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A Contractual Arrangement for Money {darkest_fate&JustAnotherDarkMind}

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machina erotica
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A contractual arrangement for money, that's all this is. Something as simple as that. She would spend time with the older man who clearly longed for company, particularly the company of an attractive young woman. In return, said man would pay her an impressive amount of money. Simple. Clean. It's all just part of the world's oldest profession, really. Except it didn't technically count as prostitution so long as she didn't have sex with him, right? And no way was she going to. Thaddeus was old enough to be her father, maybe even older! Yeah, she was just there so he'd have some eye-candy. Probably some kisses, a lot of touching, maybe, maybe she'd rub his dick if he were super nice or paid her a bit.

Yeah, yeah that all sounded doable.

Jennifer Fawkes still held her phone, still sat in the back of the Uber she'd hired to take her here. The driver waited impatiently in the seat ahead, likely wondering why his fare wasn't getting out of the car. Wasn't like they were in a bad neighborhood or anything. In fact, this was probably one of the best if not the outright best neighborhoods in town. Yet there sat the teenage brunette in the back of her ride, looking down at her cellphone, at the line of texts she'd been exchanging with her fiance.

Jennifer had to tell Jason something. Not like she could just randomly disappear several times a week, particularly on nights they usually designated for dates, and not have some sort of reason. God, he'd think she was cheating on him! Okay, yeah, this was... probably pretty close to that. But it was for money, to pay for their wedding and more importantly, their honeymoon. One of the main benefits of getting married when you were young is that you could super enjoy a beach vacation. Hell, Jennifer had been dieting and exercising for fucking months now to get into shape enough to stun. That and she looked hot in workout clothing.

Technically Jennifer looked hot in just about anything. Near constant exercise and work kept her lean body incredibly trim. Her figure looked like a model before photoshop got to them. Hips flared out to give just enough curve, veering dramatically inward to a thin waist. Her abs showed just a hint of her constant working, a firmness that was hard to deny. Traveling upward brought you to a pair of perky breasts. Sure, she was only a "B" cup, but that might as well stand for "bursting" with how firm they were. Go up farther still and you got a gorgeous face that had a mix of that one indie chick you always wanted to date with girl next door. Deep green eyes bordered on exotic. Reddish brown hair fell about her shoulders, ending halfway up her back.

Currently she dressed in a sort of attractive casual fashion. The low slung jeans clung nicely to her firm heart shaped ass. A bared expanse show the lightly tanned skin, before giving way to a mesh tank-top. She wore some pretty basic underwear beneath, some Calvin Klein brand stuff that wasn't overtly sexy but was a far cry from granny panties. All that settled, she finally left the car, making her way to the house.

It felt like she was walking up executioner's row, her heart thudding, her blood running cold. "Get a grip, Jen," she mumbled to herself, reaching up to slice some hair back, "it's just spending time with a guy. So what if you have to kiss him? Or touch his dick. No big," if there was security, she'd pause at it, before going up toward the house itself. "Least it looks like he's got the money he promised," she mumbled. Not like Jennifer hadn't already double and triple checked that. Last thing she wanted was to do this and find out the guy had been playing her. God, that would have been the worst.

"Yeah, I'm a whore, not a slut," she said jokingly as she paused before the door. She'd knock or ring or whatever, stepping in. "Thaddeus?" she'd either call or greet, depending. Jennifer knew they had some last contract stuff over, but Thaddeus had suggested some kind of "trial run" at his home. Whatever the fuck that means.
 
It was not his first rodeo. Not even close. Thaddeus was certainly not new to all of this. Quite the opposite. Jennifer, the girl he was meeting today, has been convinced to try such a contractual relationship with him by her friend, Kate. She was in such a relationship with him for 3 years and have been thoroughly corrupted by him... And neither was it exclusive during this time nor was she the first one.

