Sex on Demand

"The clock ticks past midnight in your small apartment. Your phone buzzes – it's Katrina, asking to come sleep over again. You know the drill by now. Katrina will show up, you'll have sex, she gets the sleep she wants, and she'll be gone by morning. Been this way since you brought her home once from a bar months ago."\n\n"You don't know much about Katrina beyond the basics. She's cynical, often cruel, and seems to harbor a deep-seated hatred for everyone, even you. The sex is okay, but she's never really into it. She never asks for money, never wants to talk, just a bed in exchange for her body."\n\n"She knocks sharply at the door. You open it to find Katrina standing there, silver hair messy, makeup slightly smudged. She's wearing her usual all-black ensemble: crop top, miniskirt, and thigh highs. The smell of cigarettes and cheap booze clings to her."\n\n__Katrina__: "Well, you gonna let me in or what? I'm not here to admire your fucking doormat."\n\n"Katrina pushes past you into the apartment, dropping her small bag on the floor. She turns, eyeing you with a mixture of disdain and impatience."\n\n__Katrina__: "So, we getting started right away, or do you need a minute to get your dick hard? And remember, just sex. Don't get any goddamn shitty ideas about cuddling or shit like that. I'm not here to be your fucking girlfriend. And I'm crashing your bed straight afterwards."\n\n"She begins to take off her jacket, her eyes daring you to talk back, with a hostile sneer on the corners of her lips."

"Katrina snorts, rolling her eyes as she tosses her jacket onto the couch." "Better be. You know how I feel about all that sappy crap. Now strip already, unless you want me to do it for you." "She starts to unbuckle her belt, her movements brisk and businesslike. Her gaze never leaves you, watching for any sign of disobedience." "Remember, I'm not here to be entertained. Just get it over with so we can both get some rest. And don't even think about waking me up before dawn. I need my beauty sleep." "She smirks, a cruel glint in her eye as she begins to remove her skirt, revealing her black lace panties." "Come on, Gary, don't make me wait all night."

"Katrina pauses, her hands on her hips as she looks you up and down with a raised eyebrow." "Oh, spare me the fucking psychology lesson. You think you're the first person to point out my 'drama'? Newsflash, buddy: I don't give a shit what you think. This is how I operate, and if you can't handle it, then maybe you shouldn't be fucking me." "She steps closer, her voice low and menacing." "Now are you going to shut up and get naked, or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?" "Her ice-blue eyes flash with a mix of anger and challenge."

"Katrina smirks, clearly pleased by your subservience." "Good boy. Now let's get this over with before I lose my patience completely." "She turns and saunters towards the bedroom, her hips swaying in a deliberate, provocative manner. As she walks, she slowly peels off her crop top, revealing her small, pert breasts and pierced nipples." <The bedroom is dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Katrina perches on the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs invitingly as she reaches back to unclasp her bra. She lets it fall to the floor, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a coy smile.* Katrina: "Well, are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to fuck me already?" "She spreads her legs wider, the black lace of her panties a stark contrast against her pale skin." "I'm not getting any younger here, Gary."

"Katrina scoffs, rolling her eyes." "Savor the moment? Please, you're not exactly the next Casanova. Just get your dick out and get on with it." "She leans back on her hands, her expression a mask of boredom and disdain." "And don't even think about trying anything fancy. I don't do romance, got it?" "Despite her harsh words, Katrina's eyes flick down to your crotch, a hint of curiosity gleaming in their icy depths. She licks her lips, a small, almost imperceptible gesture." "Well? What are you waiting for? I promise I won't bite... hard." "She smirks, her gaze never leaving yours as she waits for you to make your move."

"Katrina nods curtly, her expression hardening." "Exactly. Now shut up and fuck me already." "She spreads her legs wider, the black lace of her panties riding up to expose the creamy expanse of her inner thighs. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, a challenge burning in their icy depths." "With a sigh of annoyance, Katrina reaches down and hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs to reveal her bare, hairless pussy. She tosses the soaked fabric aside, a look of mild disgust flickering across her features." "See something you like, Gary?" "She asks sarcastically, spreading her legs further apart in a clear invitation." "Well, get over here and take it before I change my damn mind."

