All it took was a short call to Kendra, and a few hours later, Constance received a message telling her Kendra had found an apartment for her in the same building. It was fully furnished and ready for her to move in at the spot if she wished to. Kendra also hinted at having found a job opportunity for Constance.
Constance took a deep breath as she read through the message. This was getting serious. Within one week, she could go from a college student living in a fancy part of town to a minimum-wage worker in the poorest neighborhood. Everything was happening so fast, and it made her head spin. But simultaneously, just thinking about accepting Kendra’s offer made Constance’s panties soaking wet.
She knew that finding a new tenant to take her apartment from her would be child's play. Everyone wanted to live in this neighborhood, and dozens of takers would call her within hours of her posting an advert.
It was all laid out before her. Now, she only had to accept the new path her life was taking her on.
Looking at herself in the mirror. Constance knew that this was no place for a girl like her. Her poorly drawn on eyebrows alone were enough to make her neighbors recoil in disgust. Her lifestyle of excessive smoking and day drinking was entirely out of place. She had worked hard to grow apart from this neighborhood; now, it was time to face the consequences. To finally end up where she belonged.
Not hesitating any longer, Constance wrote a message to Kendra, accepting the offer, and posted her apartment online.
***
Just as expected, Constance found a new tenant within days. They were even willing to buy all the furniture from her. All Constance had to do was pack her belongings into boxes, and she was off to her new life.
Her new life consisted of a two-room apartment. A tiny bedroom where a raunchy mattress laid on an old bed frame and a sleazy living room with a sofa, table, and cheap TV. The kitchen and bathroom were body run-down and dirty.
It was perfect.
After unpacking her things, Constance stood in her living room, taking in the sight of her new home. She was excited about the life she would lead here as she lit a cigarette. Finally being able to smoke inside her apartment was another big plus in her books. This apartment would allow her to live out her trashy desires to their fullest.
As she finished her cigarette, Constance felt a heat rise between her thighs as she thought about her next steps. She couldn’t wait to start her minimum-wage job and experience what it’s like to barely scrape by. Living here, Constance knew that her smoking and drinking habits would increase drastically. A significant chunk of her paycheck would be used to satisfy those cravings. The rest would barely be enough to get the cheapest groceries and cosmetics.
She was the cheapest kind of woman.
The thought hit Constance like a brick as a jolt of arousal crashed through her body, making her gasp. She put out her cigarette while taking a few deep breaths. But she couldn’t shake the thought as it cemented itself as part of her new identity. She knew that the word ‘cheap’ was also used to describe a whole different aspect of a woman. Of course, it was nothing she would ever do. But she couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to do whatever she had to do to make some extra money.
To have to do those things just to get by. Condemned to this life without any way to escape.
Constance couldn’t hold back anymore. She ran to her drawer and got her vibrator. Placing it between her thighs, she moaned as she turned it to the highest setting. Her entire body jolted in pleasure as she fantasized about the most extreme she could take her life here.
“I’ll do whatever you want for some cash,” she moaned between heavy breaths, “I’m the cheapest woman you can find around town.”
The euphoria she felt saying those words was unlike anything Constance had ever felt. Her body started spasming as the first orgasm was about to take over.
It was all ruined when someone knocked on her door loudly.