He had prepared everything. Well, most things have already been ironed out before, but for today he had the latest version of the List of agreed sexual actions. As stated in the contract, its latest state has to be constantly available to both sides and, while it was him who had the authority to change it, he was obliged to notify the other side of the agreement whenever he did so, no later than the start of the meeting. And he decided to do more than notice but give her time to read through it all. Even be open to explaining and amending it. Still, it was pretty basic at the moment. It listed things like kissing, touching sexual areas through clothes, under clothes, touching uncovered parts of each other's bodies, petting, groping, massaging, oral sex, showing the naked body and seeing the naked body of the other side. Truly, nothing that she wouldn't have during first few dates with most guys. Except, she was never at dates with that kind of guys as her sexual code did not allow for such openly sexual acts that early in the dating. That scared away the horny boys. That would no longer work in an adult world when that was literally what she was paid to do.

"Jennifer! You look stunning today!"

He said, not looking much worse either. He went for a casual style but every piece of his clothing looked like old fashioned, good quality clothing for the rich. Everything fit his middle aged body well, the short sleeved button up shirt, the 2/3 length pants, even sandals looked like they were tailor made for him. He looked like a CEO on company funded trip to some Pacific island... And he pretty much was. Except he was now earning money from simply being the owner and shareholder and he was the one who hired CEOs to care for his business.

He wrapped his hands around her and kissed her on the cheek. Then he led her to the living room at his mansion.

"I wanted you to be comfortable on your first day so the security and the servants have day off today. We are alone here. I did not want to risk my security guard touching you in various places earlier than I did, during some frisking attempt!"

He said in a joking tone. Once they reached the living room they sat in front of solid wooden table on a white sofa in front of it and he gave her the list.

" Please review our last document to be added to the acts - the list of allowed sexual activities. Ask the questions if you have them and, if not, we can finish the formal part and get to the fun part..."
 
Was it a relief or a worry that he sounded happy? Jennifer put on a smile either way, trying hard not to look like she was forcing it. All in all, she could've done way worse in a setup like this. Thaddeus may be way too old, which had that level of disgust, sure, but he was at least more of a grey fox sort of thing. He definitely looked more like a rich yachting guy than a guy who paid for escorts regularly. Did he even really need to?

Hugs and cheek kisses were easy enough to handle; Jennifer had endured worse from some creepier members of Jason's family. She was soon following him into the mansion. Fuck, just thinking about that: following a guy she was supposed to spend time with in his mansion threatened to blow Jennifer's mind. Yeah, she'd have loved to have earned enough money to get here, but even if she ever did, that was quite a ways off.

The place felt big, and the fact that there wasn't anyone there but us made it seem bigger. "Ah, see the trick is not to hire frisky guards then," she tried, bobbing her head, trying to play along, even sliding something like a dad joke in there (really hard not to see this guy as one of her dad's friends or something). At least the living room didn't look particularly fancy. Jennifer took her seat, resisting the urge to scoot away from Thaddeus for room (lap sitting was probably on there).

The brunette nodded, leaning over to look through the document. What she hadn't told Thaddeus yet was that she actually was aiming for a law degree herself, and was doing pretty damn amazing in her classes. She'd be at least a paralegal in no time, if not even higher. Even still, some of this language did go over her head. Not that she'd show that at all, pursing her lips thoughtfully. Kisses, check, fine. Touching sexual areas; kind of uncomfortable, but expected. Oral sex made her wince but, well, again, it was kind of there. "Usually you got to have at least three dates before this stuff," Jennifer jokingly said. "Even the fian---my last boyfriend had to wait a while before, ah," she licked her lip, knowing the word "oral" shouldn't be too hard. But saying it in front of the guy felt like showing she'd be eager.

"The whole you can arrange it at the start of the meeting thing still sounds kinda iffy to me," she said, holding up a hand and wiggling it back and forth. "But, I mean, we're adults, right?" Jennifer had, in fact, been an adult for approximately nine months now. Go her. "We can always make arrangements and... stuff." Okay, lame ending, but she thought she was still handling herself pretty well, all things considered.
 
