shit shit shit,' when I grabbed her arm. She turned to look at me questioningly.

"Just show them what we did, Vi. Show them me slipping out of you, and lick it off your fingers. Tell them how we fucked while you play with yourself."

Violet brightened with the realization that she had everything she needed, and she threw herself to me again, kissing me forcefully before she bounced back to the floor and pulled the robe over her exposed shoulders and breasts. "I have class at six, but I'll be done my stream in forty-five and I'm gonna have a shower before I start dinner."

"I'll see you in the shower," I told her to a sultry smile in response before she dashed off upstairs.

I waited until she was running up the stairs to her room, and collapsed into one of the chairs at the table. A freeuse stripper girlfriend.

I'd come up in the world.

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I prepped orders while I tried to not think about Violet on her stream, but it was impossible. I finally popped my phone out of my pocket and opened the app to have a quick peek.

Displaying my oozing cum, she was wearing her little kitty mask, laying back on her bed as she told her audience how her man had taken her like the good little toy she was.

"When I'm done showing off my cummy little pussy to you, we're going to have a shower, and I'll get him all soapy and clean," she teased her audience. "Get these titties all sudsy.... I'm gonna worship the big stallion cock," her fingers plunged into her snatch, a loud squishy glob of cum welling around her fingers as she worked herself, "mmm I hope he bends me over and forces that big bull back up my little snatch... ooooo."

I had to turn it off. I was so hard that I was about to lose control. It took a massive force of will, but I put the phone down and did my best to focus on work for a while. I tried. I really tried, but Violet's body, and her deal echoed in my mind. She was mine now.

I picked up my phone and opened the app again to be greeted by Violet on her knees, baring her pussy to the camera. A buzzing toy vibrated in her as she waggled her round ass at the camera, legs slightly spread. She was whining and moaning as if she was cumming, but I could tell it was fake.

Violet went quiet when she actually came.

*

She'd opened her door singing that it was time for a shower, and I'd been there already, hard and naked. She was still wearing her Satin Pussyy mask.

"Worship it."

Without a word, Violet lead me by the cock to her bed, pressing me to sit at the edge as she wound her hips back and forth, kneeling between my knees.

"Someone's gotten it in today," she teased.

I pushed the mask up her face, revealing the heartbreaking beauty beneath as she licked in slow, wet, laps.

"Gonna get some more once you warm me up."

Violet smiled devilishly as she set to work.

*

The shower started after Violet had pressed her perfect melon Cs to my cock and crushed them around my shaft, kissing my tip as she slid her torso up and down my prick.

"Do you want to cum on my tits, baby? Or should I suck you some more," Vi asked, a look of obvious desire creeping across her face, suck you until you burst in my mouth?"

Taking her by the hand, I stood, pulling Violet to her feet. "I want to get into that shower with you just like you said in your video. We can get nice and clean, and then I'll bend you over."

Violet bit her lips and smiled, "you're bad for watching... but I really do want to have sex in the shower..." I'd grabbed her by the ass and pressed my thigh between her legs. She looked up at me from under her brow as she cupped her pretty breasts.. "Do you want to get me all soapy and wet?"

*

"Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Ahgawwwwd!"

Violet was wailing, her hips held tightly in my hands, turned up so I could drive my cock downward to penetrate deep into her cock box.

"That's right, Vi, squeeze me tight, show me how you take your man!"

Still, she was up on her tip-toes and pressing herself back from the wall of the shower to meet each thrust with loud, wet, slaps as the hot water poured onto us. As she came down from her orgasm, she began to slip.

"Hold me up, Danny, let me have your cum, please let me have it!"

I filled her then and there. The day had turned into an impossible sexual fantasy, and I could barely hold myself back, pulling Violet to me and mauling her bouncing slippery tits as the water poured onto us, I spilled into her.

The hot water was starting to flag by the time we stopped panting, pressed tightly together under the shower stream, making out like a pair of drunk teens. Violet was shaking, trembling across her body.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?"

She shook her head, "no baby, no," her bright eyes flashed at me, "if we go again later, maybe go easy on me, but no, that was so hot, you made me feel so good. It was just a workout."

"Okay, I got it," I bent to kiss her again, running my hands up her back, "nice and easy later."

A happy nod, and Violet pushed me back, "now get out, I have to clean up your mess and I need to keep some stuff mysterious."

