The Arrangement - Sex Stories

The Arrangement

... stammered, her painted lashes fluttering as tears stung her eyes. Daniel shook his head. “You can’t afford it, can you?” “No,” she uttered, shamefaced. “I booked a viewing to see if it was possible to…urm…add a second bed or a bunk.” “Sub-let?” Ruth shifted awkwardly. “I want to live here, but I need help with the cost.” “My advert specifies one person,” he reminded her, his irritation evident. “The contract is for one, the bills are worked out around one, the gym…” “I know. I’m sorry.” Looking up, she saw her own dejected face reflected in Daniel’s glasses. “Look, I know it’s cheeky, but is there any room for negotiation?” “On the rent?” Daniel snorted. “This is a prime location. The rent is what it is.” Ruth shrugged, “I had to ask.” Suddenly the floodgates opened and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Hey, don’t cry.” Daniel’s tone softened. “You’ll make those pretty blues all red.” He fished a clean linen handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it to Ruth.” “Thank you,” she sniffed, forcing a smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit emotional. I’ve been given notice to leave my flat. I hate living there, I’ll be glad to see the back of it, but I’ve only got a week to find somewhere else.” “And?” Ruth folded the handkerchief and handed it back. “I can’t find anywhere affordable. Nothing. I thought with no transport costs and if I shared…” “I can’t allow sub-letting, sorry.” Daniel looked her up and down, pity in his eyes. He played with the keys in his hands, twisting them, ...

... turning them, clearly mulling something over. “I’ll be on my way,” Ruth breathed. “I’m sorry I wasted your time.” “Wait. Ruth.” He hesitated, his gaze returning to the wild curls cascading down to her shoulders. “I may have a solution to your problem.” Ruth’s eyes sparkled. “Really? What?” “Tell me, can you keep secrets?” “Pardon?” “Simple enough question. Can you keep things to yourself?” “I’m not sure I understand why you’re asking?” she frowned. “But, yes.” “Good. Are you open minded?” “I guess so. Why?” “Prudish?” Panic flapped fledgling wings. “Where’s this leading?” Daniel stroked his chin. “Ruth, I think you and I can come to an arrangement.” Folding her arms across her chest, she cocked her head. “Go on.” Daniel leaned back against the wall. He ogled Ruth’s body, leering at her soft curves and rounded mounds. His gaze lingered on her slender legs before slowly traveling back to her face. “I’m waiting,” she prompted. “Here’s the deal. I’ll give you a fifty percent reduction on the rent in exchange for certain…favours.” “Favours? What favours?” Placing his iPad on the kitchen worktop, Daniel stepped towards her. “What do you think?” “Sex?” Ruth gaped. “Who do you think you are?” “Someone who’s trying to help you.” Daniel stroked her shoulder then, gently, his fingertips traced her collar bone. “It’s an excellent deal.” “For a whore! I’m not for sale!” Ruth slapped his hand away and charged for the door. “Get off me,” she shrieked as Daniel grabbed her wrist. He released her ...