(OUTSIDE SFX)

(DOORBELL, DOOR OPENS)

Uh, hello…?

Sorry, what? Can you speak up, please?

… I’m sorry… I still can’t hear you… Do you want to… Come inside…?

Um, are you sure…? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.

(Door hesitantly closes)

No, you just seem uncomfortable. I’m not holding you hostage or anything.

Anyway, what brings you to my porch today?

…

Honey, slow down, and speak up. I can’t understand your mumbling. Do you need something?

….. Oh! Is that all?

Oh, excuse me, hon, you’re fine! You just seemed so nervous, I was assuming something horrible!

Of course I can help you, hon~

How much money have you raised so far?

…

Oh, I see, not having much luck, are you? Is that why you were acting like you were asking me to sacrifice the world just now?

Ah– yeah, the people in this neighborhood are a bit stuck up, aren’t they? Were they being rude to you? Those cunts.

Yeah, they’re all disgustingly rich and find the concept of losing a single cent to be morally reprehensible..

Like they’re so afraid of being a multi-billionaire instead of a multi-billionaire…

Anyway, sorry. I hate my neighbors. Who doesn’t?

But uh, yeah, do you take cash?

Great… Here’s 1… 2… 3… Ff… Fifty grand should cover it, right?

Go on, grab it. It won’t hurt you.

I’m serious–

Oh no, no need to do any of that. Honestly, I’m willing to just give you the money for free.

Honestly… I’m quite concerned for you, that you thought were were going to… Owe me something… You’re the one going door to door asking for the generosity of strangers, are you not? And I’m giving it to you.

…

What? I’m insulted. Look at me, do you think I need to pay for some action? I’m not some low-life perv who likes to take advantage of desperate, naive young things like you. This isn’t some low-budget porno.

You see where we are right now, right? I do live in the same neighborhood as those snooty 1%ers who brushed you off of their porches like a pest. Unlike them, I actually want to do something good with my capital. That’s all.

Fifty grand is just a Drop in the bucket for me… I promise, hon. You’re not inconveniencing me at all.

I’m serious. Take a look around. Use this as an opportunity to gain your bearings and calm down for a minute. You’ve collected all the money you need. You’re work is done. You can relax. Take a seat, even. Yep, the sofa’s fine… I’m not afraid of some “poor’s cooties” or whatever.

Ew, I hate that I just said that. But I mean it. You have no need or reason to be intimidated by me just because I have stupid-money. The point that I’m trying to make here… Is that I live all alone, no pets or kids or anything, in this big, expensive house. I’m not hurting for cash… And, you know, sometimes my life feels a little empty like this… If anything, you’re doing me a favor, just being here, letting me help you.

Come on, you’re so stiff… Stretch out that little neck a bit. Let your shoulders rest… Breathe… It’s not a crime to look around and admire my home – I know it’s disgustingly beautiful.

White marble countertops, floors, walls… It makes the space a touch echoey, but it looks classy as hell, right? … Mhm… The marble continues up the stairs too, but, oh, what’s that? An elevator. Do I need one? Absolutely not. But I have one anyway. Just because I can afford it.

And to your left, my kitchen. Spacious, high tech… A large island in the center with a built-in trash compactor and compost-bin…. And the outrageously copious cabinets that stretch from the floor to the ceiling… That center portion, right there, that’s the fridge. A smart fridge, of course.

I… Hope it isn’t inappropriate to “flex”… I just realized it might seem like I’m rubbing it in or something… I just hoped that speaking candidly about my situation would help you feel a little more at ease… A little more comfortable accepting my money. I don’t want to send you off in a frazzled frenzy, when you’re carrying a large amount of cash, I hope you can understand what I’m getting at.

So stay here as long as you need, just until you’re calm and cool enough to make it back home. And don’t think you can try to fool me, hon, you don’t have a great poker face.

