(This story follows "Hellie's Inspection")
Hellie had the next day off and she decided to spend it in bed, listening to the rain falling outside. She played games on her phone, texted various boys, watched movies, and played with herself. After several hours, she got out of bed in her bra and tiny shorts, wrapped herself in a big cozy cardigan, and wandered downstairs to have some tea.
She said a quick hello to her landlord, Bryant, who was reading in the living room, and then she headed into the kitchen. While she waited for her water to boil, she sat at the kitchen counter and looked absently at a newspaper that had been left behind.
"Haven't seen you much the last few days." Bryant entered the kitchen. "You doing okay?"
Hellie smiled and nodded. "I've been good. I got um, a promotion at work."
"Hey that's great Hellie, congratulations! Do you like your new job?"
Hellie considered, imagining the numerous cocks she'd sucked and fucked the past week. "Yeah, definitely."
"Is it more money?"
"Yeah, thank god." Hellie's eyes widened. "I mean, it's not a TON more money or anything."
Bryant chuckled. "Don't worry girl, I'm not going to raise your rent."
Hellie heaved a sigh of relief. "Sorry."
"I wouldn't do that- where am I going to find tenants as good as you and Trevor? You're both barely here."
"I guess you're right."
"You dating now, too? Saw a boy drop you off here and pick you up a couple times." He shrugged as Hellie looked at him. "Can't blame me for noticing who pulls up in my driveway."
"Oh no, it's cool. Yeah, um, Barry. I like him, we're just having fun."
Bryant nodded. "Nothing wrong with fun."
The kettle began to whistle and as she turned to pour her tea, Hellie felt her cardigan slip and show her legs and shorts. She let it stay, and though she didn't look at Bryant, she could feel his eyes on her skin.
"You sick today?" he asked.
"No, just relaxing. Not much to do in the rain," Hellie told him, though she was sure he'd still gone for a run or something.
"Well you enjoy yourself up there," he said with a smile.
"I will. Oh did you want some tea?"
"No thank you, appreciate it though."
She wanted to let the cardigan open, make sure Bryant saw her tits, but she didn't. She walked past him and wet upstairs.
She dropped her cardigan, wrapped herself in her duvet, and as she drank her tea in small sips, she reached down and began to rub her clit.
"Bryant," she whispered. She felt herself getting wet. She set her tea aside and lay back.
"Oooh," she breathed. "Fuck." She slid a finger into her pussy and began to slowly fuck herself.
She imagined Bryant coming up here.
"Come to think of it Hellie," he would say, "aren't you a little late on rent?"
"I'm sorry," she'd said. "I just haven't gotten my paycheck yet. Isn't there something else we can do?"
He'd push her down to her knees and she'd suck his dick until he came so hard that it came out of her nose. And then she'd bend over for him, for good measure, and let him use whichever other hole he wanted.
Hellie fell asleep with the lights on, her hand in her pants.
She dreamed of Bryant buried in her pussy.
"Oh fuck," she grunted. "I want you to use all my holes." Her tits bounced freely, he stared at them as he fucked her. "Please," she begged. "Please."
"In time," he said. "In time I will." He leaned down to whisper next to her ear. "Can't wait to hear you scream."
Hellie woke up, felt her fingers in her wet pussy. But when she pulled them out, she saw blood.
"Fuck," she muttered. She rolled over to see that it was later than she thought, already 9pm. She hoped the convenience store around the corner would still be open.
Hellie threw on a t-shirt and ran out into the rain.
"Fucking shit," she muttered as she rounded the corner, her t-shirt soaking through fast.
The store was dark, but still open. Hellie was grateful to be able to hide in shadows as she walked down the aisles in her wet pink t-shirt. Even through her bra, the outlines of her taut nipples were clearly visible as they hardened in the wet shirt and air conditioning. She was happy to find the tampons in the first aisle she checked. She grabbed the smallest box of supers and then realized they were 8 dollars. In a panic, she reached into the wet, snug little front pocket of her shorts and found that she only had one five-dollar bill.
Hellie looked around. Nobody seemed to be in the store, and as she swiftly made her way to the front, she saw that the cash register too was unmanned. She stepped quickly and carefully toward the doors.
"Miss!"
He caught her by her wrist before she could run, an older gentleman with pale, wiry arms and silvery hair.
"Don't you think you ought to pay for that?"
Hellie burst into tears, holding up the tampons. "Please sir, I need these but they're 8 bucks and I only have 5 right now!"
"Excuse me, but didn't you see the sign?" The old man pointed to a sign on the doors that read "ALL Shoplifters Will Be Prosecuted to the Fullest Extent of the Law" in big red letters. "You should've shoplifted from another store!"
Hellie came closer to him. "I really do have a five, sir." She held it up.
"I don't want your money," he said sternly. "I'm calling the police."
Hellie stepped up to him. "Please sir." She touched his arm, hoping this would work.
He stopped, looking at her.
She looked down at her hard nipples, her tiny shorts that were sagging with the weight of rainwater. His gaze followed hers. "Isn't there some sort of agreement we could come to?" She asked him.
His eyes took in her breasts, her nipples, and her thighs, squeezing out of the damp shorts. Then they shifted to the tampons.