Spoken like a true future of the legal system! Not that he knew about it just yet. Nor did he truly care what exactly is the future he is likely going to ruin for her with his corruptive influence. In fact he did not know much about her. And, other than financial details and a few things of sexual nature, she was not obliged to tell him the truth about most aspects of her life.

"We're adults indeed. Even though you barely look the part. Which is a major factor in why you have the deal. It is no secret that you compete with plenty of attractive women, and intelligent ones and promising in all aspects, and your young age is one of your advantages. But, a reference from Kate is worth a lot. I know her well... But, might I ask, how do you know her and what do you know about her? After all, what's a better ice breaker than common friends, isn't that right?"

Oh yes, he knew Kate better than anyone. But Kate was on her way out. She was already too corrupt for further corruption to give him too much of a kick. Still he might find a way to be entertained with her for a month. A year. Five years. A decade. He was not running out of money any time soon. Especially since she was pretty much forced to rent a flat from him and whatever he pays her, mostly returns to him. Being a kind of slut that she was now was, in no way, appropriate for most people who could rent her a flat. He doubt she was able to hold herself long enough to get through the legal process necessary for renting a flat without needing some sexual relief in the process.

But, Kate was the past. Quite likely her state was Jennifer's future but her very self was the past. Now the challenge ahead was getting her there.

While he was saying that he did not do any sexual movements. He did not even place a hand on her. So far it did look like innocent meeting. A tactic to lull her into false feeling of security.
 
It felt more than a little weird for "youth" to be a selling point here. In fact, Jennifer thought it sounded more than a bit creepy. She wasn't about to say as much to someone who was literally paying her to stay there. She did at least understand where he was coming from. Part of the big "get" with her is that she was less than a year into this whole "adulthood" thing. Like turning 18 magically made you more mature or something. Jennifer had been on top of things long before that. Hence the future law career.

"Oh yeah, totally," she said, easily agreeing to the ice breaker. She bobbed her head a few times. "I haven't known Kate, like, super long? We met during freshman orientation," which meant she'd known the other girl for a few months at absolute most. Also reconfirmed that she was, in fact, still a coed. "We've hung out a lot since then. Workout buddies, y'know? Also went drinking a few times. She's really cool and all. I mean," she smiled a bit, rubbing her knees, "way more of a party girl than me, especially lately. I think she was here to study, like, ah, Literature or Religion or something? We only had some gen eds together."

Jennifer rubbed her open palms on her knees again, still feeling more than a little nervous. Thaddeus might not be actively groping her or anything ,but he seemed to almost purposefully be avoiding touching. Was she supposed to make the first move or something? Did he, like, want her to be a little forward? Jennifer pursed her lips for a moment, and kind of wiggled her way just a bit closer to him on the couch, trying to feel things out.

God, this just feels so wrong and awkward. Think of the money, Jen. "So, um, what about you? What do you do for a living? It must be pretty impressive for you to afford a house---" Jennifer twisted around to look for a bit, "mansion, really, I guess." She let out a slightly nervous laugh, fidgeting again. Was she supposed to be a conversationalist or something? Chat him up? What was she supposed to talk about? Her favorite Netflix series?
 
The part about Kate did not surprise him. If she knew her long she would likely see the warning signs in how much she changed while she was with him. But he specifically commanded her to go to some fairly innocent major and hunt for good girls in dire financial straits to recruit. It surely was hard for her to connect with a girl that was as innocent as she used to be. Maybe it even hurt to see someone so pure as she?

However she brought a more interesting topic now so he switched his attention.

