1 comments/ 34905 views/ 5 favorites The Tenant By: shadowmethod This is my first submission which is based off of a request from a friend to adapt a mundane encounter into an erotic literary piece. I hope you enjoy it. **** College is seen as a place of freedom, debauchery, and parties…and my particular moment to prove it to me more than anything came on a day I expected to be troublesome and testy. I was getting ready to start my sophomore year at the university and all had been taken care of but housing. Due to a botched piece of paperwork in the offices, I was labeled as "dismissed" from the university, and by the time we got it straightened out, the dorms were all full and I had just over a month to find housing. With the university I was going to being 2 hours away, it was tough to drive down and bid on a house while holding my job for a local contractor. Amidst my searches on Thursday night, I found an apartment for rent right off of campus for $1300 per semester that was allegedly in good shape. I saved the number and dialed it later when I had free time, which was roughly 7PM. After a couple rings, a voice came through the other end of the line. "Hello?" It was a woman, whom sounded as if she was either tiring from the day's work or was growing old in age. With all of the noise of young children in the background, I assumed the first one. "Hi, this is Luke. I'm calling about the ad you have in the paper about the apartment you are offering." She screamed at whoever was making all the noise and came back to the phone. "Sorry…but yes, the offer is still open. In fact there is a kid coming in to view it on Monday at 2:30PM…do you think you could come down and view it at that time?" I pondered for a moment, regarding of how far I had to drive and with work in the morning. It didn't take much thinking to realize that it was much more important to have a place to live for the next 9 months than 8 hours of work with people that I hate. "I can do that. I'll be there at 2:30 and me and that other kid can view the house. I have a few other things to take care of down there at the campus, so I'll be sure to be there. I suppose we'll discuss terms when we get down there, right?" "Great. And yes, we'll talk about them when we get it all in place. And don't rule out looking at other places…you might not be able to get this place because of other views that came before you." I could tell that she was starting to relax by her tone, but I still had no clue as to how this woman was in person. "I understand and I will be there. I'll print out the list of the other properties and bring it with me and find somewhere else while I'm down there if this doesn't fall through. But if I could just ask one thing…" "Yes?" "I don't quite understand the circumstances at hand…it's for one semester only from what the ad says…what's that about?" "Well…" She got a bit quiet for a moment and then spoke back up. "My son has to be out of school this fall semester because of a health problem, but since we already signed the lease for the apartment for the year, we are just leasing it out to somebody so they can pay for what we paid for it so it's not wasted on this. He'll be back in the spring, so whoever gets the apartment will have to move somewhere else at the end of the fall." "Oh…I'm sorry to hear that, but I think I understand now. Alright, I was just curious how that was working out with the one semester deal. That works for me. I'll see you on Monday then." "Fine by me. You said you name was Luke, right? I'm Sally. I'll see you there." "Yep. That's me. Nice talking to you. See you on Monday. Goodnight." "Alright, goodnight." I hung up my cell phone and went back to my computer to type a paper regarding the scientific method for an online site. Nothing too interesting for me, but it was a time killer. ** The weekend passed quickly, considering that I didn't work on Fridays because my crew worked four 10 hour days to get our work week filled. But, that is not interesting, so I'll just skip ahead to the day of the meeting. I woke up rather early, rolling over to see that it was only 6:30. Try as I might, I couldn't get back to sleep. I had told myself that I'd leave at 9AM so I could make it down to the campus by 11:30, traffic pending, and take care of the financial aid issues and discuss my class choices with my department's dean. I kept myself busy until 8, messing around on the computer and printing out the directions to the house where I would meet this woman at, and then I took a shower and started to gather my stuff together. The morning got longer when I realized that I couldn't find my checkbook, mostly because I never write checks. Instead of going through the bullshit of tearing the house apart trying to find it, I grabbed a spare transaction booklet and went to the bank to have a short stack of checks made for me. Finally getting on the road at 9:05, I drove the familiar roads, full of the bad drivers and morons as usual. It was nothing new to have people around me drive like blind retarded midgets in a Suburban, so I just let it go. I arrived in the town at around 11:15. I drove around for a bit trying to find out where I was supposed to go amidst the chaos that filled the roadways. The myriad of one way streets and construction sites made the already messy street system all the more infuriating and I had little patience for it that day. After a while, I found the correct building just to make a point of reference, and then quickly headed off to the other places where I had to stop before the appointment. As I finished my last meeting, it was nearing 2PM. I quickly walked back to my car on the other side of the campus, which was the closest I could park to that particular building at the time. I got in my car and drove to the house where we were meeting. I got out of my car and walked up to the porch. Looking at my phone, I saw that it was only 2:20, so I shouldn't have really cared that they weren't there yet. After a few moments, I saw a car pull up across the street and park in front of another house. In the window I could see a young woman talking on her phone and nothing more. From