Try to relax…

Lay your head back on the sofa… Look up at my vaulted ceilings. Isn’t that just disgusting? Pretentiously painted in “periwinkle blue” and everything. When I’ve had a long, tiring day, I like to lounge on this sofa, just like you’re doing now, lean my head back, and just stare into the blank, blue ceiling… All the way up there… Like a distant, boundless sky or deep ocean… Like I’m allowing my mind to “blue-screen”, so to speak. Maybe it can help you relax, too. No worries if not, it’s just the best way I know how to try to help you relax, at least.

Now… Would it be most helpful to you if I stepped out and let you have some alone time, or… Do you like my yapping?

… Well, alright, then, not a problem

Let’s see…

Well… If you don’t mind me asking… When I answered the door, you looked so nervous. Like, more nervous than a shy little thing would already be, knocking on a stranger’s door to ask for money… Yes, hesitant. But I could also detect… Dejected acceptance, like a downtrodden willingness to do…. Well… What were you going to do, exactly?

… Whatever I want?? Are you implying what I think you’re implying?

… Honey.

Honey, honey, honey. My word, you depress me! You need to start asking what you want to do.

… Well, for starters… You are here in the first place to collect money for your tuition… So it must be important to you, yeah? What are you studying?

… Oh wow, we need more people like you, hon, that makes me want to give you more money.

Seriously, I don’t need anything in return. I know not many people are willing to give away so much money for free, but, I am, and I suggest you accept it, hon.

Otherwise, I fear what sort of trouble you might get yourself into… And you need to preserve your energy for your studies, sweetheart.

I mean, get your bag, if you were willing to work for your tuition like that, but I don’t know, at least to me, you don’t seem like the type who can handle whoring yourself out like that… Do you, know, how much you might have had to… do… To raise enough money for college?

… You don’t get out much, do you…? Is that really how you think the world works…?

Oh, you poor, precious thing…

Oh, or… Have you been taken advantage of like that before….?

Either way… You’re such a pitiful little thing… I can’t help but want to make everything a little easier for you.

Aww…. Honey…. You’re shaking…. What’s going on? You’re supposed to be relaxing, not… I feel like you’re getting worse… Is it something I’ve said? I’m sorry….

Oh… Ohh! … Oh……. Or… Is it just… What you want to happen..?

…That’s a rather perverted and unrealistic expectation…

Sorry, hon, I have objections against… Essentially paying for intimacy like that. I have nothing against it, it’s just… It makes me feel… Predatory. The thought of using our financial disparity as a means to manipulate you–

No I’m serious, I don’t need anything at all from you. This is just my act of kindness for the day.

You seem like a good little thing, I just find myself wanting to support you. Nothing more than that, though. No offense. I just don’t think you fully understand what it entails to sell your body to a stranger who doesn’t have your well-being at heart. To be fully honest, you seem.. rather… Naive.

Oh shhhhhh, hon, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m just trying to set you up for success. I’m quite worried for you… Entering strangers’ homes with thoughts like these… You’re going to get yourself hurt. These situations never go how you think or hope they will.

You might as well scrap all of those thoughts and hopes.

Shhhhhh, I promise you, hon, I just want to help you. You can relax… Keep looking up into my nice, calming, blue ceiling. Let’s get you all calmed down so we can get you on your way home, okay?

And I’ll do whatever you need to help you loosen up a bit. Would you like me to scoot a little closer?

…

There, there, hon… It’s alright… We’ve got some time…

Is it okay that I’m rubbing your arm like this?

A gentle touch should help calm you down…

…. What’s keeping you so riled up…. Hm?

Are you feeling guilty for accepting so much money without favor?

Oh, I didn’t realize it was something that would make you so uncomfortable… I suppose I understand… I suppose I might a a bit out of touch… With the weight of money… Like I said, to me, it’s like a Drop in the bucket… But I suppose to you… The price of a college tuition is rather… Well, literally… Life changing, huh?

I’m sure you would be willing to do many things for something like that.

The weight of $50,000 sinking into your pocket… Must be heavy…

I can relate to that burden… I have too much money. I’m honestly quite relieved you found yourself on my doorstep. Think of it as you, helping me carry this weight…

So it’s not free money… It’s just a transfer of weight… We’re helping each other~

In fact, why don’t I give you some more, even?

You already have all the money you need…. But I have no problem giving you more. You deserve it. I want you to have it.

