After a brief moment of teasing, Luke finally put on the underwear she had given him.
His shape was still visible through the fabric, which excited Trish even more.
As he began putting on the gray chinos, Trish started walking toward him.
She came right up to him, and before Luke knew it, she grabbed his hand. His trousers slipped off and fell to the floor, and then she guided his hand between her thighs — she was getting wet.
Do you feel that? My pussy is ready for you
Luke gulped loudly. He expected her to do something, but not this.
This was bold on a whole new level. She wanted him so badly she didn't even try to hide it, and she wasn't patient at all.
"Do you understand what i want?" Trish asked, caressing his chest with her palm.
"That's how much I want you," she continued.
Luke didn't know how to react. He wasn't scared or anything, and to be fair, he had initiated this moment by flaunting his new found cock around her when he already knew her attitude toward him had changed ever since his transformation.
What did he expect?
His last girlfriend had never wanted him this much—or wanted him at all, really. He'd practically had to bribe her just to be intimate with him, which she did once before dumping him. He had asked her out on a dare, and she had simply gone along with it.
So this was who Trish really was?
Luke almost laughed at his own luck. He had hit the jackpot, and he knew it. Not every guy got the chance to have a certified ten-out-of-ten baddie be this horny over them.
And that was exactly what Trish was — a bona fide head-turner. Wherever she went, people were naturally nice to her simply because of her beauty. Men were drawn to her like moths to a flame.
And now she was horny for him.
They say life is a little easier for the pretty ones, and that was especially true for Trish.
But Luke was stuck in a bind. On one hand, he needed to go for that job application — who knew how long the position would stay open? On the other hand, there was Trish, his crush for years, practically throwing herself at him less than a day after his transformation.
Luke exhaled slowly. No… he had to lock the job down first. Trish wasn't going anywhere, but this opportunity might. It wasn't every day that one of the most prestigious superstores suddenly lost an employee out of the blue.
He steeled his resolve.
He was going to chase the thing that would actually pay his rent.
He gently drew back his hand from between her thighs—not because he wasn't interested; he absolutely was. But he had other priorities.
When he looked at her, Trish's expression reminded him of a child denied candy. She had clearly been looking forward to… other things. She had even put aside going to her workplace, pretending she only came to help him choose clothes.
He turned away to get dressed. If he kept looking at her, he might change his mind.
"Well, how do I look?" he asked once he'd finished dressing.
"You look stunning," Trish replied with a small smile. It didn't hide her disappointment. From her point of view, she had made her intentions obvious, and Luke had simply brushed them aside.
"We'll pick this up another time," Luke said, as if to reassure her.
It was still early. Luke rushed back to his apartment, freshened up, and prepared to go apply for the job. That was when he heard it—a pulsating sound.
The coin.
It was sitting on the table exactly where he'd left it… and it was glowing.
The coin seemed to be calling out to Luke—urging him, almost whispering for him to pick it up. And so he did. He slipped it into his pocket and bolted for the door.
As he rushed down the stairway, he nearly collided with Mr. Halver—his landlord. Perfect. Just perfect. This was the worst possible moment for Luke to run into him. He was already running late for the job application, thanks to wasting too much time at Trish's place.
Did he change his mind and come to collect the rent after all?
Does he want to kick me out?
Luke's mind was sprinting ahead of his feet. The questions were valid enough, though he knew he still had a week—and some days—before Halver would have any real grounds to act. But with landlords, and with Halver in particular, you could never be too sure.
"Good morning, sir," Luke said instinctively, trying not to look like he was avoiding him.
Even if he was. But how long could you avoid a landlord who dropped by his tenants' apartments every three days?
"Morning, son," Halver grunted, peering at him. "Do you live here? You look awfully familiar. Are you related to that broke lad Luke?"
He smirked. He always mocked late payers—and Luke was practically the reigning champion of late rent.
Luke realized that the man did not recognize him.
"No, sir, I'm not a relative of Luke's, but I'll be back," Luke said before sprinting away.
In the past Luke never felt bad or upset whenever Halver mocked or scolded him about the rent. It was true—his pay at the Delights Store was so poor that by the time he bought food and other basic necessities, the money was almost gone. He always had to find extra ways to complete the rent.
And by the time he managed to gather it, it was usually past the due date. Still, Halver always gave not just Luke but others an extra two weeks, because deep down he was a good man, in some ways he was a father figure to most.
Mr. Halver was also the only landlord willing to accept most of the poor folks in the area, so Luke respected him a little.
That being said, rent still had to be paid. Everyone has a limit to how long they could wait, and Halver was no exception. If the two-week grace period passed without payment, he spared no effort in kicking tenants out and taking whatever belongings he could from those who owed him.