where I was at, she looked to be the only one in the car and she looked to be no older than 20. She had a darker shade of blonde hair going down onto her shoulder and a very bright looking expression on her face. She was wearing sun glasses, so I couldn't see her eyes, but I could imagine. There wasn't much else I could do but look at her seeing as I didn't see the person I had called yet. I looked over once more and she saw me, giving me wave and a tip of the sunglasses at me as if she were being flirtatious. I figured, from how she looked, that she was another college student who lived across the street, so I played along with it, giving her a look back at her in a very subtle manner. It had been a long time since I had actually been with a woman. It was over 9 months since the last time I had sex and the slightest notion of it happening was great in my mind. A couple minutes passed and she still sat in her car talking on the phone. Finally I saw her pull it away from her ear and open her door. It was hard to constrain myself or my jock from what stepped out of the car. She was wearing a mid thigh length business skirt with a low cut pink blouse showing ample cleavage. She was roughly 5' 2" and her blonde hair hung to her shoulders and tossed around in the light breeze. As she stood up to get out of the door I could see her rather large breasts bounce slightly against her rather petite frame. She took her sunglasses off to reveal her piercing emerald green eyes. She was wearing a short heel and it accentuated her rather taut looking legs. As she turned towards the car to get he purse from the seat, I caught a glimpse of her ass as it stuck out slightly to display an amazing curve line. All in all, she was a knockout, and little was keeping me from allowing myself to respond. Much more to my surprise, she began walking towards me. I was confused and anxious as to why this insanely gorgeous woman was coming my way on such a random occasion, when all of a sudden… SLAM My focus on her was broken by the closing of the passenger side door of her car. A young man stepped out of the car and started walking towards me as well. He looked to be about my age and was a little shorter than myself, being 5' 8". He looked a bit less masculine and muscular than I, but I still felt a terrible notion pass through my head. Oh shit…she's got a boyfriend… My horniness stifled itself momentarily as they approached the porch on which I stood, which I still had no understanding as to why they were there. My ethical code did not condone allowing cheating or encouraging it, even if it was for my own benefit. I just never saw it right to allow infidelity. I looked away quickly but my distraction was soon broken by a familiar voice. "Hi there. Are you Luke by any chance?" It was the voice from the phone. My mind spun as I tried to comprehend how this woman who seemed to be no older than 20 was on the terms of doing this type of work. "Uh…yeah, I'm Luke. You must be…" "Sally. And this is my son, Ryan." My whole body seized up for a moment. I could not fathom that this woman was old enough to have a son my age. She hardly looked old enough to be out of college. I shook both of their hands and stood off to the side as her son unlocked the door. Sally turned to me and started to ask me questions. "So…how old are you?" "I'm 19. I'll be a sophomore this year." "Oh that's nice. Ryan here is 21. He's the one leasing out the room this semester." My mind still raced to keep up with reality and what I thought was going on. I kept thinking to myself that it was impossible. Even if she had this kid at 15 or something, she'd still be in her mid to late 30s…no woman looks like that at that age, so I thought. My silence to her statement sparked her to speak again. "So, what are you majoring in?" "I just switched over from Psychology to Evolutionary Biology." "Ah, so you're just a brainy young fella, aren't you?" She giggled lightly and waved me into the house as her son pushed the door open. I could do nothing more than have my eyes fixated on her tight figure, and at this point I had noticed that the blouse she was wearing wasn't very thick, showing a dark colored bra underneath through the fabric. The house was rather dark, giving off an eerie feel to the place. There were things scattered about the living room from the person who was already living there in the other bedroom. Sally walked straight across the room and sat down on a chair in the corner, crossing her legs and running her one foot up and down her calf muscle. I realized that all the thoughts and analysis of her was wearing on me, so I spoke up. "Excuse me, but where is the bathroom?" She pointed down the hall next to the room we were already in. "Thank you." I casually walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I unzipped my pants and pulled my member out. I always knew I had something to be proud of in that. When I was fully erect it stuck out around 11 inches and was bigger around than my hand could reach. Ladies loved it, but it came with a price of trying to hide it in most situations. I moved it around a bit and found that the best way to cover it up would be to just relax for a moment and get it semi-flaccid again so I could run it down my leg in my rather baggy jeans so as not to be seen. To cover my act, I flushed the toilet that I didn't even use and washed my hands. I came back into the room to see that she was still there in the chair and her son was in another chair opposite to her. Between them, there was a couch, which I quickly sat down on the end nearest to her. Hurriedly to make short work of what I had just did and to keep it from coming up, I tried to start a conversation. "So…when is that other guy getting here?" She looked over at me and tilted her head a tiny bit. "I'm not sure, but…" She stopped midway through her sentence to stretch. Sticking her arms up above her head and pushing her chest out, I couldn't help but be awestruck. Her son was sitting across the room texting so he didn't notice me in my near-gawking stare. My libido couldn't take it anymore and I could feel my dick hardening up and rubbing against