Is it bad that I like to pay for things with sex?

When I went into the shoe store, I had full knowledge of the fact that this place was way beyond my means. The place smelled of money and privilege.

The clerk eyed me up in my skimpy halter dress, no bra, and slut boots. I licked my lips like I was desperate for the Gucci heels I had in my hands.

I looked around. Not a soul in the store besides me and my tight ass and him and his upper-class suit.

“Miss, are you buying?” he asked.