"Let's see. Indeed I can afford a mansion. I can afford to sit in it, in the middle of a normal workday, doing nothing but chatting with hot teen. Chatting with a girl I am paying for. Also paying for sexual potential that I am simply not utilizing. I do think that paints a pretty clear picture thar I don't have to do anything for a living. My living is paid for by my previous investments and now I can enjoy myself, waste that money even on luxurious lifestyle... And I can take you to tag along for the ride. As to what I used to be doing was building business. Mostly financial sector real estate, marketing. You are a smart girl, I do believe you Googled my name before agreeing to the deal so no need to concentrate on what you are already familiar with... Speaking about familiarity, I am fairly not familiar with your body. Would you mind to reveal a bit more, to make conversation more exciting?"

He was polite but to the point. He didn't mind continuing to talk and not getting too far just yet but he wanted to see more of her body than the casual clothes showed. Also, he knows that it would be doubly uncomfortable for the young girl, yet it was mild enough that refusing would seem absurd, given what she is here for. But it's one thing to get into clearly sexual territory... And another to undress and yet still continue to follow a mostly innocuous conversation. Especially when he was going to remain dressed, it could be even seen as humiliating to a degree. He also wondered how much she would undress without additional clarification and more prodding, just how far she is willing to go on such a vague suggestion.
 
Jennifer's cheeks flushed a slight pink. Had she been insulting or something? She'd really thought they were chatting and he wanted her to get to know him or something. But clearly he had something else in mind, easily brushing off her attempts. There had definitely been an order in there, one that balanced on being rude. Jennifer paused, licking her lips and again running her hands over her thighs. Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she tried to think of how to meet his request. Really the solution was obvious, wasn't it? The contract she'd just signed literally had a nudity clause.

Maybe she could get away without stripping off everything just yet? "Yeah, I suppose you want to see the goods," she said, trying to keep things light hearted. Jennifer ran her hands one more time on her thighs, licked her lips, and nodded. She shuffled slightly forward, her lean body bowing. Hands went down, hooking under the bottom of her top. With a little wiggling, she carefully pulled it up off her body. Within a matter of moments, upper abs were released, and then finally, a pair of breasts cupped with a white, Calvin Klein bra. Jennifer did some more wriggling to get the top away from her hair, before sort of gently setting it to the side.

The girl looked over at Thaddeus, lower belly still squirming a little. Obviously he'd wanted to see more, and this was technically a bit more. But was that some kind of hint of something else. Her hands went to her waistband for a few moments, sort of idly playing. Still watching him closely, she let the digits roam toward the center. They sort of played around with the catch on her jeans, just for a moment. Should she ask if he wanted more? Offer to let him strip her? Or what?

She really should have tried researching proper escort behavior online. She'd just been too worried about what kind of results would show up. The last thing Jennifer needed was porn of her situation; that would just be too weird. Probably would've given her some ideas. So she just sort of... hesitated, waiting to see if Thaddeus wanted to continue the conversation further or ask her to stop or... or strip her, she guessed.
 
"Well that's nice. Keep going. Stop when I tell you to."

Whilenhe encouraged her to more boldly act in a slutty manner, he enjoyed the shyness with which she approached the role. It did tell him that there was plenty of corruption to be had and it was that, not the opportunity to fuck young girls and have access to their bodies, that he wanted. He knew he could get a lot of girls. With his money he could fuck plenty of hot and young girls. Hell he can even continue using those he had already corrupted. Through focusing their lives on sexuality he ensured that they would strive to be desirable and could pleasure him well. But they were no longer pure, there was no thrill of wrongness to it, no satisfaction in how much he could change them as it was all done already. This is why he was constantly looking for new girls to corrupt. And by far making a good girl to cheat on her loved one was the best. It constituted a challenge. He would not be ruining just her but also her relationship and likely impacting her man as well. She was not very open about her relationship status but one of the reasons why she was selected was that Kate was able to establish that at the moment when she recommended an arrangement with Thaddeus she was in a long term relationship... And he doubted that changed much until now.

"This boyfriend you mention. Was he your first sexual partner? How long were you together? Was there anyone else that you ever was intimate with?"