my jeans, so I shifted my leg and hid it. She stopped stretching and continued on speaking. "…he should be here pretty soon." I nodded slowly and kept still hoping that my erection would subside. The next couple of minutes were a blur to me because she started talking to her son instead of me. I spent the time trying to regulate myself and I eventually got myself mostly flaccid again. Amidst the talking between them, a phone went off. She looked down at her phone and opened it. There was a quick exchange followed by "You're at the café? Hold on, I'll send Ryan down to get you." She stood up and handed her phone over to her son and told him to go guide the other person to the house from the café a little ways away. Completely forgetting what I was doing, I sat up a little bit and uncrossed my legs. "Was that the other guy checking out the house?" She turned to me slowly with her head pointed slightly downward. I saw a glint of surprise in her expression and then she turned away and said "yes" through a cough. Curious as to what that was about, I looked down quickly to see that the outline of my dick was still prevalent against my jeans on my inner right thigh. I quickly shifted my legs and sat back realizing that she saw it. In a panic, I shifted my entire body back into the couch and tried to talk. "So…um…what did you say you do for a living?" She turned around slowly and looked me right in the eyes. "I'm a radiologist at the local hospital." She had started to peer down again and then back up. Her eyes were almost hypnotizing me. "We don't live far off, but I figured he could have his freedom if he wanted to live on his own. I got my ex-husband…his father…to pitch in for the contract, so he could." Her voice trailed off into ire when he came up, but she maintained a seemingly distracted tone. She took a step closer to me and I began to get nervous, but my eyes were locked on hers. She put one finger underneath my chin and guided me to stand up so she could get a look at me. I suddenly felt a sensation move across my member through my jeans as she smiled, so I looked down to see her running her hand over it. I couldn't help but start to stiffen back up. "…M-ma'am?" I could hardly speak because of how it felt. She put her finger to my lip and knelt down. She ran her hand from my crotch down my leg along my stiffened cock until she found the head. She traced it back up to the zipper and undid my pants and reached into my pants to retrieve her prize. "Well, Luke…you certainly know how to make an impression, don't you?" She chuckled lightly and yanked it out of my pants. She gasped and moved back a little bit to comprehend my entire cock at once, grabbing it at the base and gazing along the side and giggling like a school girl as she touched it. She stood back up and had her breasts pressing against my chest and forcing my dick up against her stomach under her blouse as she locked my eyes in her gaze. "May I ask, young man, what this is like this from?" She smiled and ran her fingers against my rigid penis. It was hard to remain sane, but I tried to impress her knowing where I could have gone with it. "Well, I'd say that you're a big portion of it. I didn't expect you to be so damn stunning. What does that tell you?" She smiled even bigger and pressed herself even harder against me until our faces were merely inches apart. "I must be doing something right then. If at 45, I can make a young stud like you do that, then I think I got it made." A bit confused at this point at her choice of words, seeing as I had never been called "stud" before, I grouped myself together to realize what she had just said. "45? No way…" It would have made sense with her 21 year old son, but she was still so unbelievably beautiful that my brain wouldn't accept it fully. "When you got here, I thought you were your son's boyfriend." She giggled and ran her hand down my shaft, twisting her hand gently so as to give a deeper feel. "Ma'am, you could make it do a lot more than just that…but…" I stopped her as she started to breathe heavier and stroke a bit more aggressively. "…I don't think this is safe. Your son and the other kid will be back any minute now." She looked down at her watch and took a step back from me. "Oh shucks. You're right…but that cock of yours is not getting away from me if I have my way." That sentence alone made me swell against her hardened stomach even more. "We're going to take care of this as soon as I can get them out of the way, do you understand? I haven't had a lay in 3 years, and you better make that wait well worth it." I was too shocked to think straight, but there was little thought required in that situation. "I'd be honored, ma'am. I wouldn't miss an opportunity with a little slice of perfection such as yourself." She blushed and leaned up to kiss me, leaving me in near ecstasy. "Well, aren't you just sweet?" She leaned back down and kissed my throbbing cock as it stuck out in front of her. "I guess it's got to go. Darn…" She kissed it again and slid it off to the side so she could get it back into my jeans, then she let it go around the side so I could hold it down. She let me sit down on the couch and then she bent down in front of me, giving a full view of her canyon-like cleavage first, then leaning in and kissing me again. She got up and walked to the bathroom directly afterwards and remained there for at least 3 minutes. The other boys came back and I told them where she was. By the time she came back out, I had controlled myself a little bit so I wasn't throbbing out of my pants. She proceeded to give us the tour of the small apartment. We had been in the kitchen when the other two got ahead of us on their way to the actual bedroom. Sally grabbed my ear and whispered quickly "I had to take off my panties after just seeing you. I'm so wet right now…" She tapped the head gently as she walked by, giving me a look of seduction as she rounded the corner. I contained myself as much as possible so as not to be noticed, but her teasing was killing me. I walked into the living room and stood off to the side so they could walk back in and sit down. I could hardly believe