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It was a simple deal.
Make me money, and our landlord won't find out about your little OnlyFans.
Was it cruel? Sure. A little.
But Daniela was a messy roommate. And a cunt. And Manon didn't really like her style.
She came off as spoiled. Bratty. Self-righteous. All the qualities Manon didn't particularly like in a person.
Logically, she knows she'd misunderstood the younger girl. But first impressions are hard to shake off.
So when you meet a new girl, and you're excited to get to know her, but get brutally shut down by her nasty attitude, it doesn't really matter if she was in a foul mood because of her ex that day.
What matters is that she was a total cunt that gave you the cold shoulder, as you hurled all her stuff and boxes into her bedroom. And didn't even say thank you.
That day stuck with Manon. She remembers calling up Sophie in a panic, confirming all her fears about her new roommate had proven to be true.
So, even if Daniela had toned it down since then, save for a few disputes over house chores, there was a bitter taste left in Manon's mouth.
One that she couldn't shake off, one that plagued her mind and made her vindictive. One that had pushed her into an uncharacteristic display of cruelty when she'd struck gold.
She was just searching for something to watch. Some cute moans and whimpers to accompany her own, to help push her over the edge.
That's when she'd stumbled across a headless profile picture.
LatinaTemptress
How corny. She'd clicked it anyway.
It was a promo account on Twitter. The girl only posted up to 2 minutes of footage, with a teasing click the link in my bio for the full vid.
The link redirected Manon to her OnlyFans.
And that was... That sure was something. The preview was only a few faceless nudes. But it was enough. And the subscription fee didn't look totally unreasonable.
It looked like a solid investment of Manon's adult money. Free will, and all.
She'd impulsively clicked Subscribe, added her card info and prayed to God her bank records wouldn't have her perversion printed out on them at the end of the year.
The videos were even better. The girl had a body that was crafted by the gods. Legs for days, strong thighs, delicious hips and an even more tantalizing ass. And her muscles. Toned biceps that bulged with the effort of trying to make herself cum, abs that tensed with the force of her orgasms.
But then, after Manon was done, after her brain was free to focus on anything other than her needs, she'd caught it. A poster on the wall of the dim room. A fucking tasteless Playboi Carti poster, one that was placed on the exact same spot that Daniela had forced her to hang it, on that godforsaken move-in day.
And then, the rest of the picture had come together. Because, as the girl shook with her orgasm, she'd gotten a little sloppy. She'd let the bottom half of her face show on her shitty webcam, and Manon caught the unmistakable shape of Daniela's overlined lips in the grainy frame.
There's no way.
Manon shook her head, trying to physically unsee the evidence. But then, she'd rewinded the video, and she'd heard that raspy tone, the one Daniela's voice adopted whenever she wanted to get her way. What movie to watch, what take-out place to order from.
It was beyond any doubt, Daniela.
She'd sat with that information for days. She'd sputtered and flinched like an idiot around Daniela for the rest of that week, but thankfully the girl was too caught up in her own world to pay her any mind.
She'd lost sleep over it. Tossing and turning, stuck between feeling powerful and feeling like a pervert. Because admitting she knew about it, would mean admitting she'd watched it. And that gave Daniela the upper hand.
She'd decided to shelve it. To take it to the grave with her, like she'd do with many other secrets. Like that one night, where Sophia and her had forgotten they were friends. Or that one drunken make-out session with Sophie, that they never ended up talking about.
But then, she'd lost her job. Over some rich white girl with a shoplifting problem. Because apparently she wasn't just a cashier at the make-up store, she was also meant to be on security duty. Bastards. They'd fired her without a care in the world.
And she wasn't like Daniela. She didn't have a trust fund supporting her dreams. She had a few hundreds in her pocket, and a few, slowly forming collections that would soon get her her first modeling gig.
But she'd have to wait at least a month until then. And that meant she wouldn't have enough to pay her half of the rent for this month. And that meant borrowing from her mom, and she didn't want to do that, because then she'd have to listen to her rant about how she should've never left home to pursue her dreams.
And then, Daniela had clogged the shower drain with her hair, and forgot to do the dishes. And stayed up way too late, screaming on the phone at the ex she was definitely over.
It wasn't much, but the timing was terribly wrong. Manon was under severe stress, a total of 3 hours of sleep nightly, and her eye had started doing that thing where it twitches for the entirety of her day without any real reason.
She wasn't thinking. Neither logically, nor morally.
But Daniela had accidentally managed to get on each and every one of her last nerves, and their very conservative, very republican landlord would be coming to collect his rent very soon.
She'd tried the nice route.
"Hey, I'm having a bit of trouble this month, you know I lost my job and-"
"Not my problem, girl."
Daniela's snark had left her no choice.
