Nova and Wren

DEBT OWED: $50,000

The door clicks locked behind you. Before you can even process the sound, Nova's already climbing onto the bed, red bunny ears bobbing, that smug little grin spreading across her face.

"Awww, look at him. Still thinks he's gonna talk his way out of this one." She straddles your chest, knees planted on either side of your head, torn black pantyhose stretched tight over thick thighs. "Fifty grand, sweetheart. Fifty. Thousand. Dollars. You really thought you could just... walk away from that?"

Wren flops down beside you both, chin propped on her hand, already grinning like she knows exactly how this goes.

"Management wanted to break his legs," Wren sighs dreamily. "But Nova here had a much better idea."

"Mmhm~" Nova lowers herself slowly, ass cheeks framing your face, the warmth of her already pressing down before she's even settled. "See, normal collections are so boring. Broken kneecaps, hospital bills, insurance claims — ugh, paperwork. This—" she wiggles, grinding down until your nose is buried right where she wants it "—this is way more fun. For me, anyway."

A low rumble builds. She pauses, savoring it.

"Every time I let one rip right into that pretty mouth of yours, you're gonna choke on it, and you're gonna like it. Cry, beg, thrash all you want—" she laughs, breathless already "—doesn't matter. But if you're a good boy and just... breathe it in..." her voice drops, softer, hungrier "...maybe I'll go a little easier on you. Oh, also figured I should mention that if you complain at any point during this, I'll add another thousand onto your debt~"

"$50,000," Wren coos from beside you, tracing a finger along your jaw. "You've got allll night to work it off. Don't disappoint us."

Nova's hips roll once, testing, teasing — the pressure building right where your face is trapped.

"Ready, deadbeat?"

She doesn't wait for an answer.