Dirty Deals: Fuck For Cash

by Dille, K.

  Dirty Deals

  -Fucked For Cash-

  By

  K. Dille

  WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual content. All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen.

  Chapter One

  Mark's stomach was churning, it had been all day. He'd almost called the whole thing off and even called into work. They could manage at the station without him. Hell, he didn't even need the paycheck anymore. The whole reason he'd kept hanging around the past few weeks was because of-he swallowed nervously again and glanced over at her.

  She was the whole reason he was still doing this whole 'job' thing even after they'd dumped three hundred thousand into his bank account. When his favorite uncle had died last month, it had created a huge upheaval in his family.

  His uncle was loaded. After getting out of the military, he'd gone into construction and wound up with his own company out on the west coast. Imagine Mark's surprise when he ended up with a hefty sum of the inheritance. After what his family had taken, after paying off the little bit of debt he'd incurred here and there, after the IRS had got done with him...he still had three hundred K sitting in his bank account.

  The problem was what to do with it. He hadn't told anyone. Well, there wasn't anyone, outside of his family, to tell. He didn't have much in the way of friends. He'd gone out and bought a few things. A nice, thirty-two inch, flat-screen TV for one. And a top of the line laptop. It felt great, not having to worry about money anymore.

  But even after a week he'd already stumbled when it came to ideas.

  He had no desire to own a house. His apartment had everything he needed. He didn't need a new car, either. While it was a little older and maybe more than a little beat up, it did its job. The only thing that crossed his mind was to get a better sound system in it. But he felt no particular urge to get that done anytime soon.

  Then his mind had drifted to darker things.

  And to her.

  Lara. She was his co-worker. Had been for almost six months now. They'd been working together at the same gas station. Even in six months, he didn't know her all that well. She seemed to like to talk to the customers and other employees more than him. Which, he supposed, made sense. He was nineteen. She was thirty four. The age gap was huge. If she got pregnant young, she'd be old enough to be his mother. But that really didn't seem to throw off the crush he'd been developing on her since he'd first seen her.

  In fact, her advanced age seemed to spur it on further. He didn't consider her a cougar, inasmuch as she could be considered such, since her boyfriend was her age. In Mark's mind, cougars had to be pushing into their forties and going after mid-twenty somethings or younger. And even though she was in her mid thirties, she could easily pass for mid twenties. She was tall, almost as tall as he was, topping off at five ten. She was slender, and he could tell she worked out on a regular enough basis. She wore tight fitting slacks to work every day, as was company policy, and he often found himself staring at her well-rounded ass and great thighs. Her hips, he found himself thinking very often, were things of beauty.

  She typically wore a black, button-down shirt. Her breasts, while not porn big, were still very much there, as he often discovered whenever she was in a bad mood. Originally, Mark had it all backwards. When he was subtly trying to get to know her, he thought Lara left the top two buttons undone when she was in a good mood and kept them buttoned when she was pissed off. But it eventually became obvious that it was the opposite. She'd come into work silent and moody, those two buttons undone, her breasts, pale and smooth and perfect, to him at least, pushed up and together, forming excellent cleavage.

  It was when he'd discovered that Lara was having financial troubles a few days ago that the plan came to mind. It was a pretty bad plan, he had to admit. Maybe not bad in how well it would succeed, but more like...morally. But how Mark felt, he was probably beyond morals at this point. Because he was sick of being single, or, at the very least, sick of being a virgin. And what better use to put all his newfound wealth to?

  So today he was going to go ahead with the plan.

  Although he was considering backing out. He could get in a fair amount of trouble. That, and he was just plain terrified of the idea. And, probably, of Lara. All her smooth, pale skin. Her excellent figure. Her dark, blonde hair. Her bright, green eyes. And her age. She was so much older than him. In a way, it was intimidating.

  The time was fast approaching, at least one part of the plan. They both got off at the same time that day. It was mid afternoon, four o'clock. Plenty of time. The two replacements came in through the front door and relieved Mark and Lara. He watched her as subtly as he could, wondering, not for the firs time, if she was aware at just how much he stared at her. Or tried not to. They both clocked out and headed for the front door.

  As they stepped out into the bright sunshine, Mark briefly considered abandoning the idea. His stomach was still churning, a cauldron of fear and timid apprehension. When the words left his mouth, some part of him felt as if something else had forced them out.

  “Hey, Lara, could you give me a ride home?”

  …

  Lara resisted the urge to rub her temples and tried hard to put on a happy face. Their manager always had such a fucking hard on about 'customer service'. Today, as far as she was concerned, the customers could all go 'service' themselves. She was exhausted, and not just from the restless, sleepless night. She'd been worrying for weeks now and with the deadline getting closer and closer, she was downright panicking.

  Bills. They were the sole bane of her existence. She'd spent the better part of her adult life living paycheck to paycheck, and she'd always done well enough. Sure, debt came and debt went, but she always broke even. Now, though? Now, she'd really fucked up. She'd been doing great, with her and Jim's combined income, not only were they breaking even, but they had been socking away into a savings account for nearly a year now. Fuck, they'd even managed to finish paying off her car. Bills were lower than ever.