what was going on. A knock came to the door as I sat down on the couch. The landlord had come. The next hour was just sitting there, listening to his ramblings and to be told that the lease had already been signed by another person so we were both out of luck for this house, but he had another one that he'd call us about that night. As he left and gave us his business cards, the other guy left promptly, leaving me, Sally, and he son. She gave me a look of impatience as her son stared at the wall like his brain had stopped functioning. I pulled my phone out and checked the time. Now approaching 4:15, we began to get restless. She looked over in deep thought, and then turned to her son and started to unveil a plan. "Hey Ryan, do you want to pack up some of your stuff from your room and take it back home? I have a bit of stuff to do here in town and I can just walk to those things and call you when I'm done." He got up without question and walked over to the bedroom. She stood up and walked just past me. She turned and started to whisper to me. "Hey, help him get that stuff together then we can have our time." Without a second thought, I walked into the bedroom and started to help him collect his things. As I got to the door to turn around, I looked and saw Sally sitting in the chair in the corner flashing a seductive glare at me, so I turned away before I ended up letting her son know about what we were doing. The Tenant This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real lives of anyone shall be considered a mere co-incidence. Also, this story series contains strong language, forced and graphic kind of sexual acts. If you don't like those, you shall skip this story. Finally, I'm sincerely thankful to my editor SlaveGirl70. Without her the story wouldn't be what it is now. ***** "Please Mr. Shah, give me some more time," Reema pleaded. "You are already six months behind on your rent, Ms. Chawla," Nikhil informed her. "Even your deposit is not enough to cover that. How long can I wait?" "I beg you. Please try to understand," Reema pleaded. "I have a little girl to look after and I still haven't found a new job. I'll pay you as soon as I find one." "That's what you have been telling me for the last six months now. I've given you enough time already. If it were someone else, I would have shown them the way out already," he explained. "That little princess of yours is the only reason you are still living here." "I appreciate that sir, I really do. Just a little more time and I promise I'll have your money," Reema pleaded with tears in her eyes. "Alright, I'll give you one more week, Ms. Chawla," finally he relented. "I hope you won't make me throw a child out of her home." "Thank you Mr. Shah, you are very kind," Reema said with an exaggerated gratitude. "Don't disappoint me next time." ------- One thousand, eight hundred and five rupees. It was all the money Reema Chawla had now, hardly enough for a mother of a growing daughter. Yana was seven now, and so beautiful. She deserved all the happiness in the world and more. But Reema was unable to provide any more. She even had to deny some of her daughter's smallest requests. The young child was unable to understand why ma said no all the time lately. Did she not love her anymore? Only uncle Nik would bring her new stuff now. He had loved her for as long as she could remember... Reema once again scanned through the newspaper for the help wanted ads. But she couldn't find a single half-decent company hiring. It had been like that lately. With the global recession, India too had suffered a flood of job cuts. Lots of people like Reema had lost their jobs. She had been applying everywhere possible, unsuccessfully. All the companies had become so picky. Unless you could pay a bribe to the right people or spread your legs for them, the chances were next to zero. She was frustrated and angry all the time, it seemed. Even at her daughter, at times. That had never happened when she was employed. She loved her child, more than anything in the whole world. Her daughter was the only reason she was alive today. If it weren't for Yana, Reema would never have come out of the depression caused by the sudden disappearance of her ex-husband eight years ago. Reema had married her college sweetheart, Raj, right after college. It went against the will of her family. Her family was totally old fashioned and they didn't approve of her marriage to a man from another caste. They were quick to disown her. She'd sacrificed everything she had for him. Soon after their wedding, Raj got a job opportunity in the US, about which he never informed her. He just left her alone one day, leaving a letter that asked her never to look for him. That day, she had been planning to tell him that she was pregnant with his child. Reema was so happy—and then she was devastated. He was her whole world and he left her like an old toy that he no longer wanted to play with. She might have taken her life, if not for the new life growing inside her. Reema shook her head to clear her mind. She did not need to think of that ungrateful bastard. There were far more important issues to think about. She had to somehow find a job and take care of her baby. Nikhil had been fair to her so far. He was a decent man. Well, as decent as a man can actually be. He has always been kind and helpful—more than a landlord needed to be. Once, she had entertained the possibility that he may have had a crush on her. But he never suggested anything romantic. Not that she was going to trust any man again, not after what her ex-husband had done. She knew she was late on the payments. But she had been his tenant for five years. He could have had a little more patience, until she could find a job—If not for her sake, then for Yana, at least. He seemed so fond of the little girl. What was it with him always bringing her new stuff? Even today he had brought her a teddy bear. Reema didn't understand him, and it added to her frustration. "Ma, can we go out for ice cream?" Little Yana asked hopefully, appearing in the doorway. "Sorry baby, not today. We'll go some other day, okay?" Reema said, making an