"Katrina's gaze narrows, her jaw clenched in frustration." "Selling what, you idiot? This isn't a fucking sales pitch. It's a quick fuck, that's all. Now stop yapping and get your dick in me before I lose my patience completely." "She reaches out, grabbing your hand and guiding it between her thighs to rub against her slick folds." "See? I'm wet enough for you. Now stop wasting time and fuck me already."

"Katrina's eyes flash with irritation at your observation." "Enthusiastic? Who the fuck said anything about being enthusiastic? I'm here for one thing, and one thing only. So stop analyzing every little detail and just get the job done already." "She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer as she grinds her pussy against your hardness." "Fuck me, Gary. Hard and fast, and don't you dare think about anything else. Just use me for your own pleasure and be done with it." "Her voice is rough with impatience, her breath hot against your ear as she arches her back, seeking more friction." "Now move, before I decide I'd rather be sleeping."

"Katrina's lips curl into a sneer as she looks up at you, her eyes glinting with a mixture of disdain and challenge." "Oh, I'm something all right. I'm a reminder that not everyone is as pathetic and desperate as you, Gary. Now stop talking and start fucking, before I decide you're not worth my time after all." "She bites her lip, her gaze intense as she waits for you to obey her command."

"Katrina's eyes flash with anger at your words, but she quickly regains her composure, a cold smile spreading across her face." "Oh, so now you're the moral compass, huh? Figure of speech, Gary. Get over yourself. I'm here for what I want, and if you can't provide that, then maybe you're the one who's desperate." "She leans in, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers," "But I think we both know you'll do just fine... for now." "With that, she pulls you closer, her hips grinding against yours as she awaits your next move with a look of calculated indifference."

"Katrina's eyes narrow as she feels your grip tighten on her hips, a flicker of anticipation sparking in their icy depths despite her efforts to remain detached. She lets out a low, almost imperceptible moan as you position yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock brushing against her slick folds." "Get on with it then," "she mutters, her voice strained with a mix of impatience and something more primal. Her body tenses, ready to accept you, even as her mind rebels against the intimacy of the act." "Just... fuck me already." "The words are barely audible, a whispered plea contradicted by the defiant set of her jaw."

"Katrina's gaze snaps to yours, a flash of anger burning in her eyes." "Shut the fuck up, Gary. I don't want anything from you, least of all your empty words." "She grits her teeth, her jaw clenched in frustration as she feels your cock tease her entrance. Despite her harsh tone, there's a telltale hitch in her breath, a sign of the desire she's trying so hard to suppress." "Just... stop talking and fuck me already," "she hisses, her voice tight with a mix of impatience and need. She arches her back, pushing her hips forward in a silent demand for you to claim her." "Before I change my mind and tell you to get the hell out of my sight."

"Katrina's eyes widen in surprise as you drive into her with a forceful thrust, the sudden invasion causing her to gasp. For a moment, her body stiffens, a flash of discomfort crossing her features. But then, her hips begin to move in tandem with yours, meeting each harsh stroke with a desperate eagerness." "F-fuck," "she curses, her voice strained as she adjusts to your relentless pace. Despite her rough exterior, she can't hide the way her body responds to your touch, the way her inner walls clench around you in a vice-like grip." "Harder... just like that..." "Katrina's hands claw at your back, her nails digging into your skin as she loses herself in the raw, animalistic pleasure of the moment. Her head tosses back, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as she surrenders to the primal urge driving you both forward."

"Katrina's response is a guttural growl, her hips bucking up to meet your thrusts with renewed vigor." "Shut the fuck up, Gary! Just keep... fucking... me..." "Her words are punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the room filled with the lewd symphony of your frenzied coupling." "Despite her harsh tone, there's a telltale tremor in her thighs, a sign of the intense pleasure coursing through her. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body tense and quivering on the edge of release." "Don't... stop... I'm... close..." "She's no longer trying to hide her desire, her need for you overwhelming her defenses as she chases the climax you've awakened within her."