"You know, I wonder what Mr. Jones would think about your job."
"I don't have a job Manon, what are you talking about?"
"Come on, babe, give yourself some credit. What you do for a living is no small feat. Squirting like that on camera for your fans?"
Daniela's face had gone paler than paper.
"W-What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. We both know he's a pervert that definitely lurks on there. You've seen how he looks at us. Maybe I should recommend him your account. God knows his wife ain't doing it right."
That had gotten her a slap. It had also gotten her what she wanted.
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"I'm just asking for a little help on rent. But since you decided to be such a bitch about it, I had to pull out the big guns."
"Fine. Just keep your mouth shut about the OnlyFans."
"What OnlyFans?" Manon had smirked, miming zipping her mouth closed as Daniela had slumped back on the couch in relief.
"You're a sick fuck."
"And you're a stuck up bitch."
And that was the start of their deal. Manon looked for a job in the meantime, even landing her first few modeling jobs. But they paid dust. She barely got by and so, she'd occasionally need a little help from Daniela's side hustle.
Nothing too serious, just an extra 50$ to pitch in for her share of the rent.
As the months went by, she'd need less and less financial help, but her involvement in the younger girl's side hustle didn't fade.
It only got blurrier.
Since it was now out in the open that Manon was a subscriber, a fan even, she had feedback. And she had requests.
She'd get on Daniela's ass about her moans sounding too rehearsed, or her video concepts getting repetitive.
She'd even buy her toys she wanted to see her use on herself.
Oddly enough, Daniela didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, Manon's criticism only spurred her on. To try new stuff. To go bigger. To reach her body's limits.
What had started off as shitty blackmail had slowly morphed into a perverted collaboration. An utter violation of boundaries that neither of them seemed to care about.
Manon would take Daniela's promotional pictures for her. Since she was now kind of a model, she knew all about angles and lighting and stuff photographers would talk her ear off over.
Daniela trusted Manon's vision.
She'd bend over, arch her back, push up her tits every which way Manon directed her to.
And the pics always looked good. Her account had leveled up from amateur to slightly more professional, thanks to the older girl and the DSLR camera a photographer had given her.
A few months passed, the silent agreement still there, an unaddressed elephant in the room.
Then came the drought.
Daniela's account hit a plateau. She wasn't growing as fast as she used to, no matter how much she had upped the quality of her content.
It wasn't the end of the world. But it was a little unfair. And it was making her a little irritable.
"Manon," She huffed one day, placing her newly purchased MacBook on the coffee table of their living room before throwing herself on the couch dejectedly.
"The new stuff isn't doing as good. What are we doing wrong?" She questioned, genuinely bummed.
"I'm afraid the sick fucks are starting to take your work for granted, baby. You upped the quality without upping the prices, so now they think they're just entitled to premium content." Manon explained matter of factly, sitting down on the couch and placing Daniela's feet on her lap.
They weren't friends. They also weren't not friends. Blackmail tends to bring people close.
"I'm not doing any butt stuff, I don't care how hard times get." Daniela declared, afraid Manon was about to suggest trying something new for engagement.
"I don't think that's the point. I think you need a new angle." Manon suggested, ready to pitch her new business idea.
"As in?"
"As in literally, a new angle. The webcam is cute and all but it doesn't capture everything." She explained, slowly massaging Daniela's calves as she looked at the ceiling, considering it for a moment.
"What are you getting at?"
"I could, you know, film for you." Manon offered, nonchalantly.
"Really?" Daniela shot up, a little giddy at the prospect of not having to worry about angling her body and covering her face. It was a tiring process, one that got her in her head and delayed her orgasm.
"Woah, don't wet your panties, Avanzini. At least not yet." Manon winked, as Daniela grabbed her face and started planting pecks all over it, going as far as to give her a peck on the lips.
They paused. Slowly broke apart. Kept ignoring it.
They got to filming it a few days later, in Daniela's bedroom.
They decided to do a practice run, before actually recording the video. Manon hooked up her DSLR to the laptop, using it as a monitor as she started trailing the lens over Daniela's body.
"Fuck, you look so hot." She mumbled behind the camera, praising the girl as she showed off her new lingerie set. Borrowed from Manon, aka borrowed from a recent shoot she'd done.
"Come here," Daniela beckoned with her finger, instructing Manon to straddle the bed on her knees and point the camera below her chin, as she splayed herself on the mattress.
"How do I look?" She asked, just to feed her ego. Just to hear Manon's breath hitch.
"You look good." Manon affirmed, checking out her body through the camera's lens.
"You know," Daniela started.
"You were right." She trailed a finger down her stomach, teasing the waistband of the underwear, getting horny at the mere thought of Manon having worn these before her.
"About?" Manon asked, focused on how much the lens seemed to love Daniela.