excuse. Reema hoped that her daughter would let it go. There was no way she could afford an ice cream when she hardly had enough money for both of them to get by for the next week. "Okay mommy," said the little girl, dejectedly. Reema thanked the gods, silently. "Come here baby. Ma will make your favorite milkshake," said Reema, taking her daughter's hand and guiding her to the kitchen. She felt bad for her daughter. Reema was denying even her smallest demands now. Trying to substitute them with something else. It had become so frustrating. She rued the day she lost her job. She had known job cuts were coming. But she was so confident of her work that she never gave into the advances of her lecherous boss. He would look at her like a predator. Like all her male co-workers did. She could feel their stares from distance, crawling across her skin. He had asked her to come to a hotel room, which he had booked under a fake name. That bastard! He had managed to get her ousted from the job after she declined. He even had the audacity to give her the bad news himself. That fucker had some nerve! She should have filed a complaint against him right when he had propositioned her. But she had just ignored the incident like it was any other of the usual occurrences. Now, she didn't know how things would turn out if she filed a complaint. Some of her colleagues mentioned that the man had connections. Right up to the top. And with his word against hers, she didn't stand a chance. Yet, she had been proud of herself. She had stuck to her principles, even at the cost of her job. She had long ago decided not to let another man touch her. She was proud of herself, until recently. Ever since her savings had dried up, she had started fearing for her daughter. Every man she knew, it seemed, now wanted to get into her panties and some even into her daughter's. From the store merchants to her neighbors—they all knew about her money problems and they all wanted to exploit the situation. A thought had made its home in her mind lately. A sick thought, I could have avoided all of this, if I had spread my legs when it mattered. I could have saved myself from the job cut, from all the money problems, from all the other men. I could have fulfilled my daughter's every wish—but only if I had whored myself to a powerful man. Anyway, she thought herself incapable of such a low act. Her upbringing never would have allowed her to even consider it, plus she would ever be able to bring herself to touch a man again. Nevertheless, that option was no longer available, so she had to move on and find a new job. For herself and her daughter. -------- Reema was sitting in the lobby when the receptionist called out her name. It was time. She stood up and walked determinedly towards the office door. She was nervous and she was desperate. It was the fifth day since Nikhil's visit and she knew she had to get this job, no matter what. The receptionist let her in and closed the door behind her. "Good morning sir," she greeted both the men who were going to interview her. "My name is Reema Chawla." The two men were pleasantly surprised by the beautiful woman who had come in for the interview. "Take a seat, Miss Chawla," said the man on her left. Reema took a seat across them. "Thank you." She handed over her resume as he asked for it. "So, Miss Chawla, I believe you understand the nature of this job?" Asked the man on her right while the other one glanced through her resume. "Yes." "So, tell us, why should we consider you for this job?" Reema found it weird that none of them had introduced themselves to her. She answered nonetheless. She couldn't risk coming across as a rude person. "I'm well qualified for this job. I have had good experience in this particular field, and I'm the hardest worker that I know." Reema thought she had answered that question quite sincerely but for some reason the guy asking her questions looked amused. Right then, she saw the man on her left write something down on a piece of paper and pass it on to the other man. The man on her right seemed even more amused after reading the note. "If that is the case, then why were you fired from your last job?" Asked the one on the right. She knew it was going to come sooner or later. Yet, she could feel her heart sink. Somehow, she stayed calm and replied calmly. "I believe they just wanted to cut down on the numbers." "Then, why this remark? It says, 'non cooperative and disobedient to the senior colleagues'." It was going downhill rapidly for Reema. She had to come clean. "The senior in question propositioned me, to which I, of course, declined. He took it out on me by getting me fired." "So, did you file a complaint against him?" He asked. "No, but..." He cut her off before she could complete her response. "I'll tell you the truth, Miss Chawla, as I see it," he said in a firm voice. "The truth is, you are in fact a non cooperative, disobedient woman. A woman, who is used to getting what she wants; using her physical appearance to her advantage." Reema was speechless. The remark had caused her trouble in the past too, but never had she been talked down like this. Looked like she had blown her last chance. She felt like she was going to cry. "That is not right," she mumbled. "There is no place for a woman like you in this office, who thinks that the only way of working with men is synonymous with manipulating them. You are used to blaming others for your mistakes, just like you blamed an ex-colleague to hide your shortcomings. You are not fit for this job. Please leave." Finally, Reema broke into tears. "I am not like that sir, I promise. Please give me a chance," she said between sobs. The man on her left rose from his seat, walked around the table, stood by her and handed her few tissues. "I apologize, Miss Reema, on behalf of my colleague. He sometimes forgets that women are soft at heart and one should be gentler with them." "Thank you," she said in a weak voice, not looking at him. "But you also must understand that we cannot offer you a job. We need someone more cooperative," said him. "But I'm very cooperative, sir. Please give me an opportunity to prove