I mean, most people wouldn’t complain upon receiving this much money~… But maybe this hesitant quality of yours is what makes me want to give it to you in the first place, you know? You’re sweet. I like you.

I’m just going to put the first 50k here on your lap… And here’s… Another 50k.

I know, I know I only doubled your burden… Doubled the weight on your lap… Just keep looking at my calming blue ceiling… Or close your eyes, if that helps you relax better. Try to reframe this weight as something nice. Something relaxing – helping you sink down into the nice, comfy couch…

And breathe, honey. In… Let me feel your tummy expand, hon– And purse your lips to blow it all out… Deflating your tummy back down.

In… Expand your tummy into my hand– And blow it out.

In… … Out…

Keep breathing like that… Nice and slow… Nice and controlled… You’re in control.

You’re looking more peaceful already~

Happy, even… As I rub your thigh… You like that?

Hmm… You really do have an aura, you know… I can’t describe it… I don’t quite know what it is… That makes me want to spoil you~…

Maybe it’s your bashful reactions… Infecting my brain with the desire to squeeze more of them out of you…

Maybe it’s the expressions in between these rosy little cheeks… Or the way you’ve transformed since you entered my home, from a stiff, shy little thing, to a relaxed couch-cutie~

..Ah, screw it– Here’s 50k more, ‘kay?

$150,000… And it still doesn’t feel like enough… And I think I know why that is…

It’s because… Well, I know there’s something else you want. You told me.

I suppose I am denying you of your wish… What you truly came here for…

You’re a selfish little one, aren’t you~? Coming into my lovely home, asking for money… And hoping for more.

Do you even need the money, or is this all a ruse for sex~?

That’s very dangerous, you know… You are extremely lucky you came to me, to receive what you really needed… A scolding.

Although, there isn’t really much more I can say that I haven’t already… And that didn’t stop you, did it? There’s just no convincing you, huh?

The principled part of me is telling me to escort you out here and now… Consequences be damned.

But it’s that damn aura of yours. It compels me want to give you what you want.

Like my hand is moving independently from myself… Rubbing… Moving inward on your thigh… What have you got in your pants, huh? Some kind of magnet~?

Let’s find out…

(PANTS UNZIP)

Wow… How long was this building up~?

(WET NOISES)

This is what you really wanted, huh? Why didn’t you just say so?

Did you think asking for such an ambitious amount of money was easier than asking someone to touch you?

Did you feel stuck? Sinking into my sofa, under the crushing weight of copious cash… Feeling the situation slip out of your control, further and further away from your intended goal…

Well… Allow me to make it up to you, dear.

I suppose… If this is what you wanted to happen anyway, I’m not taking advantage… I’m merely consenting to your wishes… Alleviating your guilt of accepting all this money~

… You will accept it, right?

Let me help you.

Not that I need your permission, of course… Since this is what you wanted… Perhaps not.. quite like this…

What did you expect to happen, hm~?

For me to dangle the cash over your head… Baiting you to Obey for a sweet reward? Withholding it until you comply… No matter how filthy the act is.

What if I enjoyed you too much and just… Kept you all for myself, hm? Refused to let you go. I could more than afford it. And you wouldn’t have to worry about college ever again~

Or those nasty people out there who put these filthy ideas into your head.

I don’t know what you expect from me.

I can’t “corrupt” you when you’re already so dirty-minded.

You perverted little thing.

Did you really mean it when you said you’d do anything I wanted?

Anything.

You’d let me buy your tongue, own it, and play with it just like any other toy? … Hours… On end?

I mean, I suppose you can see how well I keep all of my other belongings.

But still… Have you ever actually done something like that before?

Licked and licked and licked and licked… Through jaw cramps, ass swipes, and traces of piss?

Did you ever stop to think to consider that?

There are many, sick, twisted cravings crawling around in so many peoples’ heads… Things a naive little thing like you could never imagine all on your own. And when you offer to fulfill them for a price, people will feel entitled to receive exactly what they paid for.

