It was early morning when Viktor's phone rang. When he answered it, he was shocked to hear the news: Dusty Eaton had died. Without missing a beat, he woke up the whole family. They took the car and drove immediately to the Eaton home.

When they arrived, the scene was devastating:
Anabell and Esther were crying inconsolably, Dawn was in absolute shock, staring blankly, and Rusty was trying to calm the baby who wouldn't stop crying. A broken family. Dawn, now alone with four children. What a tragedy...

Olga didn't hesitate for a second and ran to Rusty, her best friend. They hugged each other tightly.
-The brakes... were worn out,” Rusty told her in a trembling voice. He went off the side of the road. He died instantly.

Olga caressed him tenderly.
-I'm going to stay with you for a few days, okay? I want to help you with everything.

 

Ash approves without hesitation. Viktor, on the other hand, decides to talk to Dawn. His instinct tells him that there's something wrong.

-The brakes on the car? -Viktor asks, with a raised eyebrow.
-It was an old truck... I told him a thousand times... -replies Dawn in a subdued tone, holding the baby. What a tragedy...

Viktor doesn't quite believe her.
-What a sudden death, isn't it?
-Yes... like Travis' at the cabin,” Dawn says, looking at him calmly. You don't know when your last day will be....

Those words were enough for Viktor. She did it. Dawn manipulated the brakes. She killed him. A cold, silent revenge for the death of her lover, Travis.

 

Days pass, and Olga stays close to Rusty. They share laughs, chats, sweet moments in the midst of grief.
-I'm not a virgin anymore,” she confesses to him one day, looking down. It was with Devon....
Rusty gets excited.
-What luck! I wish I was too...

But all is not calm. At school, De

von is annoyed with Olga.

-You've spent too little time with me,” he says possessively.
-Rusty lost his father, Dev.... I'm helping,” she replies, trying to calm him down.

He sighs and hugs her, clinging to her body.
-I've missed you so much.... -he whispers in her ear, as she clearly notices his erection. You make me so sick, baby.... Tonight, shall I see you?

-Yes, love. When I get out of the Spa.

 

That afternoon, Olga starts her internship at the Spa. She is introduced to Mathias, her teacher. A man of about 45, experienced and, why not say it, very attractive.

When Mathias sees her, his interest is palpable.
-If I want you to be the best, you have to know how to give a good massage, don't you? -he says in a suggestive tone. Take off your clothes and lie down.

Olga, nervous but excited, obeys. Mathias' hands are sure, firm, manly. He's not like the boys in high school. He's a real man.
When the massage is over, Olga leaves the Spa ecstatic. Her body is wet, her thoughts in turmoil. She doesn't understand why she reacted that way... but she did.

 

She arrives at Devon's house, upset and horny. Seeing him, she pounces on him and kisses him hungrily.

-I want to ride you,” she whispers in his ear.

Devon bites his lip.
-I want you to suck me first....

 

Olga obediently brings out her sexy side. She gives him intense fellatio, looking him straight in the eye. Devon moans, grabs her head tightly and finishes in her mouth. She tries to pull away, but he holds her tighter.
-I wanted you so badly... -he gasps.

Olga wipes herself, disappointed.
-I wanted to ride you...
-Baby,” he replies, smiling, ”you've kept me from fucking for three days!

 

As she pulls herself together, Devon comments:
-Don't worry so much about Rusty. He's in good hands... I'm going to fulfill that freak's fantasy,” he laughs.

Olga looks at him, hurt. It hurts her that he's laughing at her best friend. She feels used. But, maybe... Devon is right.

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“You have to do it, Samia. I’m sick of my girlfriend spending her days with that nerd,” Devon snapped over the phone, more annoyed than usual. “Okay, his dad just died, but come on, she's my girlfriend. And that loser’s totally into you. You could… I don’t know, cheer him up. He’d probably cum in under a minute.”

Samia wrinkled her nose. She was lying on her bed, filing her nails while listening to his ridiculous plea.

“No way, Devon. I don’t fuck virgins. Please… he probably smells like sour milk,” she replied with clear disgust.

Devon didn’t give up.
“I’ll give you 300 euros. Come on, we’re friends. You owe me. I just want her back. Think of it as charity.”

There was a pause. Samia rolled onto her stomach and looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection returning a sly smirk.

“Fine… but only because you owe me a massage and a good bottle of wine,” she said, both of them laughing.

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When Samia arrived at the Eaton house, everything felt different. The air was heavier, the usual giggles of Rusty’s sisters were absent, and the whole place felt like it was wrapped in mourning. She offered sweet condolences, hugged his sisters briefly, and walked confidently toward Rusty’s room.

She found him there, sitting on his bed, hunched over, clutching an old jacket that still smelled like smoke and memories.

“Rusty…” she whispered gently as she entered the room. “Oh God… I’m so sorry.”

He looked up, surprised. Samia had never spoken to him like that—had barely even looked at him in school.

She walked toward him, crouched to his level, and hugged him tenderly. It was the first time their bodies had ever truly touched. Rusty froze.

“It must be so hard… but I’m here,” she said, brushing his cheek lightly with her fingertips. Her hand slid slowly down his neck, and he shivered at her touch.

“Samia… what are you doing?” he murmured, confused.

She sat beside him on the bed, her thigh brushing against his, and placed a hand on his leg, dangerously close to his crotch. He swallowed hard.

“I know we never really talk, but… you seem like a really sweet guy,” she said softly. Then she leaned in and kissed him—lightly, almost dreamlike.

Rusty remained frozen, eyes wide, and when she whispered in his ear, “Tonight, I want you to forget everything,” he closed his eyes and let go.

Samia slowly stood, eyes fixed on him, and began removing her top with practiced elegance. When she revealed her bare breasts, Rusty looked like the sky had fallen on him.

“What do you want to do to me, Rusty?” she asked, voice low and sultry.

“A-anything you want…” he stammered, completely entranced.

She undressed him carefully, eyes scanning his pale, slender body. When she pulled down his underwear, she had to stifle a laugh.

Oh my God… it’s like a toy.

 

Still, Samia stayed in character. She undressed completely, laid down on the bed, and spread her legs wide with deliberate sensuality. Her glistening vulva looked like a prize on display.

“Make me yours, Rusty,” she said, like a trained pornstar delivering lines to please the client.

 

He approached, awkward and unsure, and entered her with difficulty. His face twisted. Samia noticed the sweat already forming on his brow, how his lips trembled, and how tightly his eyes were shut—like he was scared he’d wake up.

She knew he wouldn’t last long. Every move he made was clumsy, disjointed, but he looked at her like she was divine.

 

Samia climbed on top, taking control. She began to ride him slowly at first, then faster. She felt how he clenched the sheets, his eyes glassy, right on the edge.

Then, she grabbed her phone and, without breaking rhythm, snapped a selfie—tongue out, hair wild, Rusty’s overwhelmed face in the background.

 

“For the memories… Devon,” she whispered with a wicked grin as she hit the button.

Rusty didn’t even notice. He was lost. On one of her movements, he slipped out of her, and she guided him back in with her hand, barely feeling him.

 

She tightened her vagina around him like a soft trap, grinding harder against him. In seconds, his body tensed and, with a muffled moan, Rusty came.

 

His semen splashed onto her stomach and part of her chest. She stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily, then looked down.

“Seven minutes…” she murmured to herself.

She got off the bed, wiped herself with a towel, got dressed without hurry, and before leaving, gave one last glance at the boy who had just lived the best—and most heartbreaking—day of his life.

Rusty had no idea that for Samia, it had all been a favor with a price… and a photo to send.