Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Christina "Tina" Johnson was struggling with the door to her apartment. She had to place her shopping bags on the floor so she could open the door.
She was blissfully unaware that her pink panties were visible through her stretched white yoga pants and her cropped t-shirt was revealing plenty of skin and underboob. The bottoms of her 34DD breasts were perky and her nipples were poking out of the shirt. She was tall at 5'8" and her legs always caught the boy's attention.
"Christina! Christina! I need to talk to you!" She heard a man shout behind her. She recognized the accent immediately. It belonged to Mr. Kumar, the landlord.
Tina grimaced as she faced the door but turned with a smile to hide her annoyed expression. Mr. Kumar was an older Indian man. She guessed he was at least mid fifties from his general appearance. She hated the way he ogled her body whenever he talked to her but today she was dreading the interaction for other reasons.
"Hello Mr. Kumar. How lovely to see you?" Tina announced.
"Don't tell me all of that 'lovely to see you'. It would be lovely to see my money. I know you avoid me when I knock on the door. I want you out!" Mr. Kumar had anger and Tina knew she had to placate it or she would be homeless.
At the age of 19 her life was spiraling out of control. A teenage pregnancy followed by her parents kicking her out and she was now struggling to pay the rent and put food on the table. She was unable to use contraceptive pills for medical reasons. The morning after pill was also something she could never keep down unlike cum which she loved to down. But one thing she knew was to get what she wanted from men. It did not mean sleeping with them, usually a smile and some words was enough.
She saw Mr. Kumar as one of these men. He was old and fat. He was extremely hairy despite being bald and always seemed to be sweaty. She could not picture a woman ever giving him the light of day so thought he would be grateful for her time.
Christina pushed the door open and kicked a toy out of the way.
"Mr. Kumar, please come in. I will make you a drink. We can talk about this." Christina said putting on her sweet voice.
"Oh, now you want me to come in and discuss this. Ok. Let's talk about how you will pay me the $1000 dollars that you owe me." Mr. Kumar said sarcastically.
She turned around and rolled her eyes at his tone but she had to keep him on side.
Mr. Kumar followed her in.
The apartment was a mess and she invited Mr. Kumar into the living room. Mr. Kumar picked up a squeaky toy and squeezed it as he stared at her breasts. Christina felt her skin crawl at this. She turned and went to the kitchen to put the groceries away.
She took a deep breath as she leaned against the kitchen sink. She was so nervous and physically shaking. She had been confident of placating this old pathetic man but as he stared at her breasts and squeezed the toy, she became all too aware of the pervert she was dealing with. She gathered her thoughts and headed back to the living room.
Mr. Kumar was leaning back on the sofa, a few more buttons on his chest undone. She felt herself shiver at the creepy energy he was giving her but her mind made up to placate him until she could find a solution to her money problems.
She put on her best smile and pushed out her breasts to Mr. Kumar. He had a perfect view up the cropped t-shirt at her breasts. Her nipples were visible through the material of the t-shirt. She never intended to dress like a slut but it seemed to be a natural result of whatever she wore.
She sat down next to Mr. Kumar and took a deep breath she started speaking.
"I know I am behind on the rent but I am struggling to feed the baby. I need time..." Christina put on the waterworks but Mr. Kumar got up all of a sudden.
"Let me stop you right there. I am not here for your sob story. If you can't look after a baby, don't open your legs for the first cock you see." His tone and words shocked her. She was called a slut by her parents after they found out the news and she always felt it on some level.
"You cannot talk to me in that way!" Christina saw this is as an opportunity to play the victim.
"Shut up. You stupid girl. You will be hearing from my lawyers." Mr. Kumar spoke dismissively.
"Mr. Kumar, I am sorry. You are right; I was a stupid girl for making such a mistake. I will be homeless and nowhere to go to. I just want a chance to pay you back. Please, Sir." She begged.
"Christina, how will you pay me back? I would rather cut my losses and have tenants that actually can pay." Mr. Kumar knew he was in a strong position and he wanted his money.
"You can call me Tina. We are friends after all. I will find a way. I will do what I must." Tina said as she tried to build a familiarity.
"Ok Tina. You can call me Kumar and drop the mister. Since we are friends, let me help you out. $50 if you take off your t-shirt." Tina had a shocked look on her face and even pulled her shirt down in a defensive move. Kumar had a poker face and he was not showing any points of weakness.
After the initial shock, Tina began to contemplate her options. $50 dollars was more than she made in a day's work at the store.
"$200?" She replied quietly almost questioning herself.
Kumar smirked to himself knowing he had her where he wanted her.
"$50 or you hear from my lawyers." He said confidently knowing she had gone past the point of no return.
She huffed and puffed before suddenly removing the t-shirt. Kumar felt his erection throb at the sight of the juicy tits. The pink nipples made him lick his lips.
"Happy?" Tina asked.
"Very. But you still owe me $950." Kumar reminded her and Tina began to dread selling her t-shirt so cheaply.
"$50 dollars for your yoga pants." Kumar demanded.