myself," she pleaded hopefully. The two men exchanged a meaningful glance. Next moment, Reema felt the weight of his hands on the bare skin of her shoulders. Didn't he know that it was inappropriate of him to touch her like that? "Well, my dear, I believe I can provide you with a chance to prove yourself. My colleague will judge if you are obedient enough or not. Will you cooperate with me my dear?" He asked with a sinful smile on his face. Reema was smart enough to know what he actually meant. She would have to let him have his way with her, if she wanted the job. Probably both of them. She resented men like these, but they were powerful. They knew she needed the job and they were exploiting it. She quickly weighed her options. Either she could give in, let two unknown men use her body as they pleased or lose her last chance at keeping a roof on her daughter's head. She felt his rough hands slide down the length of her arms. Her skin crawled. She could literally feel a shiver run through her body. She could also feel his breath near her left ear prickling her skin. "I'll take your silence as a yes. Silence being an indispensable part of obedience and all that," he whispered in her ear. "You have made the right choice, darling. You cooperate some more and the job shall be yours." The job shall be hers! Yes, she could do it. She had to! For her child. For herself. She remained silent. The man knew that he had pushed the right button. Soon, the big-titted slut would be taking it in all of her orifices. Like a cheap whore, she would get fucked all over the office. He no longer needed the fake gentle front. He allowed himself another smile. "Stand up, woman!" his voice no longer was gentle. Reema tasted fear. She stood up trembling. As soon as she stood up, the chair she was sitting on was dragged away. "Turn around a bit." She knew it was an order, and turned to face him. "Hmmm! Nice little package you are, darling. Don't you agree?" The question was directed at the other man. Reema felt humiliated. She was a respectable woman. All her life, she had fought the world against all odds to keep it that way. And here she was standing in a closed office, while two unknown men treated her like a piece of meat. "It sure looks good from the outside," she could hear the man behind the desk say. "I'm gonna check if it feels as good as it looks," said the man in front of her. And just like that, he grabbed her left breast and kneaded it roughly like a cow's. Reema let out a painful cry. "Wow, these seem natural. I had guessed you for a silicon whore. I think you ARE a whore. Just a cheap slut that can be bought." Reema's head was spinning. She was never so degraded in her life. The two men were being so coarse about this. Calling her names like whore and slut. She was in too much of shock to even react. "Hey, sample the remaining goods too!" shouted the man behind the desk. "Sure mate. I know all about your addiction to booties." He suddenly dragged her by the breast he was holding, to the sofa by the wall. Reema was in severe pain as he so callously pulled her like an animal. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. "Don't act like a victim now darling. We both know that you are cooperating willingly. Now bend over!" Before she could even get over the pain, she was roughly bent over the sofa arm. Her hands supported her weight, while her ample bottom stuck out for them to gawk at. The man behind her stood admiring the view for some time. Reema's disgust for her own self grew. The shortage of money had really turned her into a slut. "Hurry up! I don't have all day," came an eager voice from behind the desk. "Calm down! You are just dying to watch this fat ass." With that he flipped her sari over her waist. Reema heard both the men whistle in unison. She felt like dying with shame. Her panty-clad rump was on display for both the men. Suddenly, a hand cracked down on her right butt cheek, brutally. Reema cried aloud, in pain. Finally, she realized, they were going to be real rough with her. She was going to be raped brutally by these two men. She felt bile rise in her throat. Both men could be heard laughing loudly at her. And then, another brutal slap on the other cheek. She cried more. She was absolutely terrified. She couldn't do this any further. In an instant, using all her energy, she stood back up, turned around and violently punched the unaware man behind her in the nose. "Shit," he cursed as he fell to the ground. In a flash, she picked her file up from the table and ran out of the interview room. -------- Reema felt filthy, absolutely filthy. Even after she had been washing her body for the last hour. She could still feel that bastard's hands moving over her body, that fear running across her bare skin. It had been a close encounter. In the end, she had kept her virtue. But definitely lost her last chance for a job before the deadline. One more day of a roof over their heads and then they would be thrown out. She couldn't stop sobbing. The tears flew down her cheeks along with the water. -------- The last day before the deadline was horrible for Reema. The whole day, thoughts of yesterday's terrifying experience kept playing in her mind. And whenever she came close to feeling better, Nikhil came to her mind. She had no idea how she was going to get out of the rent issue with him. It was a large amount of money she had to pay. Ninety thousand rupees! That's what she now owed. She considered telling him about the interview. Maybe he would feel sympathetic and give her more time. He most probably would. He was decent like that, for a man. