I never thought I'd end up doing something like this, but here I was, about to sell my body for a hundred bucks. I guess you could say I was desperate for money. It wasn't like I was a prostitute or anything; I just needed some quick cash, and an opportunity presented itself in the most unexpected way.

It started when I was walking home from work, feeling exhausted and frustrated. My cheap apartment was located in a seedy part of town, and I often felt like I was just scraping by. As I passed a dimly lit alley, a man's voice called out, "Hey, beautiful. Wanna make some easy money?"

I turned to see a tall, dark-haired guy leaning against the brick wall. He had an intense look in his eyes, and there was something about him that made me both nervous and intrigued. I approached him cautiously, trying to appear confident. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice steady despite my racing heart.

"I'll pay you a hundred dollars if you let me fuck you," he said, his voice low and husky. I was shocked by his bluntness, but there was an excitement bubbling inside me that I couldn't ignore. I needed the money, and the thought of getting paid for sex was strangely enticing.

"Are you serious?" I replied, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"As serious as a heart attack," he said with a smirk. "I just want a good time, no strings attached. You look like you could use some fun too."

I bit my lip, considering the offer. I knew it was risky, but the idea of having control over my body and getting paid for it was empowering. "Okay," I heard myself say, surprising even myself. "But I have some rules."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"First, we do it my way. I'm in charge. And second, you wear a condom. No exceptions." I wanted to make sure I was safe and in control of the situation.

The man grinned, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. "Fair enough. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Let's go to my place. It's just around the corner."

I followed him through the alley, my heart pounding. His place turned out to be a dingy motel room, but I didn't care about the surroundings. The anticipation was killing me. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pulled me close, his strong hands gripping my hips.

"Let's get that price right," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck. He reached into his wallet and counted out ten crisp hundred-dollar bills, placing them in my hand. The feel of the money sent a thrill through my body. I knew I was crossing a line, but it felt exhilarating.

I tucked the money into my bra, letting it rest against my bare skin. "Now it's time to pay up," I said, taking charge. I pushed him onto the bed and began to undress him slowly, reveling in the power I held over this stranger. His eyes were dark and hungry, watching my every move.

I kissed my way down his chest, teasing him with my tongue. His breath was coming in sharp gasps as I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him gently, enjoying the feeling of power and the money I'd earned.

"Please, baby, don't tease," he begged, his voice raw with desire. I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted. I lowered myself onto my knees, taking his length into my mouth, savoring the taste and texture of him. His hands gripped my hair, guiding me as I sucked him with abandon.

After a while, I climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. I reached into my purse and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with my teeth. I rolled it onto him, then positioned myself above his throbbing dick, teasing the tip with my wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I rode him with slow, deliberate movements, feeling every inch of him inside me. His hands gripped my thighs, urging me on as I bounced up and down, moaning with pleasure.

The room echoed with the sounds of our passion—the wet slapping of our bodies, our desperate gasps for breath. I leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest, as I fucked him with all my might. His hands gripped my ass, helping me ride him harder and faster.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out as my orgasm built to an intense peak. I rode him through my climax, feeling his cock pulsate inside me as he filled the condom with his hot seed.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our hearts racing. He reached up and wiped a strand of hair from my face, his expression softening. "That was incredible. You're incredible."

I smiled, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and guilt. "It was fun," I admitted. "But I can't do this again. It was a one-time thing."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I get it. You're a special girl, Grace. And I'm glad I got to experience this with you."

I dressed quickly, my mind racing. As I turned to leave, he called out, "Hey, Grace. Keep the money. You earned it."

I took the cash, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I knew I had crossed a line, but the thrill of the experience and the power I'd felt were unlike anything I'd ever known. I walked out of that motel room a changed woman, with a secret I would never forget.

From that day on, I couldn't shake the feeling of empowerment I'd discovered. I knew I'd never do it again, but the memory of that night would forever remind me of my own strength and the pleasure that came with taking control