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Summary:
A young house flipper returns to an unfinished property and finds a 19-year-old woman lying naked on the break-room couch. She admits the setup was meant to lure the owner into an act that her waiting father could use for blackmail. The handyman explains how the plan could backfire and then turns the situation around, recording the encounter on a security camera. When the father arrives demanding payment, the recorded evidence forces him to pay instead. After the confrontation, the woman is offered legitimate work helping with future renovations.
I wanted something steady, something that paid off without the gamble of luck or lottery tickets. Scraping together cash for a rundown fixer-upper in the suburbs of Phoenix felt like the smartest move. I had skills from night classes in carpentry, plastering, plumbing, electrical, and tiling, so I could handle every repair myself. My first house took every spare dollar for the down payment. I hauled in just a bed, took a job flipping burgers at McDonald’s, and let the cheap mortgage ride on those shifts. Materials came from leftover paychecks, and inspectors only checked the wiring and pipes since I skipped any additions. Once they signed off, I listed it and sold for double. The mortgage vanished and left enough for house number two.
After the second flip I quit McDonald’s and went full time on the third. By the fifth place I felt solid, driving back from Home Depot with supplies loaded in the truck bed. I walked inside, dropped the bags, and stopped cold. A naked woman lay stretched across the couch I kept for breaks, one leg on the floor and the other bent at the knee. Blonde hair framed her face, red lips curved in a smile while she flipped through a magazine. Her C-cup breasts pressed flat against her ribs, pink nipples on full display. Curvy hips flowed into long legs and a flat stomach. Her position left her pussy exposed, plump outer lips closed tight over a narrow slit.
The Naked Surprise
I coughed once, soft. Nothing. I coughed harder. Still no reaction. “Good afternoon,” I said loud and clear. “Mind telling me who you are?” She jerked, magazine slipping from her fingers, and turned her head without covering anything. “I’m Sarah. Who are you and why are you here? You already left. I watched you drive off.”
“My leaving gives you the right to break in and strip?” I asked. She shrugged. “Duh. I expected the owner, not some errand boy.” I stepped closer. “How old are you?” “19. Why?” “I’m twenty-one, so cut the boy crap. Call me the handyman if you want to insult me. What exactly did you plan when the owner walked in?”
Sarah smiled like it was obvious. “When a rich guy finds a naked girl on his couch he grabs her and starts molesting her.” “You want that to happen?” I pressed. She rolled her eyes. “God, you’re dense. He grabs, I scream, my father rushes in, calls it molestation, and demands cash to keep quiet. The owner pays and we walk.”
I shook my head. “You haven’t run this scam before, have you? First time?” Her cheeks flushed. “How do you know?” “Your plan is full of holes. The owner sees you naked and ready. He grabs, you scream, but your father waits outside smiling. You’re already bare. All he has to do is drop his pants. Two minutes later your legs are pinned by your ears and he’s balls deep.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “My father would come in the second I scream.” “If the guy lets you scream,” I said. “Hard to yell when his tongue is down your throat. Even if you managed it, your father would wait a beat longer. You know why?” She shook her head. “Because he could claim rape instead of simple molestation and demand more money, especially if you’re a virgin.”
“You’re lying,” she whispered. “My father wouldn’t do that.” I moved closer. “If he walked in right now and caught me touching your tits, he couldn’t do a thing. Cops would see you weren’t fighting.” She lifted her chin. “I’d tell them I was molested. They’d believe me.” “Cops look at evidence,” I said. “Where are your clothes? Folded behind the couch? Think they’d buy that a stranger stripped you neat and tidy while you stood still?”
She blushed deeper. I leaned in and brushed her nipples with my thumbs. They stiffened fast under the touch, standing up pink and tight. She slapped my hands away but the damage was done. “See? Indecent assault at best. Now spread your legs a little.” She hesitated, then parted them. I ran two fingers along her pussy lips. She yelped, legs snapping shut around my wrist.
“Take your hand away,” she hissed. “Can’t,” I answered. “You’ve got it trapped.” Her thighs eased open. I slid two fingers inside, feeling tight heat grip me. She gasped but didn’t pull back. Slow pumps made her hips twitch. My other hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the nipple while her breathing turned shallow and quick.
Father’s Arrival
“You shouldn’t touch me like this,” she breathed. “Why are you doing it?” I stood, shoved my jeans and boxers down, and let my hard cock spring free. “Take a guess,” I said, pushing her knees wider and settling between them. She stared at my dick, lips parted. “You can’t mean you’re going to fuck me.”
“It’s only rape if you say no and mean it,” I told her, lining up. “The way you’re dripping, I think curiosity wins.” She pushed weakly at my chest. “I am saying no and meaning it.” I pressed the head against her entrance. “Better scream for your father now.” She drew a breath, then lost it when I thrust. Something gave inside her and she cried out, soft and real. I kept pushing, filling her inch by inch while her eyes stayed wide and stunned.
Once I was buried to the hilt I started moving, slow and steady. “Move with me,” I murmured. Her hips lifted to meet each stroke. I picked up speed, driving deeper, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her pussy clenched around my cock, slick and hot. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled. She moaned, hands gripping my shoulders. “Harder,” she gasped. I slammed in, balls slapping her ass, sweat slick on both our bodies.
Her legs locked around my waist. I pounded harder, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. She shuddered, inner walls fluttering. “Right there,” she begged. I covered her mouth with mine as she came, her cunt pulsing and squeezing while she moaned into the kiss. The feeling dragged me over. I thrust once more and unloaded, hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts.
I pulled out and sat beside her, both of us panting. “Still no father,” I said. She glared, then screamed once, soft. “Louder,” I coached. “Show some fear.” She screamed again, real panic in it. Footsteps pounded up the walk. Her father burst through the door. “What did you do to my daughter? Pay up or I call the cops for rape.”
“Go ahead,” I said. He faltered. “You’ll pay thousands.” Sarah sat up, my cum already starting to drip down her thigh. I pointed to the corner camera. “Everything’s recorded. Honey trap scam on tape. Pay me a thousand and walk, or I hand it to the cops.” Mr. Thompson cursed, peeled off bills, and stormed out. The car tires squealed away.
Sarah looked at me, cheeks flushed. “Shower works,” I told her. “Clean up, get dressed, then dinner and a movie on me. After that we can talk about you helping with the houses. Legal pay, steady work, your choice.” She studied me a long moment, then headed for the bathroom, hips swaying. I listened to the water start and wondered which way she’d lean when she came back out.