So tell me… Do you think $150,000 is worth your entire life? (kiss)

Maybe I’m just out of touch with people your age these days, and I unfairly judged you. Pegged you for being all innocent and sweet.

But really, you just wanted to get fucked up beyond your imagination. Or have you factored in such things?

Just how far does your degeneracy go?

You disgusting little thing. (WET NOISES SPEED UP)

Yeah… That’s what you really are. A pervert and a liar.

Playing it as a shy facade, to cover up the conniving little conspiracy.

You can stop lying to me, hon… At least make me feel like I’m still helping you.

You can Drop the charade of the guileless, gullible child.

You wanted this.

You expected it. More. Worse.

You are more lucky than you know, that I decided to to be charitable today.

You’d still be out on that pretentious street, untouched, and empty-pocketed.

Or worse, enslaved to some cruel and uncaring master… Or dead.

I don’t even know if you would find that to be worse than keeping your bright-eyed youth and flexible future.

Yeah… I think you like being stripped of that powerful freedom.

You just want to be a plaything… Don’t you?

You don’t want to have to think about what’s right or wrong… Where your own boundaries lie… You just want someone else to take care of it all for you. To make you feel good.

Are you feeling good right now~?

Shhhh, you don’t have to answer that. Remember? You don’t want to have to do anything yourself. Like asking strangers for money instead of earning it yourself. Like letting them use you however they want. Let me help you. Like you want.

(WET NOISES STOP) Adding my weight onto your lap, the weight of the money seems much less significant now, doesn’t it? I told you I’d help you feel better about carrying all this money~

You can barely even tell it’s there now… When your lap feels a more prominent sensation… My warm, soft thighs pressing down onto it, under my dress… And I work from home, so sometimes I don’t wear underwear.

Just like today~ (kiss)

Another point towards your luck today~ (kiss)

And add another… For my breasts squishing into your chest every time I lean in to whisper into your ear~ (kiss)

It feels so nice~ (kiss)

Now, you can keep your eyes closed, if you still want to pretend you’re too shy to look, or… Asleep, or whatever a little degenerate like you fantasizes about…

Just let me do all of the work… Let me help you… Part these little lips open… So I can feed you… A nipple

Yeah… No need for a bra either… It’s as easy for me to slip a boob out of my v-neck as it is to slip money out of my purse… As easy as it is for thoughts to slip out of the head of a little pent-up pervert like you~

No thoughts, just suck…

It’s okay if you can’t move your tongue or lips very much. This isn’t about my pleasure… It’s about yours. The soft, warm, round breast pressing into your face… Overflowing out of your mouth and hugging your cheeks… The addictive texture of my nipple, growing firmer against your wet tongue… The fact that I didn’t ask before I shoved it inside of you~

That’s exactly what you wanted. And you’re lucky that I chose something so tame.

Even thought what you want is abuse… That’s just not who I am~

I hope my gentle touch will suffice~

Playing with your hair with one hand… And dragging the other down your chest… Snaking down in between our bodies… Down… Down… Down… Back into your lap… (WET NOISES)

To finish what it started~

It’s gotten a lot warmer down here… It feels nice~… Our converging heat, locked into place under my dress… Hot-boxing in our own vapors~

Our intimate areas are practically touching each other already, with the thick, musky steam… A Special mixture of our moisture…

Almost as thick as the tension… The force from your magnetic aura down there, pulling.. me.. in..

To rub my pussy against your–

(INTERRUPTED BY KNOCKING, WET NOISES STOP) –Oh shit… My housekeepers are here. Where did the time go…?

Well, we can’t present such an indecent scene to my staff…

Oh, here, let me help you with that…. (PANTS ZIP)

Now… I’m going to gather up all my money, dear… And take it back.

Well, I did tell you my boundaries, pretty clearly, hon. I don’t pay for sex.

It was one or the other, hon. You made your choice.

And I went out of my way to give you what you wanted. But other matters require my attention now.

Stand up. Get up. I’ll help you to the door…

But that’s the last thing I’ll be doing for you. I need you to leave now. (DOOR OPENS, OUTSIDE SFX RETURN)

And please, never come back. (DOOR CLOSES)