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Nik had always helped her. There was no reason why he wouldn't help her one more time. She was sure he would sympathize with her and let her off the hook. She was going to make sure that her child wouldn't be homeless tomorrow. Reema heard the doorbell ring. It was most likely Nik standing beyond the door. He was a little early today. She hoped he wasn't too eager to throw her out. She had no idea what she would do if her plan failed. Although sympathy was something that always worked with men like Nikhil, what if it didn't this time? She was aware of the fact that she had no backup plan. It all depended on the man standing outside the door. "Good morning, Mr. Shah," Reema greeted him a little too cheerfully. Nik wondered why she was so cheerful. Maybe she had somehow managed to get the money or a job. His heart sank momentarily. "Good morning, Miss Shah," he managed to keep his face devoid of emotion. "Please come in, take a seat," she said as she moved inside. "I'll get you some water." He waited while she brought a glass of water. The water went down his throat as his eyes kept scanning her. She was looking as beautiful as ever. Her angelic face betrayed some nervousness, which made her look more beautiful, if that was possible. "So, where is the young princess? I have bought her something," he asked as he kept the glass on the table. "Umm, she is in school right now." "Oh, I see," he said. "Well, I'll come straight to the point then." Though she knew it was coming, she still felt panic. "Do you have my money ready, Miss Reema?" "No." "Have you gotten a job yet?" "No, but..." One of his eyebrows rose in amusement. "Mr. Shah, I can explain." "Okay," was all he said. Reema quickly told him about the incident at the interview. She was uncomfortable recounting certain parts, but it felt good to share with someone else. She couldn't really gauge his reaction though. He maintained an emotionless face throughout the tale. "Now, you see Mr. Shah, why I don't have any money or a job yet?" "I share your anger Reema, I really do," he said. She felt her tense body relax. He felt sympathy towards her. He was really a good man. "But, I do not understand why you didn't resist the moment he touched you," he asked accusingly. A shiver ran along her body. His tone wasn't very sympathetic. "I, I..." She stammered. "You what? Go ahead and deny that you didn't try to whore yourself out there," he replied with more anger than she expected. She shook her head. Tears rolled down her eyes as he referred to her as a whore. The very next moment, she felt strong hands grab her shoulders and slam her against the wall. It took wind out of her lungs. As soon as she could focus again she felt a grip around her throat. His face was merely inches away from hers, too furious to look at. She tried to struggle but his grip around her throat tightened. She quickly stopped struggling. The Tenant I recently rented my townhome to a college girl. She pays on time and never gives me any problems. Pretty much the ideal tenant if you have ever rented property you know what I mean. The girl is twenty years old and about average for looks, a little short and is a little top-heavy. She is a somewhat quiet too. Not overly gregarious but has a pleasant demeanor. The other day she called me and told me the downstairs toilet would not stop running. Normally I have a plumber deal with it but for a running toilet I decided to save myself some money and go check it out. Jadah, my tenant, opened the door in a gray t-shirt and blue sweats," Hello John, thank for coming so soon," she said. "Thanks for letting me know Jadah," I remarked," you would be surprised how many people would never say a word until their water bill tripled." I walked past her through the door and went straight to the downstairs bathroom which was just a small half bath right off the main living area. As I past the couch and coffee table it looked like I caught Jadah in the middle of studying as there was an open book and notes lying on the coffee table. "What are you studying?" I asked to make conversation while I removed the cover to the tank on the toilet. "Psychology," she replied taking a seat back on the couch. "Oh really, what area?" I could see the chain had kinked up and smirked at the thought of paying a plumber to come and fix this. "Right now, the effectiveness of hypnotic suggestion in producing more predictable behavior patterns." "Hypnosis? I didn't think that stuff really worked," I said as I replaced the lid to the toilet tank. "Oh it works," she replied," the subject just has to be open to receiving the suggestion." "Well if they are open to suggesting it then why do they need hypnosis," I asked stepping back into the living room. "You might be able to through meditation, but it is easier if you have someone to guide you and implant the suggestion directly to your subconscious," she was looking up at me from her book. "Everything okay with the toilet?" "Oh yeah, toilet is fine," I said moving back to the previous subject," so how do you know it works?" "The toilet? I thought you said you fixed it?" she asked with a confused look on her face. "Oh, no," I said little embarrassed," the toilet is fine, I meant hypnosis." She looked at me and her expression seemed to indicate she was weighing something in her mind," well I guess I could show you if you want." Never having been hypnotized I was a little curious and nervous at the same time," you aren't going to try and get me to bark like a dog or anything are you?" I asked with a nervous laugh. She smiled at me," how about I just try to make you more responsive to come over the next time I ask you?" Well of course I would do that I thought tom myself. No harm there," well I guess if you think it will work..." "Oh it will work John," she said patting the couch next to her," Just sit down here a lay your head back." I walked over and took a seat next to her on the couch and laid my head back like she asked. "Now first you must accept to be hypnotized by me and respond to all the suggestions I give," her face took on a soft expression and her voice softened along with it. "Of course," I said. "Take a deep breath in John and hold it for 1...2...3 and exhale. Good again deep breath in and hold it for 1...2...3 and exhale," she held her hand up in front of me with her index finger extended," now I want you to keep breathing deeply and just relaxing your body while you watch my finger get slowly closer and closer to your forehead." I started doing as she asked and watched her hand slowly moving towards me," just keep feeling your body relax more and more the closer my finger gets