Hailey pulsed her foot against the floor and twisted a lock of hair in her fingers while she watched her boyfriend from her overstuffed armchair.
Joe sat on the couch holding his right thumb and forefinger to the pressure points on either side of the bridge of his nose. He had been on edge since running out of weed a few hours earlier, unpredictably erupting in verbal abuse directed at Hailey.
She wanted to say something supportive or cuddle him to help him feel better, but she knew that he would twist anything she said right now to make her the reason for his shitty mood so he could use her to blow off steam.
"Hailey," said Joe, "hey, do you hear me?" She blinked at Joe, who spoke at her without having moved. When he was sure that he had her attention, he said, "I want you to go and put on something nicer."
Hailey looked down at her black tank top and pajama booty shorts and then back at Joe. "Why, baby?" It was four in the afternoon on the day after Christmas and both of them had the day off. Hailey had been looking forward to spending the entire day lounging in her skimpy pajamas before attempting to seduce Joe at bedtime - although now that he'd run out of weed, she wouldn't even try to get him to have sex with her. "Do you want to go out to eat somewhere?"
Joe lifted one eyelid and said in a voice with a serrated edge, "I'll tell you after you finish getting ready. Dress like you want me to fuck you later."
Hailey sighed, got up, and headed to their bedroom to shower and change. At least he wasn't belittling her or accusing her of anything. She hoped he would pick up some weed soon.
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When Hailey returned to the living room wearing a long-sleeve, empire-waisted black dress with a scoop neckline that showed off her full breasts and a skirt that ended just above her knees over black stockings, Joe was no longer alone in the living room. Next to him sat a man with his arms stretched leisurely over the back of the couch and one leg crossed over the other. His mouth relaxed into a smile, but above it his blue eyes were focused sharply upon her.
After she'd registered the stranger's presence, Hailey noticed that Joe was smoking a joint, inhaling it like it was the last weed on the planet. He was so absorbed in getting high that he didn't even glance at her, while the other man still hadn't taken his eyes off her.
Hailey was going to ask Joe for a puff, but, before she could, the stranger held out a fresh joint and a lighter. "Would you like to smoke?" She eagerly accepted his offering.
After she'd lit the joint and taken a few hits, the stranger introduced himself. "My name's Dylan. I'm the guy your boyfriend is always hitting up for weed."
Hailey smiled at Dylan to mask her confusion - Joe always drove to his dealer's house to pick up weed - and Dylan continued, "I know that Joe couldn't afford to buy more from me right now, so we were able to work out an arrangement."
Hailey turned to Joe, who still wouldn't look at her. He just alternated between staring at the joint in his right hand and hitting it with his eyes closed in pleasure, thick streams of smoke pouring from his lips as he exhaled. She turned again to Dylan and asked, "What kind of deal?"
Dylan stood from the couch, presenting her with his large frame. He stood at least a foot taller than her, and when he walked over to stand before her she had to tilt her face up to see his. He took the opportunity to grab a fistful of her hair near the scalp and, holding her gaze, said in a low but firm voice, "He traded you."
Hailey's eyes widened as she tried to process this information without losing her shit. She had never sold herself for anything before, had never tried sex work - but, then again, she was being handed over like an object and could feel herself becoming aroused for this man who now held her in his possession by the hair.
Dylan reached beneath her skirt with his free hand and felt her pussy through her tights and thong. His face lit up with a mischievous grin and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I can feel how badly you want me to fuck you."
She didn't argue with him, so he kissed her, locking his lips perfectly to hers. Joe stood from the couch as if preparing to leave the room, but Dylan quickly turned to him and barked, "No, Joe, you sit there and watch."
Joe meekly sat down, but couldn't bring himself to look at the larger, bullish man who gripped his girlfriend by the hair. Dylan didn't care if Joe actually watched or not, but he would force the loser to stay in the room with them so he could hear his girlfriend moan as she took the pounding she deserved.
Dylan brought his attention back to Hailey. His next move was to snake his arm up her dress so he could feel her up and play with her nipples. "You have such incredible breasts. I can't wait to see what they look like when I take this dress off you."
Hailey instinctively brought her hands to the nape of her neck to unzip her dress for Dylan, but he stopped her, again using a low but firm voice that was almost hypnotic. "No, I'll be the one to take this dress off you" - he paused - "or not." She let her arms fall to her sides and sank into a space of contentment, ready to do whatever Dylan asked of her.
Dylan released her hair and withdrew his hand from her dress. He took a pillow from her armchair nest and dropped it on the floor in front of him. "I want you to kneel on this," he told her, and she obeyed. He positioned himself in front of her, and, smiling down at her, gestured to the bulge stretching the crotch of his pants.