"About needing to go harder. To do more." She breached the underwear, teasing herself with the tip of her index finger, gathering a bit of slick before bringing her hand back out, smearing her arousal on her navel.
"Have you heard about POV porn?" She asked, distractedly spreading the wetness on her pale skin.
Manon nearly choked on her own spit, coughing and shaking the camera.
"What about it?"
"I think," Daniela started, trailing her hands up to tease her nipples through the fabric of the lacy bralette.
"I think the fans want more. I think they want to see what it'd be like to fuck me. And I think, you can help them experience that."
"You want me to fuck you?" Manon raised an interested eyebrow, regaining a bit of her bravado.
"I want you to ruin me." Daniela challenged, spreading her legs wider, showing off the damp patch on the lace that was barely covering her.
"I've seen how you look at me," She kept going, Manon's pulse beating erratically between her legs at the dirty talk.
"You act like you hate me, but you stare like you want to eat me out."
"I can multi-task." Manon shot back, her grip tightening on the camera.
"See, I think that's bullshit. You're too wet for me to hate me." She reached forward in a flash, cupping Manon through the thin material of her sleep shorts, feeling the palpable heat between her legs.
Manon groaned, unconsciously pointing the camera down to where Daniela was touching her.
The latina rubbed a couple, teasing circles, just enough to make the older girl's hips jump, before settling back down, taking off her bra.
"Come here." She asserted softly, moving to take the camera from Manon's hands and point it at the older girl as she leaned down to take a nipple in her mouth.
Unbeknownst to Manon, Daniela pressed record, filming her starved expression as she wrapped her lips around her nipple and sucked vigorously.
"So pretty for me." She praised, threading a hand in her hair to guide her head as she kept going.
"You wanna eat my pussy baby?" She asked teasingly.
Manon nodded, dazed and out of her right mind at the sight and feel of Daniela under her.
Daniela lifted her hips, taking off the ruined panties before shoving them in Manon's face, making her smell her arousal.
Manon's eyes rolled backwards, drifting shut.
Daniela grabbed the side of her face, pointing the camera at her slanted eyes and the desperate look in them.
"Come on baby, go down. Show them how it's done." She encouraged while slowly pushing Manon's head lower, guiding the girl to settle between her spread thighs.
Manon kissed down her body eagerly, reaching down and hooking Daniela's legs over her shoulders.
She used her fingers to spread the girl open, her clit peeking out.
She dove in, sucking the soft flesh inside her mouth and closing her eyes, humming at the taste.
"Fuck Manon, right there." Daniela egged on, making sure to say her name out loud for the incriminating footage, as the older girl ate her out like a starved animal, oblivious.
Manon doubled her efforts, her tongue doing wonders on Daniela, as she brought two fingers up to her entrance, entering her with little resistance, making her throw her head back and nearly drop the camera.
"You look so good on camera." She teased, zooming in on the girl's face.
Manon's brain caught up.
A sudden alarm rang inside her pussydrunk brain, kickstarting it as she heard Daniela try to muffle her giggles, mischievously.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She shot up from between the latina's legs, her face slick and panicked.
She reached over, trying to tear the camera out of Daniela's grasp, but the younger girl was too fast.
She hit the record button again, ending their little homemade movie, before delivering a nasty kick to Manon's sternum, knocking the wind out of her and getting up to transfer the footage on her laptop.
The footage was already saved.
She disconnected the camera and locked the laptop in her drawer, as Manon got up from the floor, rubbing her sore head and preparing to launch at her.
"Uh uh," Daniela tutted, grinning from ear to ear.
"Not so fast bitch." She taunted, enjoying the look of Manon's nostrils flaring in anger.
"What the fuck did you do? Delete that shit now!" Manon huffed, helpless.
"I'm keeping that. For myself, mostly. But it'd be such a shame if someone else got a hold of that footage, wouldn't it? Imagine what your manager would say..." She trailed off, giving Manon a taste of her own, fucked up medicine.
"Are you fucking blackmailing me?" Manon's voice pitched higher, in hypocritical disbelief.
"Depends, are you willing to play nice and cut the bullshit about telling our landlord?"
"I cut that shit out months ago, Dani. You know I didn't mean that." She explained, revealing she'd been mostly bluffing this whole time.
"It sure didn't feel like it, when you held it over my head and made me help you with rent for months. Sorry for being a little apprehensive, I guess." Daniela exclaimed, equal parts relieved and angry at Manon playing it up for her own gain.
"You're right. That was wrong. I was barely scraping by, and I got worried over money and then you pissed me off and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have." Manon exhaled, admitting her fault.
"Damn right you shouldn't have." Daniela agreed, still pent up from the months long turmoil and their previous endeavor.