  And things had been great...until the perfect storm of shit seemed to close in from all sides at once. Lara had always been in charge of the finances. Jim handed her his paycheck and let her run the numbers. It was what she was supposed to be good at. And she was...until she'd gotten comfortable. Once it became obvious that they were doing okay financially, Jim had started asking for more money to spend. Entertainment money to buy whatever caught his fancy.

  Lara felt guilty. When they'd first started dating and it became apparent that this really was going somewhere, they'd moved in together. And Lara had had to come down hard on Jim's spending. It got bad and the arguments had gotten ugly. They'd almost reached a breaking point. But, finally, Jim relented.

  He let her take control of their money and give him an allowance. Lara had never wanted to cause any contention between then. If she had it her way, he'd get to buy whatever he wanted. But...she knew what had to be done, and she'd be damned if she would go into debt again because of someone else's spending habits.

  And, honestly, she could be a bitch when the situation called for it.

  So she extended his allowance when she'd started up the savings account. Because, if they could afford a savings account, they could afford a bigger allowance. And besides, it wasn't as if there weren't things that she wanted very badly. When she handed him a bigger cut, she found that she was also exhausted of living frugally.

  But the money had come easily then. He was a manager of a video rental store and making great pay. She held down two jobs, here at the gas station and a part time on the weekend at a quiet bookstore where it was more play than work.

  Yes, times had been good.

  Until the internet seemed to ruin everything. Lar
a still wasn't entirely sure what had caused it, but the video shop had gone under when the entire chain declared bankruptcy. Jim was out on his ass, no severance pay. He was still living on unemployment, desperately hunting for a managerial position in the ruined economy of America. He refused anything that didn't have the word 'Manager' in the title. Combine that with the fact that Lara had just lost her job at the bookstore because it, too, had gone under.

  All her boss had told her was that the paperback industry was burning.

  The panic hadn't hit her, not then. Sure, it was stressful. But they could still manage. Worse case scenario, they'd pull out of the savings account, which had grown considerably. And then God saw fit to fuck everything up even more. Three years ago, Lara had been in a wreck. She'd broken her leg in the process, and her insurance refused to cover it. After a whirlwind of hospital visits, what she'd eventually come up with was one hell of a bill.

  But her life had been in turmoil. Leading up to the car accident, she was on the verge of breaking up with Jim. They'd been fighting worse than ever. The wreck changed all that. Like in all those movies and sob stories and chick flicks, it took a tragedy to show them how stupid they were being. They fell back in love, and after her recovery, she wanted nothing more to do with hospitals. And so she literally forgot about the bill.

  They'd chosen to let her continue forgetting until exactly the wrong moment. Right after both of them losing their jobs, the hospital contacted her and calmly informed her that she had yet to pay off the bill. Which, if she didn't do it within thirty days, they'd turn her into a collection agency. Panicked, she'd drained her savings account and killed the bill cold. She had fully expected Jim to get another job, and for her primary job at the gas station to carry them through trouble financial waters. Only none of that happened.

  Jim couldn't find shit, and they were cutting her hours at the station. And now...

  Now she was coming up short on her electric bill and they were going to shut it off in a week if she couldn't find something.

  She was getting desperate. And she hadn't even told Jim any of this. She couldn't bear to let him know. Not after everything they'd gone through to get where they were now. Not even to mention the fact that their relationship had gone from passionate to passive again months ago.

  Four thirty.

  “Thank God,” she breathed wearily as her replacement came in. Best time of the day. While she'd certainly had much worse jobs in her earlier years, working at the gas station was anything but pleasant. She clocked out and began to head for the door.

  Lara stepped out into the sunshine and stopped in front of the station for a few seconds. She stared at her car. She didn't want to go home. Jim would be there. He'd practically turned into a shut-in and spent most of his time watching TV. She had the awful feeling that a passive relationship with him would look pleasant compared to how things were preparing to go. So what could she do? She didn't really have the money to do anything else.

  That's when she finally noticed someone standing next to her. She glanced over and saw that it was her co-worker. Mark. He looked nervous. She hid a smirk. The poor kid had a bad crush on her. It had only become painfully obvious since the day he was hired. And, okay, maybe she teased him every now and then with a brief cleavage flash. He was the closest thing she had to a 'cute' co-worker. Everyone else was either a girl or way over her age preference.

  “Lara, could you give me a ride home?” he asked. Lara considered it, quickly glancing around the parking lot.

  “What happened to your car?”

  Mark blushed and glanced away briefly. Lara refrained from laughing at him. Her thoughts darkened slightly as she realized had been quite a while since she'd been able to make anyone but a teen blush.

  “Out of gas,” Mark replied. Lara finally shrugged and began to head for her car. Sure, why not? It'd be a distraction, if only for a few minutes. She'd had to take him home before and it wasn't as if he lived far away.

  “Alright.”