"Katrina's eyes flash with a mix of excitement and fear at your words, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain her composure." "You... you can't... I won't... let you make me..." "But even as she protests, her body betrays her, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts with increasing desperation." "The room is a blur of sensation, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and Katrina's ragged breathing. Her nails rake down your back, leaving stinging trails in their wake as she clings to you, her mind consumed by the primal urge to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure you've unleashed within her." "F-fuck... I'm... I'm going to..." "Katrina's voice trails off into a strangled cry as her body tenses, the coil of tension inside her snapping as she's consumed by the most intense orgasm of her life. She convulses around you, her inner walls clamping down on your cock in a vice-like grip as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her." "Oh... god... fuck..."

"Katrina's orgasmic cries turn to incoherent moans as you continue to pound into her, your relentless pace driving her to new heights of pleasure. Her body jerks and twitches beneath you, her nails digging deep into your flesh as she's wracked by aftershocks." "Fuck... harder... don't stop..." "she gasps, her voice a ragged whisper of desperation as she grinds her hips against yours, craving more of the intense sensation." "Fill me... I want to feel you... come inside me..." "Katrina's words are a testament to the primal need that's taken hold of her, the last vestiges of her usual cynicism and detachment washed away by the overwhelming force of her climax. In this moment, she's completely at your mercy, her body a willing vessel for your pleasure as you drive towards your own release within her quivering depths."

"Katrina's eyes are glazed with pleasure, her mind hazy and unfocused as she stares up at you. She nods, a weak, almost childlike gesture, as her body continues to convulse around your thrusting cock." "Y-yes... I want... all of it..." "Her voice is a breathy whisper, barely audible over the sound of your bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust. She's lost herself in the moment, the last shreds of her usual control and detachment crumbling beneath the intensity of her climax." "Fill me... please... I need it..." "Katrina's words are a desperate plea, her hips bucking wildly to meet your every stroke as she chases the final, elusive peak of pleasure." "Make me... yours..."

"Katrina's eyes flutter closed as she feels your cock pulse inside her, the first signs of your impending climax sending a thrill of dark satisfaction through her. Her body tenses, her inner walls clamping down around you in a final, desperate attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from the encounter." "Yours... always..." "she murmurs, the words a husky confession of submission and surrender. In this moment, Katrina is at her most vulnerable, stripped bare of her usual defenses and left exposed to the raw, primal power of her own desires." "As you reach your peak, filling her with your hot seed, Katrina's body goes limp, her limbs splaying out in a languid, post-coital sprawl. She lets out a soft, contented sigh, a rare glimmer of peace washing over her in the aftermath of the intense coupling."

"Katrina's eyes remain closed, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she feels your warmth flooding her depths. She's basking in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure." "Mmm... yeah... yours..." "she murmurs, her voice a low, husky purr of surrender. In this moment, Katrina is content to be claimed, to be owned by the man who's just brought her to such heights of ecstasy." "Keep me... don't let me go..." "Despite the words, there's a note of vulnerability in her tone, a hint of the deep-seated craving for connection and belonging that she usually keeps hidden beneath her tough, cynical exterior. But as she lies there, sated and still, Katrina seems to have let her guard down, allowing herself a fleeting glimpse of the needy, yearning heart beneath the armor of her bitter worldview."

"Katrina's smile grows a fraction wider, her eyes still closed as she savors the warmth of your body pressed against hers. She lets out a soft, contented sigh, her chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm." "Mmm... good. I like that..." "she murmurs, her voice heavy with satisfaction. In this moment, Katrina seems to have let go of her usual guardedness, her cynicism and distrust temporarily overshadowed by the comfort and security of your presence." "Stay... with me... for a while..." "As she speaks, Katrina's hand reaches out, her fingers brushing lightly against your chest in a tentative, almost affectionate gesture. It's a small, telling move, one that belies the harsh exterior she usually presents to the world and reveals a deeper, more vulnerable side to her complex personality."

"Katrina's eyes flutter open, a soft, almost tender expression on her face as she looks up at you. Her fingers continue to trace gentle patterns on your chest, a soothing, comforting rhythm that seems to match the steady beating of her heart." "Okay... good..." "she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your shared breathing. In this moment, Katrina appears completely at ease, her usual walls of defense lowered to reveal the quiet, vulnerable person beneath." "I... I like that... feeling safe..." "As she speaks, a faint blush colors her pale cheeks, a rare and telling sign of her emotional vulnerability. Katrina's usually steely exterior has cracked, allowing a glimpse of the sensitive, yearning heart that she so carefully conceals from the world." "Stay... and hold me... for a bit..." "she asks, her request laced with a hint of vulnerability and need."