"You know how you can make it up to me, though?" She offered, watching Manon's guilty eyes shoot up at her, waiting anxiously.
"You can finish what you started." She looked pointedly down between her legs, signaling for Manon to get on her knees. To submit to her.
But Manon, no matter how apologetic, wasn't like that.
She shifted in place, moving her hands to take her shirt and sweatpants off, revealing abs that rivaled Daniela's.
She moved her neck from side to side, as if warming up for something.
"I'd rather put you through the mattress." She decided, before launching herself at the younger girl, and picking her up, making her wrap her legs around her waist as she carried her back to bed.
Daniela's surprise was quickly muffled by Manon's hungry lips, her body going pliant under the older girl. She squirmed a little, trying to gain some dominance, or friction, before Manon firmly pinned her to the mattress.
"Stay the fuck still." She commanded, before reaching over to her bedside drawer, pulling out the biggest toy, along with its matching harness.
She kept Daniela down with one hand as she buckled herself with the other, the toy bouncing between her legs, almost as eager as her.
She straddled Daniela's chest, threading a hand in her hair and thrusting into her mouth, making her gag.
"Get it wet for me baby." She instructed, thrusting roughly a couple times before pulling out and settling between her legs.
She gripped the head and guided it to her entrance, teasing her by rubbing it up and down, slapping it on her clit and making her whimper in anticipation.
She lined up and thrusted in, just the tip, letting her accommodate to the size, before pushing the rest of it in slowly.
Daniela gasped, looking up at her in awe. Manon smirked, before looking down to catch the length of the toy disappearing inside her roommate.
She gasped at the sight, moving her hips back and forth to watch it happen, again and again.
Daniela writhed under her, bucking her hips wildly to meet the thrusts.
Manon got frustrated. She pinned Daniela's hips to the mattress with both hands and leaned down to kiss her, picking up a furious pace inside her, her pelvis slapping on the underside of her thighs while the bed began to creak under the force.
"F-Fuck, Manon." Daniela gasped against her lips, grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her with even more fervor, trembling from the pleasure.
Manon snuck both hands under the girl's lithe waist, pulling her up into a sitting position, changing the angle to deliver even more delicious friction to the girl's G spot.
Daniela teared up from the roughness. She wrapped her hands around Manon's shoulders and held on for dear life, as the older girl gripped her hips and thrusted up, bullying her cervix.
"Fuck baby, you're so good for me." Manon praised as she sped up, skin slapping against skin brutally.
"You feel so good around me." She said, even though she couldn't really feel it. But she felt the resistance. She felt Daniela squeezing her, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm.
She kissed her again, swallowing her desperate moans. Daniela keened, grabbing her nape to keep their lips locked, needing the contact as she hastily reached her peak.
"M-Manon, pull out." She warned. "I'm gonna pee."
Manon understood immediately, her smirk widening. She pulled out halfway, bringing a hand down to rub at Daniela's clit furiously, four fingers delivering friction, back and forth.
Daniela tensed up, her thighs gripping Manon's hips viciously. She let out a pained sound, almost like a wounded animal, before she soaked Manon.
Slick spurted out of her in chaotic waves, wetting the strap, Manon's navel, her inner thighs and the bedsheets.
She almost slumped backwards, but Manon caught her, holding her close to her chest before placing her down gently on her pillow.
"You did so good for me." She praised her, staying inside for a bit as she laid on top of her, showering her with slow kisses.
Daniela whimpered under the tenderness of Manon's aftercare, coming down as gently as the older girl was handling her.
"So much for hating me." She smiled, tired but cocky, making Manon chuckle.
"No. No, I don't hate you. Your pussy's too tight for me to hate you." She joked, licking Daniela's ear, filthy and lustful.
"Manon, stop!"Daniela's giggle was interrupted by a moan under Manon's tongue on the shell of her ear, before she gently pushed her away by the shoulder, overwhelmed.
Manon understood. She pulled away, leaning back in to resume her softer kisses, helping Daniela calm down.
"Can I pull out?" She whispered in her ear, asking for permission.
"Y-Yes." Daniela breathed, holding in an inhale as Manon slowly pulled her hips back, taking off the toy and tossing it haphazardly on the floor as she returned back on top of Daniela, wrapping her in an all-consuming embrace.
She settled her head on Daniela's chest, sleepy and satisfied.
Daniela pet her hair for a brief moment, before yawning, exhaustion catching up to her.
As they drifted off to a peaceful sleep, Manon couldn't help but think that the shittiest thing she's ever done in her life, may have also been the best one.
Being nothing but a piece of shit had managed to get her laid. And so, she vowed to herself that she'd never do that again, not to Daniela. Not when she feels so good on her.
And because, at the end of the day, she was a semi-decent roommate.