That was the first time he actually asked her this sort of questions. Maybe it should be a warning sign that he was willing to pay a girl quite sizeable sums for pretty erotic services, without checking if she even was single. But the way he thought about it, he just proposed a simple transaction. Any moral and legal circumstances for her was not his concern. If, due to the contract, she was breaching some rules of hers it was her own sinful decision.

Not the first one nor the last one that he would try to talk her into.
 
Okay, so she'd at least been on the right track. Jennifer hesitated again as he encouraged her to go further, trying to figure out what he likely wanted. She had just been teasing about her jeans, so that's what made sense. Was she supposed to get up and shimmy out of them or try it here on the couch? Whichever would be sexier would probably be the way to go, right? Jennifer licked her lips again, shifting slightly to her feet, still keeping her hands sort of on the waistband. She slid them around, moving toward the button and zipper. She sort of popped that, while toying with the zipper. The brunette was trying to play it off as teasing, but her nerves had started fluttering in her tummy again.

Just as she started sliding them down, working them with a bit of a sensual wiggle, that question came. It made her stumble a bit, but she tried to recover, sort of working the tight jeans down slowly. "Wow, that's a lot of, um, personal questions," she said with a flush. "But, I mean, you are paying, so, ah," she let out a nervous laugh, doing another slightly awkward shift. Her panties got caught a little by the jeans, dragging the Calvin Klein branded things just a little off-skew. They weren't bland or anything, but they were probably a few steps from being lingerie. They were the sort a girl in a relationship wore to tease her boyfriend or not show pantie lines.

Jennifer tugged them slightly into place. "We've been together for a bit," she said. "Um, technically... close to three years, I think?" She pursed her lips as she wiggled, nearly yelping as gravity started really taking over. Jennifer bent down to try and get them off, realizing she'd left her heels on during this, and wasn't sure if she should be trying to get those off. Probably best to step out? She tried to do it, realizing that she was making this look a bit awkward. "What were the other questions? Oh, right," a slight flush. "Um, yeah, he was pretty much it? Like, I tried going down on a few guys and stuff, but nothing too--" she almost tripped, but managed to finally get the jeans off. Jennifer shifted, awkwardly pulling up the garb and adjusting. The heels she had on weren't exactly sexy either, but she'd at least figured he'd want to see some effort there. She already looked awkward in them, and standing there in bra and panties felt moreso.

"Ah, do you---do I keep the heels?" she asked, shifting. She bit her lip again, trying to figure if this was enough for now. Oh, had she finished answering his questions? She thought she had, but she was a bit distracted, what with trying to strip and talk at the same time. Not that doing two things at once was tricky; it's just that when one of those things was taking off your clothing, well, things got just a bit awkward.
 
He watched her intently as she undressed. Yes it was quite evident that she did not had a habit of doing a sexy strip tease. But she stripped down to her underwear which was the goal for now.

He considered her replies. Interesting how it still did not tell him much about the breakup. She called him an ex BF but that could mean that she was recently engaged. She was rather not married, he would find that info when he ran the background check on her. He was not convinced that she even did break up. Which was all the better. Taken women were much better prize.

Then came the topic of heels. As he did not have a preference here he allowed her to decide:
"You look gorgeous. I am certain that you would be good with or without the heels so I would leave it up to you whether you want to keep them. Though I think I have the impression you mostly dressed so that your underwear would look good under the clothes. You did not intend to undress still today? And certainly not so early into the meeting, is that correct?"

He would leave be the matter of her relationship. He would choose to focus on here and now. It was rather predictable that she would be very shy, maybe even it would be her first time that someone else other than her BF saw her in just her underwear... Or at least excluding her family and very young ages where she couldn't dress herself.

For his part he enjoyed the imbalance. He was still fully dressed. A half-smile danced on his face as he looked on her body. He did pay close attention to what was visible through her underwear - particularly any signs of arousal. He enjoyed her slim figure and her fit body. And yet he kept his distance for now.

