House Slut – Introduction

Chapter 1
Sitting across from the three guys on the couch, Tegan fidgeted anxiously as they skimmed over the application. Brandon, the slim, tall, dark one on the left, rolled his shoulders and looked at her and shook his head “we’re trying not to be fussy, but help us out here. You lost your job three weeks ago and you’re only just telling us now? Right when the rent is due?”
Tegan felt her mouth go dry, forcing herself to lick her lips before responding in her soft voice.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t think it would drag on this long and I didn’t want you to kick me out.”
“So you forestalled the inevitable, and now what?” the one on the right cut in. His name was Angus, he was square-jawed and broad shouldered, but he was of below average height. Tegan would avoid calling him stocky, at least to his face, but for all that he seemed fit.
“…yeah” Tegan conceded lamely. “I have no idea.”
Angus and Brandon threw up their hands, the one in the middle, Sam, quietly settled the paperwork and held it out to her. Sam had deep and rough hands from working outdoors, a sharp contrast to Angus whose Scottish blood left him pale and prone to burn in the sun, and Brandon who seemed the weedy nerdy type who mostly spent his time in front of the computer.
“One-quarter share of the rent is two hundred a week plus utilities. I know it’s on the steep side but it is what it is. I’m sorry, but we’re not running a charity here, we need a roommate that can pay their way.” His face softened as he watched Tegan’s face fall. “I’m sorry, but we need to get in a replacement roommate right away.”
Tegan raised her chin. She was slender and freckled, with pale skin and red hair like Angus’, her features angular, almost sharp. “What if I can offer something other than money?”
Sam waved her papers back at her “What, drugs? Are you a dealer or something now? Even if we wanted that kind of hookup, you think we’re going to want to party with two-hundred-plus worth of weed or E to party with each week?” he scoffed, looking to Brandon and Angus for support. Brandon, who didn’t even drink, shook his head sadly, wryly amused at the idea that someone would be that bold. He hoped this pretty girl was only talking about party drugs and not anything harder, he’d never seen her as that kind of person in the short time she’d been living among them.
Angus picked up the conversation thread. “And that would still leave us out’f pocket. Weed and pills don’ pay the rent.”
Tegan waited until they were done before continuing. “I don’t mean drugs. I mean something else. And it’ll be more than the rent and utilities. I’ll need you to cover my grocery bill as well, so I can live here with no expenses.”
All three laughed at that.
“Get out of here girl,” Angus started “find y’self a hubby if you plan to live as a kept woman.”
Brandon laughed at that and added: “Look, I know we’ve sort of become friends, you don’t last as roomies unless you can get along, but really?”
“Sex.” Tegan said plainly. The moment of truth. She had nowhere to go, her car was low on fuel and too small to live in. If this gambit failed she was out on the street. “With me.” she added.
That got their attention.
“You what?” Angus said, still chuckling.
Brandon was struck dumb. Sam leaned back in his seat, apparently considering the offer.
“Like a one time deal? Paying the rent with a BJ? I don’t think so.”
“Of course not. You’d be out of pocket, you’d not be able to go out, meet girls, go on dates. I know you’re all single at the moment, so I propose…” she stood up, slipping her slim shoulders out of the straps of her light summer dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor “…that with me here you no longer need to.”
All three sank back in the couch, crossing their legs one over the other in near unison to conceal their sudden discomfort as they seized the opportunity to absorb the view before them.
Tegan had a great body, of that there was no doubt. She was slim but shapely, with hips slightly wider than her waist, and a modest bust. Under her light dress she had been completely nude. Her breasts were between an A and a B-cup and she felt either size bra uncomfortable so she tended to simply go without at least while the ravages of age and gravity stayed their attack on her firm young body. Her pink nipples immediately darkened and stiffened in the cool room, assisted by her nervousness after suddenly disrobing in front of three relatively strange men. Below her flat belly a curl of fair ginger hair in the shape of a trimmed triangle sat above her soft nether lips, which were otherwise hairless as far as the men could see.
Tegan continued, the nineteen year old launching into the speech she’d been preparing on the way over “In exchange for you agreeing to share my portion of the rent, utilities, groceries and other small incidental expenses, you have me. All of me. At any time, day or night, as often as you like. I will serve you. I will still attend to my share of the housekeeping and cooking – I’ll even take up more of it since I’m not working. While you are here, I am free to be used at your whim. You want me to dress up? Buy me an outfit. Prefer me as naked as you see me now? Simply say so. I will serve you all equally so there are no arguments. Separately or all together, whatever pleases you. I only ask for a few days once a month for… the obvious reasons… and that this arrangement be kept confidential within this house.”
The men sat in silence, none of them sure how to respond. Brandon seemed to have a calculating look on his face, perhaps wondering if he could spare the additional cost in exchange for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sam and Angus seemed more mollified. After a minute of awkward silence it occurred to Tegan that she might be standing there naked til doomsday if no one said anything. She sighed and crouched to gather up her dress around herself “I’m sorry, clearly I have wasted your time.”
All three men lunged forward waving their hands “No!”

Chapter 2
It was agreed – a one month trial. The men would put up Tegan’s share for the month they were currently in arrears and the next month in exchange for Tegan’s bargain offered. After that, they would determine whether they could afford to go on like this while Tegan kept looking for a job. Tegan re-robed and sat in the living room sipping a glass of water and trying to settle her nerves as her heart pounded. After an extremely brief conversation in the kitchen between the three men, they returned and agreed Tegan would be permitted to stay, with the men sharing her expenses in exchange for her ongoing service. The true test for Tegan would be if she could follow through on her promise and how long she could maintain it. She felt she knew them as well as possible without actually having spent a long time with them personally, but she felt confident none were psychopaths or would harm her. And surely if one of them breached her trust then the others would hold him to account. She held her hands together in her lap to conceal how much they were shaking.