PropertySex – Free rent offer is not too good to be true
Title: “The Hangover Package”
Anya Ivy, a voluptuous bombshell with a penchant for pushing buttons, drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the counter of her quaint real estate office. It was a slow Monday, and the busty brunette was growing restless.
Just then, the door chimed, and in walked a disheveled yet attractive young man. “Are you the landlord?” he mumbled, eyes jet black from exhaustion.
Anya smiled, her crimson lips curving into a mischievous arch. “Why yes, I am. What can I do for you, handsome?” she purred, giving him a sultry once-over. The man introduced himself as Chris, a recent college graduate on the hunt for an affordable apartment.
As Chris shared his budget, Anya chuckled and scooted closer, her substantial cleavage now inches from his face. “I might have just the place for you,” she winked. “Though I’m afraid it’s not listed online. It’s my…personal property, if you will.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s the catch?”
Anya stood up, revealing her curvy figure in a skin-tight black dress. She sashayed over to the main attraction – a full-length mirror, strategically placed to accentuate her assets. “The catch,” she breathed, “is me.” She turned back to Chris, legs spread wide and arms crossed under her ample bosom, pushing her swollen mounds together. “I’m the property.”
Chris gulped, eyes widening as he took in the erotic scene. His gaze fixated on her huge natural tits, straining against the taut fabric of her dress. “I…I think I understand,” he stammered.
Anya grinned wickedly, knowing she had him. “I’m offering a special package, just for you,” she cooed, rubbing a hand down her torso. “Free rent, in exchange for some…creative tenant duties.”
Chris couldn’t believe his luck. This was either the joke of the century, or some kind of sexxxy wish fulfillment scenario. He looked around, waiting for hidden cameras to pop out. “So, what’s involved in this ‘package’?”
Anya uncrossed her arms and sauntered over, pressing her chest to his. She leaned in, her cherry red lips brushing his ear. “All kinds of fun,” she purred, her warm breath tickling his skin. “But first, I need to make sure you’re up to the challenge.”
Anya took his hand, slowly guiding it under her skirt. He gasped, feeling the soft yet firm flesh of her bare ass. Despite her forwardness, he was still hesitant. This was all moving so fast – he was excited, but also concerned. “A-Are you sure about this? I just met you.”
Anya giggled, rubbing her hips against his crotch. “Does it feel like I’m not sure?” she teased, feeling his growing bulge. “Now, be a good boy and touch me. Make me feel good, and we’ll discuss tenancy…” She left the implication hanging. “…details.”
Chris caressed her ass with familiarity, his trepidation fading in the face of her undeniable sex appeal. He grabbed a handful of her supple cheeks, kneading and squeezing. She released a throaty moan, pressing herself closer.
Encouraged, Chris moved his other hand to her chest, groping her tits with enthusiasm. Anya seized his wrist, guiding him downward. “Wait, not there…” she whispered, her voice laced with concern. “I just got them done. Still sensitive.”
Chris froze, the implication of his actions dawning on him. He looked into Anya’s eyes, seeking reassurance. “Wait, so these aren’t natural?” He waved a hand dismissively. “Not that that’s a bad thing! I mean, they’re still awesome…”
Anya huffed, pushing him away. “I knew this was a mistake. You clearly don’t ‘appreciate’ me.” She stumbled back toward her desk, arms crossed and lower lip jutting out in a comical pout.
Chris groaned, realizing he had fucked up. This was his once-in-a-lifetime chance, and he was blowing it. “No, no! I do! I totally do! They’re…the most realistic enhancement I’ve ever seen!”
She turned, eyebrow raised in skepticism. “Liar.”
Chris was slipping into desperation, pulling out the big guns in a last-ditch effort to salvage his cougar-harem fantasy. “Please, I knew they were fake the moment I laid eyes on them. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! In fact, I think it’s refreshing. So many women get them, but have them done insanely huge to cater to men’s unrealistic expectations. You said they were sensitive, so clearly you had them done because *you* wanted a change, not to please some boyfriend or your Instagram followers…”
He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “…Basically, you’re an empowered sexuality icon, and THAT’S the reason these new tits are amazing. And to be honest? They’re much better than yours, because without them, you’re just another generic pretty girl with a big rack. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re STILL gorgeous, but now you’re a GODDESS.”
Silence hung heavy in the air as Chris awaited her judgment. Would she toss him out? Report him for sexual harassment? “Hmmm,” she hummed, tapping a crimson nail to her chin. The seconds stretched into an eternity.