"Once you decide about the heels you can sit next to me... Or in my lap. You could also sit on the table, it would give me a nice look still. I would leave that choice to you. The meeting has indeed only recently begun, so we don't have to move fast in order to get through everything I would imagine for this meeting... "

Should she be scanning his body in similar way that he scanned hers she would see solid hints of fitness on the way the clothes laid on his body and especially in the uncovered areas - his muscular legs and arms. His hands also looked like belonging to a man that was not always managing from armchairs in the offices but someone who was quite capable of using his hands for more than just typing on the keyboard - whether it was from this fitness routine, some hobby, maybe fixing things around the house. It could suggest he was not too out of touch with reality or that he was frugal and prepared to fix things himself rather than depend on the hired help... And to save money while doing so.
 
Okay, good, she looked good. Jennifer didn't know why she'd felt a bit nervous about that. Maybe because Thaddeus clearly had more experience? Or because she was desperate for the money? The brunette couldn't say, and wasn't sure she liked the confusion. She stood there, awkwardly shifting on her heels, adjusting her bra and tugging slightly on her panties. It was weird, how bared and exposed she felt. Jennifer probably showed more whenever she went to the beach, particularly in some of the bikinis she used to tan. But it was the circumstance, right? This was already so sexually charged.

Oh, right the question. "I mean, ah, sort of?" she tried answering. How were you supposed to answer a direct question about stripping while you were standing there nearly naked? Jennifer shifted awkwardly, before deciding that she might as well take off the heels. Most of the clothes were already gone, and those shoes would just make things more uncomfortable and awkward. Not that it was particularly easy to slide out of them while still looking grateful. Jennifer had to shift slightly, and she could feel her breasts shifting in the bra.

As she finished, she ran her hands along and did another quick adjustment. It wasn't like the bra or panties weren't covering everything. Jennifer had made certain to do some basic trimming, so it wasn't like any loose hairs would show or something .Plus her bra covered her chest, which was more perky than large. Didn't stop her from shifting, even as Thaddeus made his suggestion? Gave his order? Jennifer wasn't sure how to handle it. The table sounded awkward, though it would give some distance, and the lap sounded worse. But wouldn't that also prove that she knew what she was here to do?

For now, she sort of went over and sat next to him on the couch. She shifted to try and get comfortable, and figured she might as well be close to him. "Yeah, this is, well, I actually didn't know if we were going to, you know, jump right into things or if you wanted to lead up to it or what," she offered another sort of shrug, before flushing, realizing that it made her chest bounce. Jennifer again shifted to unnecessarily adjust. "Um, is there something you wanted to talk about or do? Or is the whole thing just so you can stare at me in my underwear? Not that I'm complaining or anything..." she trailed off, realizing she was probably talking too much. She couldn't help it! She just couldn't figure Thaddeus out and it was driving her crazy!
 
Thaddeus surely knew how to maintain the mystery. He was not that easy to read during business negotiations playing poker or during performance evaluations and other business meetings. He would not be easier to figure out with his sugar baby. Because that was the gist of it so far.

As she sat next to him, he placed his hand high on her inner thigh. Not yet in her panties, but close.

"So, why won't you tell me more about yourself? What do you like to do? To eat? To drink? How do you like to make sex and what is the wildest thing you did, sexually? And why did you decide to earn the money through offering your company? Not that I mind that bit I am quite curious. Obviously it is not the first time I am in a situation like Thad, and I doubt I have seen exactly the same motivation used twice, neither did I see the same pair of tits on two different girls, not to mention other physical aspects. It is part of why I do it. Diversity. Not the fashionable kind of taking every race and other demographic aspects. No. Haven't seen two different girls orgasm the same, like the same things. I could even say that every pussy feels a bit different. And taste too. There are people who go their whole life with one sexual partner and I can respect that. But me? I would be forever wondering how that hot, seemingly innocent girl looks like when someone is fucking their brains out. Apologies for adult language, but I like to speak honestly about those matters. And initial motivation goes a long way in changing how such relationship affects a girl... "