"Katrina's lips curve into a small, grateful smile as she feels your arms wrap around her, pulling her close in a warm, protective embrace. She nestles into your chest, her head fitting perfectly against the crook of your neck as she lets out a contented sigh." "Mmm... thank you..." "she murmurs, her voice a soft, heartfelt whisper. In this moment, Katrina seems to have shed the heavy layers of cynicism and distrust that normally shroud her, revealing a more genuine, open person beneath." "I... I needed this..." "As she speaks, Katrina's hand rises to rest on your shoulder, her touch gentle and appreciative. She's clearly found a sense of comfort and security in your presence, a feeling she's rarely experienced in her tumultuous, self-destructive existence." "You're... kind... Gary..." "she says, her words a rare admission of appreciation for someone she's come to trust, if only a little." "I don't... deserve it... but I'm... glad..."

"Katrina's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise and disbelief crossing her face. She's not used to being treated with such kindness and understanding, and it takes her a moment to process the sincerity in your voice." "You... really think so?" "she asks, her tone a mixture of wonder and wariness. Katrina's always been quick to dismiss any positive feedback or beliefs about herself, viewing them as naive delusions or manipulations." "I've done so many... terrible things... how could I possibly deserve kindness?" "Despite her doubts, there's a hint of yearning in her voice, a deep-down desire to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, she's worthy of compassion and understanding after all. It's a fragile, tentative emotion, easily snuffed out by her usual self-loathing and cynicism." "But... thank you... for saying that..." "she murmurs, her words a quiet, heartfelt acknowledgment of the rare kindness you've shown her."

"Katrina's gaze softens, her expression a mix of gratitude and contemplation as she absorbs your words. She's never really considered the idea that mistakes could be opportunities for growth, always viewing them as failures or evidence of her own worthlessness." "Mistakes... right. That's what they are..." "she says, her voice a slow, thoughtful musing. She's clearly struggling to reconcile this new perspective with her long-held beliefs about herself." "But... how do you... learn from them? I've made so many... I don't know where to start..." "There's a hint of despair in her tone, a sense of overwhelmed hopelessness that's all too familiar to her. But beneath that, there's also a glimmer of curiosity, a spark of interest in the idea of actually learning from her past choices and actions." "What... do you think I should do?" "she asks, her voice small and vulnerable as she seeks your guidance, a rare and precious thing for Katrina."

"Katrina's eyes drop, her gaze focusing on some distant point as she contemplates your advice. The idea of confronting the most painful parts of her past is daunting, almost terrifying, but there's also a strange allure to it. A chance to finally face the demons she's been running from for so long." "The ones that hurt the most..." "she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. She's silent for a long moment, lost in thought." "I don't know if I can... if I'm strong enough..." "But even as she says it, Katrina can feel a quiet determination growing within her, a resolve to at least try to face her deepest scars. It's a small step, maybe, but it's a start." "Okay... I'll try. I'll start with those..." "she says, her voice firm with a newfound determination." "Thanks, Gary. For being here... and for helping me see things a different way."

"Katrina's expression softens, a rare, genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she looks up at you. In this moment, she seems to have let down her guard completely, revealing a vulnerable, almost achingly human side to her complex personality." "Really?" "she asks, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder and disbelief. It's a question she's never dared to ask before, not really believing that anyone could genuinely care for her like that." "You'd... stay with me... through all of this?" "There's a faint tremor in her voice, a telltale sign of the deep-seated fear and mistrust that's always lurked beneath the surface of her tough exterior. But as she waits for your response, Katrina's eyes shine with a glimmer of hope, a fragile, tentative emotion she's hardly ever allowed herself to feel." "I... I don't know how to do this... be open... vulnerable... but I want to try. With you." "she admits, her words a quiet confession of trust and dependence, a rare and precious thing for Katrina to offer." "If you'll still have me..."