As the title says, looking for a quick and dirty roleplay. If you're interested send me a chat! Feel free to bring your own ideas, but below are some I thought of.

Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?" (TL;DR: Prostitution. That's it.)

Gangbangs: An Economic Alternative to Fertility Treatments- You and your husband have been struggling to get pregnant. You've thought about fertility treatments, but they're far to expensive, and insurance won't cover them. You thought about adoption, but when you were in college, you got caught with a little weed, and now the agencies won't write you back. It has been challenging, but you and your husband are intent on finding a solution. One day, he comes to you with an idea. It's not perfect, but there's a chance it might work, and a chance is all you need. The two of you send invites to all your most eligible friends. Friday night. 8:00 p.m. The hotel on W. Main street. Please don't be late. Three friend's show up, and you invited the bellboy, a handsome young man, plus your husband makes five. That should be plenty. The five men sit around in the hotel room, waiting patiently. You take a deep breath as you gather your nerves, and step out into the bathroom wearing your favorite lingerie. This is your chance. Make it count. (TLDR: Gangbang, impregnate, you and your husband host a gangbang to try and get you pregnant)

Dating a Couple- "How's date night going?" I text my wife, as I head into the bar to meet up with some friends. She responds with a selfie, the two of you at the restaurant. She's wearing an one shoulder green dress, her red hair pulled back behind her shoulders. "I think I might get lucky ;)" she jokes. I smile as I respond. "Looks fancy, have fun and keep me updated!" I put my phone down, and order a beer. We met you a few months ago. At first it was a one night fling, a married couple experimenting with a younger woman. But one night turned to two, and two nights turned to one on one time, and one on one time turned into weekly date nights. Nothing is perfect, but this feels pretty good. An hour later, another photo. The two of you sharing a chocolate lava cake, the half empty glass of red wine next to you. "A sweet evening." She says. Another hour later, a video. I almost press play before remembering I'm in public. I excuse myself to the bathroom. It's a POV from my wife, stretched out naked on our bed, your face nestled between her legs. She moans as she gently pushes your hair back behind your ear. "Oh fuck," she whispers. Her text says "Proof I can have fun without you ;)" I smile. I'm glad you're having fun. Maybe I'll take you both out on a date next week. (TLDR: Polyamory, Unicorn, Loving and supportive couple date a slightly younger woman.)

High End Real Estate- You've always been the best at whatever you do. It doesn't matter what it is, running in the park, tests in college, hell, even fucking, you always worked your ass off to be the best. So when you decided to go into real estate, you weren't looking for the flexible hours or the joy of finding someone their perfect home, you did it because you knew you could do it better than anyone else. And you were right. It wasn't long before you were selling to top end clients, making multi-million dollar sales. You weren't connecting people to homes, but businesses to sky scrapers, or billionaires to estates. You were the best, and you knew it. Today you were showing a young tech mogul around a pent house in the city. His company was opening an office down town and he wanted a place to spend the night when here was here. He's charming and handsome, giving off the effortless charm of someone who knows what they're worth. You give him the tour, showing him the state of the art appliances and world-class view. "Now, you're not the first person I've shown this too," you tell him, "And there's already a small bidding war going on, so if you want to make an offer, you'll have to come in over asking." He smiles. Not a problem. Then he puts a hand on your waist. "How much to get the apartment, AND you?" You've heard these things before, usually as sexist little jokes from older billionaires, but this is different. He's not joking, he's asking. You get 5% of every sale you make. Everyone has a price. He's asking you to name yours. (TL;DR: High Class, Wealthy, Paying You)