The frantic, powerful pulse of the climax slowly receded, leaving only the oppressive reality of their shared weight and ragged breathing. Alex collapsed fully onto her, a heavy, dead weight, his skin slick and hot against hers. Jessica lay there, pinned, the cool silk sheets a stark contrast to the burning pain and sudden, terrifying hollowness inside her.
The euphoria, foreign and brutal, was the first thing to dissolve. Her mind, no longer hijacked by sensation, rushed back to the cold mathematics of the room. She was bruised, sore, and fundamentally changed, and she still had to get up, dress, and leave with the payment. The realization of what she had done, what she had been reduced to, settled over her like a shroud. Her reality, her fear, her debt, her sister, rushed back in, suffo