I stepped out of the shower, looking back to see Violet holding the second hand-held shower head. She shooed me with her free hand.

"I have class soon, but I'll come down and put dinner in to warm up first," she called as toweled off in her bedroom.

"I'll do it," I called back, "you're tight on time because of me," I responded, and headed downstairs to get dressed.

*

It was getting late, and we sat on the couch watching a show after a late dinner. Violet took my plate and sat it on the coffee table along with hers, grabbing the remote and pausing the show were streaming.

"I need to talk to you a sec."

I'd turned to her and was a little bemused. I'd been enjoying the show, and we'd already had a big talk today. Sure, we'd gone at it like rabbits too, but it had been a big talk.

"Okay," I drawled, knowing I sounded unsure. "What do we need to talk about?" Realizing I was mostly worried she was backing out of the deal, I tried to check myself.

Vi grabbed something from her back pocket and unfolded it. "This is a draft of our contract."

I accepted the paper from her and gave it a look. The deal she'd described was there. She even called herself my concubine. Her three rules were there, my two, and a stipulation that any point could be updated and amended by mutual agreement. It also stipulated that only the current back rent and expenses I owed her had to be paid back.

I looked up at her after giving it a read, "I don't know that this is legally binding. I'm pretty sure the deal itself isn't-"

"Danny, it's just between us, but I want you to sign it, me too, so we both know. I've made a couple of mistakes with guys, and I believe you are a really good nice guy, but I just need this to feel comfortable."

I nodded, she was giving me herself pretty completely in this deal. "Okay, I'll sign it, that's fine. I just... do you think I'd get off on hurting you?"

She grabbed my knees, scooting close to me on the couch. "No! No, I really don't, but my last boyfriend basically wanted this kind of deal but with the money I was making, and he started to hurt me sometimes... then most of the time."

I stared at her dumbfounded. "Jesus Christ, Violet."

She shrugged. "It sucked, I got out." She pointed to the line about debts owed to me. "That's because of my uni boyfriend. We met at a party, and he's the guy that sued me. We had a place, he made me quit my job dancing... when we broke up he tried to get money from me saying that I owed him even though he'd promised he'd cover everything. I had nothing in writing. There goes most of my savings."

"Right. Okay. Just hold on one sec. Vi, are you sure about this? It sounds like-"

She pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me hard. "Shut up," she ordered me, slipping her tongue between my lips. "I'm sure about you as I can be, okay? I've made my mistakes. I'm not some damaged strung-out peeler. I just want to do this so you and I can be done with the business of it. I know it's not a legal document, but it's our agreement. Right?"

I pulled her into my lap, and Violet pressed her side to my chest, laying her head on my shoulder. "Okay, Violet. If this will make you feel safe, it's fine with me. There's no weird fine print."

We both knew there was. Obviously, she had a past I wasn't aware of. I had a past too, and she was aware of it, but it hung over me. It seemed fair. I grabbed a pen from the coffee table and signed next to her signature.

"I'll give you a copy tomorrow?"

Kissing her deeply, holding my mouth to hers, letting our lips slide into each other, I slid my hand to her belly, exploring the soft contours of her skin with my fingers, tracing the ridge of her curved hips.

"I didn't know you could get sexy contracts notarized that fast," I teased. Violet grabbed my neck and stole another lazy, slow, kiss.

"Don't make fun," she protested, rolling to her back across my chest laughing as I tickled her hips, "and don't tickle!"

"Not in the rules," I mused as I slipped my fingers under her pants, popping the fly to find a cotton waistband, pushing further to find the puffy, swollen lips of her pussy. "Relax and let me play with you."

Violet made a satisfied 'mmmm' as I found my way to her groin, slipping as gently as I could into her with one finger and slowly I tickling her sex with two others.

"Ohh and he's good with his fingers..." Violet grinned, her lips twisting to an 'O' of pleasure as I held her hips to mine and slowly worked her up. "Do you want to play?"

"Let me know what you like, Vi. I want to know what makes you purr."

Violet squirmed, opening her legs to let me get access, pressing her shoulders into my chest and her head back to the crook of my neck to cuddle into me.

"Mmmh, I like two fingers in me, Danny, and nipple play... mm-hmm, just like that..."

It didn't take long to have her moaning and cooing.