Chapter 2: Paying The Price
Jenny is naked. All of her clothes and belongings were stolen from her apartment while she was sleeping, and the landlord is knocking on her door, demanding to come in. "Just a minute!" she says in a panic. She looks around for something. ANYTHING to cover herself up with. Towels? Gone. Curtains? Gone. Sheets? Gone. Even the damn pillows. No blanks or carpets, neither. Jenny is running out of ideas.
key entering door lock. blurry image of naked woman in distance
She considers tearing apart the furniture, but that's not going to give her the coverage she needs. She opens the door and faces her landlord, Carl, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I know I'm late on rent," she says, "but surely you can understand-"
Carl's gaze travels up and down Jenny's body, with her full, bare breasts in full view, and his eyes linger on the triangle of hair between her legs. disgust and anger wash over her face. "What the fuck are you looking at?" she snaps.
"I'm being burglarized, for fuck's sake! My clothes, my sheets, my curtains, even my damn pillows... All gone! I have nothing to wear. Nothing to cover myself with."
Carl's expression turns from one of desire to suspicion. "What do you mean, burglarized?" he asks. "How could someone have taken all of your belongings without waking you up?"
Jenny's mind races as she tries to come up with a convincing explanation. "I don't know," she stammers. "I must have been sleeping really heavily. I didn't hear a thing."
Carl shakes his head skeptically. "I think you're just trying to avoid paying rent," he says. "You've always been a little flaky when it comes to that."
Jenny feels a surge of anger. "How dare you!" she exclaims. "I'm not lying. I wouldn't lie about something like this."
Carl enters the apartment and closes the door behind him. "Look, Jenny. It's been three weeks since your rent was due. Either give me the money now, or you're out on the street."
Carl's words hang heavy in the air. Jenny's mind is racing, trying to come up with a way out of this situation. She knows she doesn't have the money for rent, and she can't leave the apartment without any clothes.
Carl takes a step closer to Jenny, his eyes raking over her bare body. She can feel his gaze on her sensitive skin, and it makes her shiver.
"There's another way you can pay your rent," Carl says, his voice low and husky.
Jenny's eyes narrow, her gut clenching as she realizes what he's implying. "Get lost, Carl. And take your sleazy ass with you."
"Come on, Jenny. Don't be like that. You know how I've always admired you. You're pretty, smart, and independent. I've always wanted to... you know..." he says, trailing off.
man's hand on naked 21-year-old woman's arm, blurry, indoors
Jenny's heart races as she realizes what he's suggesting. She takes a step back, but he reaches out and grabs her arm.
Jenny shakes her head furiously. "Get your fucking hands off me," she spits, struggling against his grip.
Carl slides his hand up her arm, running his fingers across her bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh.
"You can't afford to turn me down," he says, his voice dangerously low.
"If you don't give me what I want, I'll have no choice but to kick you out. And where will you go, hm? You're naked, broke, and have nowhere else to turn."
Jenny's heart races as she realizes the gravity of the situation. She's trapped, cornered, and has no other choice. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"Fine," she says, grinding her teeth in frustration. "You want to fuck me so bad? You can have me. But only once."
"We'll see about that", Carl remarks. "Now, let's get down to business."