  Chapter Two

  On the way to his place, Lara remained silent. Mark didn't even try to make chitchat, already nervous as hell. He had now initiated his plan...but he wasn't past the point of no return. No, he could still just thank her, get out of the car and go back to jacking off to her in his head like he had done for the past however many days and weeks and months. But, some part of him almost knew he wouldn't. No, this was it.

  He wondered how much having all that money had changed him. Because, when you got right down to it, money was power. Money was the answer to most of life's problems. And now...he had a hell of a lot of power. More than he'd know what to do with, honestly. The three hundred thousand wasn't even counting the property he'd inherited that he was planning on selling. There was rumor that the estate would go for a million, easy.

  Mark cleared his head as they pulled into the parking lot in front of his apartment. Honestly, he could have walked home. Easily. It was a three minute drive, twenty minute walk. But, again, Lara was nice.

  She pulled into a space and put it into park. Mark swallowed nervously. His heartbeat ramped up, mostly because he was nervous, but partly because he was excited. Because this might actually work, and he could be nailing a woman with almost twenty years on him and an amazing body. Mark realized he'd stalled enough when she glanced over at him, finally realizing that he wasn't getting out of the car.

  “Lara...you've been having money troubles recently, right?”

  She looked confused at first, scrunching up her brow. She looked like she was going to ask how he knew that or why he was asking or maybe deny it. But then her shoulders slumped slightly. She frowned and nodded.

  “Yeah,” she said glumly. “You heard me talking about it?” she didn't wait for an answer. “It sucks...Jim got laid off and they cut my hours,” she explained unhappily.

  Mark swallowed, and, all of a sudden, he found himself very calm again. He wondered if his emotions had reached a critical point of such duress that they'd just canceled out. That's sure what it felt like. He took a breath, and then recklessly pressed on.

  It took all his effort to keep staring into her eyes and not let his gaze slip down to her shirt, which was unbutton, and her breasts, which were pressed together by her bra.

  “What if I had a deal for you? A deal involving money?” Lara looked over then, very confused. And maybe a little wary.

  “What kind of a deal?” she asked finally, sounding somewhere between befuddled and genuinely interested. Mark spoke the next sentence with more casual smoothness than he previously thought possible.

  “I'll pay you for sex.” Lara blinked in surprise. She opened her mouth to reply, then closed it, as if completely unwilling or perhaps unable to fully comprehend what he'd just proposed. Finally, she said,

  “You're joking, right?” Without speaking, Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it up, letting her see the collection of twenties within. This was part of the plan. Before work, he'd gone to an ATM and pulled out eight hundred. Her eyes widened a little.

  “Where'd you get all that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  “Inheritance. A family member died recently.”

  “Then why are you still working at the station?” Mark was confused, it was as if she had just forgotten he'd propositioned her for sex.

  “Well, because I've got a big crush on you,” he replied, trying to realign the conversation. That seemed to bring her back around. Lara's face hardened slightly, her lips pursing.

  “I've got a boyfriend,” she replied firmly. “Hell, we might as well be married. We've been together for five years. We've lived together for four of those five.”

  “I know, but look, it's easy money. Just tell your boyfriend you picked up some extra hours at work. Stop by my place whenever we get the chance. Let me fuck you and I'll pay you,” he said. Lara's eyes widened again.

  “You've...been planning this, haven't you?”

  “I've been
fantasizing about it for a while,” he admitted. Mark felt dislocated from himself, displaced from his body, because of how flat-out calm he felt. His hands, however, were trembling slightly. He replaced his wallet.

  “What do you say?” Silence filled the car, the only sound was that of the engine idling. Lara was stilling looking at him, and he could tell she was legitimately considering it.

  “How old are you?” she asked finally.

  “Nineteen,” he replied.

  “Jesus Christ, Mark! I've got...fifteen years on you. I'm almost old enough to be your mom...” Lara said, although some of the fight had gone out of her voice, as if she was really, seriously beginning to consider the idea. Mark felt something like excitement jolt through him. He pressed on, using whatever angles he could think of to get her to say yes.

  “I know, but that's not a problem. You're really attractive, Lara. I didn't proposition Lily, or Jenny, just you,” he replied, wondering if that actually meant anything. But Lara was silent again. Mark took it as a good sign when she reached up and killed the engine. She left the keys in the ignition, though.

  Mark let her think about it. She wasn't looking at him, wasn't looking at anything, really. He took in her curves while he waited, staring at what he could see of her right hip and thigh. Her pants were tight against her skin, showing off her curves. He found it difficult to focus. All he could think about was what she looked like naked.

  “I can't believe I'm seriously considering this but...we'd need to settle on a price. And let's go up to your apartment to talk about this,” she said heavily. Mark felt his heart leap. He forced himself to remain calm.

  “Okay.”

  His heart was ready to explode as he left her car. She shoved her keys into her purse and followed him up the wraparound, wooden staircase that led to his apartment. He lived in a cheaper part of town where the rent was low. Mark's hands trembled with excitement. This might actually work. He might actually get to fuck Lara.