He was being mostly honest. Not mentioning the darker side of his influence nor his interest in the worse types of effects that can be causing. But he was certain that would already make her feel uncomfortable... But probably also aroused. And yet, on the surface, all they do is talk. Talk about sexual matters while she is sitting in her underwear, right next to him as he has his hand between her legs... But still, so far it is just a conversation. And the way he spoke about it, except for sometimes vulgar language, more reminded the way one would talk about collecting artworks or tasting wine. Whether it was edifying or objectifying depended on the listener.
 
Jennifer tensed for just a moment as she felt that hand on her thigh. The gesture was just subtly intimate, touching her in a way that most wouldn't think of doing. Yet Thaddeus didn't move it, didn't seem to do anything besides sit it there. Was he just offering some sort of reminder? A symbol of some kind? Like, he knew he could touch her and she couldn't move? Jennifer just wasn't sure.

Then he launched into this lengthy monologue, going on and on about all kinds of things. Jennifer almost found herself struggling to keep up, wondering where all that was coming from. There were questions, but he'd barely asked them before shifting to another subject altogether. Some part of it didn't even wholly make sense, and there was definitely a degree of debauchery in there. Was that the whole point? To ramble and make it clear that he could and would just be casually pornographic? His hand hadn't even moved, just sort of sat there, and Jennifer couldn't quite figure out how to respond.

By answering his questions, maybe? "Oh, yeah, ah, well, I like to, you know, do normal stuff. Browse the internet. Watch TikTok vids. I've even done some challenges and dances. Um, I like Italian food, stuff like noodles and that..." she trailed off, realizing that she'd quite purposefully responded to just the "normal" questions. Jennifer fidgeted again, trying to think how she should even go about approaching the other bits. Though "make sex" sounded so weird; did he mean make love?

"For, um, sex, I usually like, you know, normal stuff. Missionary's fun. I tried doggy once, and while it's kinda demeaning it's also a bit hot, I guess?" she shrugged, trying to make this sound like normal conversation instead of the oddity that it felt. "And I did this because I needed the money, obviously. For... stuff," she definitely didn't want to let him know that she was about to get married and that the money would go directly to the honeymoon. Let him think whatever he wanted, really.
 
He listened to her answering more mundane questions but it was fairly evident he did not find anything useful in those replies. He only got more lively once she decided to elaborate on sexual matters. But it was her declaration of what motivates her... Or rather the limited nature of that declaration, that received his attention:

"For stuff? Really eloquent answer here... But okay I get the general motivation is financial in nature. There's nothing wrong in selling your companionship and your body, eventually, for money. I wonder how far you would be willing to go with such a motivation, but I believe time will tell. And humans across the ages were capable of doing it great deal of...stuff... for money."

He said with a slight smile. His tone of voice was friendly but he did seem amused with how she stumbled, clearly trying to hide something. Obviously she was not the type that would simply be selling herself as a way to earn the living. And she did not decide to do that simply because she needed more fancy clothes or some gadgets. There was more purpose to it. She needed money for some deeper reason. Maybe it was needed to help a family member? Or allow to start something sooner, so time was of essence so that she could do it while still young...

"You are aware that it is likely that, in course of our cooperation you can face things more demeaning than doggy style sex position, right? How do you envision this meeting would go? How do you imagine the next few meetings would go? It is always good to hear what are the expectations of the other partner. Could help avoiding any misunderstandings. I have experienced that some girls like to keep to some firm boundaries, trying to push them as far into the future as possible... Others just want to progress quickly, hoping that this makes adapting to new situation easier... Which type would be closer to you, I wonder?"

He reached out with his other arm, wrapping it around her and pulling her closer but his hand on her thigh did not move closer to her underwear. Yet she was now sitting right next to him
 
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