Riches To Rags

Alexis Fawx sits beside Gia Derza on the bed, staring at the checks in their hands. "I can't believe he'd stoop this low," Alexis mutters. Gia nods. "A million each just to stop seeing each other. Fucking Dad." She thinks about her mother leaving him years ago and says the pieces make sense now. Alexis admits she's glad that marriage ended, or she never would have married him, met Gia, fallen for her. Gia pulls Alexis close and kisses her softly. "He catches us once and suddenly we choose—cash or eviction," Gia says, heat rising in her voice. Alexis's eyes cloud. The prenup means divorce will leave her with nothing. "You'll lose everything you're used to," she whispers, voice cracking, offering the money so Gia can walk away clean. Gia cups her face. "There's no one else. I'd rather be broke and yours than rich and alone." She tears her check in half; Alexis follows, pieces raining onto the sheets while laughter breaks through tears. They trade "I love you"s, mouths meeting again and again. "Glad you showed up as my step-mom... Mom," Gia breathes against Alexis's lips. Alexis slides Gia's panties down and buries her tongue in her stepdaughter's soaked cunt. Weeks later they're in a smaller room, cheaper clothes, mouths locked. Gia asks if Alexis has regrets; Alexis shakes her head. "I'm exactly where I want to be." Tops come off, breasts press together, Alexis's hand slips into Gia's shorts. Their moans fill the modest space as pleasure erases every memory of million-dollar checks.