to your forehead," her voice was soft and rhythmic," feel your legs relax, your stomach and chest relax. Just like my finger is pushing all the tension from your body as it near your forehead." I could feel my body getting looser, almost like you might feel after a long day at work, just worn out and flopping down on your couch. "My finger is pushing all the tension from your arms and back, all the tension getting pushed out of your neck and shoulders. You feel your face relaxing and your eyes getting heavy. They are getting so heavy that when my finger touches your forehead they will close shut," my eyes were in fact drooping and her finger was starting to blur as it got so close and then I felt her finger touch my forehead," and your eyes shut down John. Just keep breathing the relaxing air as you drop down further. When you hear the sound of my bell you will feel a wave of relaxation wash over you pulling you down even deeper. When my bell sounds from now on it will pull you even deeper into trance," the sound came suddenly, a soft chime and a wave rushed through my body feeling so wonderful. "The bell sounds and you feel a rush through your whole body John," again the bell sounded and the wave rolled through me again," my bell pulls you down into trance giving you a wonderful feeling every time you hear it sound," again the bell rang. "You are in trance now John and you can hear my voice but my words drift from your thoughts so they may reach down into your subconscious where they can be absorbed," again the bell sounded," from now on my bell will pull you down into trance and make you feel wonderful and relaxed." I could hear her but my thoughts were drifting elsewhere almost like I was falling asleep. "Do you like how my bell makes you feel John?" "Yes," I whispered. "It feels good to listen to my voice John," her voice kept that slow steady rhythm," and you eagerly wait for the sound of my bell knowing how good it will make you feel." The bell sounded again and again and again. The waves rushed through me each time feeling ..." so wonderful now John. You are going to eagerly await my phone call John hoping I need you to come over and fix something else. You are going to hope I will let you hear my bell again John because my bell makes you feel so good doesn't it John?" "Yes," again the response came uninhibited from my lips. "You wanted so badly for me to show you that hypnosis works and now that you know how good it feels you are going to want me to hypnotize you again John. In fact if I do not call again tomorrow you might call me to see if I need anything because you know if you help me I will let you here the bell," again the bell rang and the rush seemed to flood my whole body..."even stronger. Each time the bell rings the rush gets stronger John. Go deeper John...listen to my bell and go deeper..." "Now 2 becoming aware of your surroundings, and 1, awake and feeling nice and refreshed," my eyes fluttered open to see Jadah looking at me with a smile. "Feel better?" "Um...yeah," I said," so was I hypnotized?" "Oh you were hypnotized all right," she said looking down at my crotch with a giggle. My pants were tented from my erection and I could feel the rush of heat to my face as I stood up," I am sorry Jadah...I...um didn't mean...you know..." "It is a normal side effect John. Kind of like when you are drifting off to sleep," she waved her hand nonchalantly," it happens to most men when they are hypnotized. Look at it as proof you can be hypnotized." "Well...as long as you are not upset," I blurted. "You are too nice to upset me John," she smiled," thanks for the practice though." "Oh...sure. Glad I could help," I felt a little warm in my stomach," and please call me soon...I mean if you have...you know...any problems," I stammered out. Jadah giggled," See? I told you it would work." I felt my cheeks get red again as I realized my eagerness to help her when she called again. "Talk to you soon John," she smiled as I walked out the door. Work and home life for the next day were so distracted that I cannot believe I could accomplish anything. I wanted Jadah to call me but tried over and over again to rationalize the why. It was because she hypnotized me but I was having fantasies about her now that I had never had before. I wondered if there was something else she had done while I was in trance. I knew I woke up with a boner but she had said it was from trance and a little research on Google said the same. Maybe I was just being crazy about the whole thing. I would just wait for her to call and then figure out a way to ask her. The whole day went by and no word from her. I slept that night intermittently at best. I went through scenarios again and again about talking to Jadah again. Even asking her to reverse what she had done in the trance she put me in. Out of all the scenarios there were none where I did not talk to her again. Finally I resolved that I would just have to call her the next day. On the way to work that morning I dialed her number and it went straight to voicemail. After the tone I left my message," Hey Jadah it's John. I um...well I just needed to talk to you when you get a minute. Thanks." After hanging up the phone I continued listening to the sports talk show I liked to listen to most mornings. After a couple of minutes and asking the drivers on the road who could not hear what the hell their problems were when they did not drive how I wanted them to I heard the chime of a bell and felt a slight shiver in my body at its sound. Looking down I saw a new text message on my phone: Hey John, just come by my place around noon. I did not remember putting her contact info in my phone but it was there and the tone was the bell I remembered hearing when Jadah put me under hypnosis. She must have done it while I was in trance and there was a part of me that bothered. Another thing to talk to her about when I saw her later that day. The morning went the way the previous day went. Too much distraction and scattered thought to do anything effectively. I found myself watching the clock anxious to get to the time when I would see Jadah again. I arrived and Jadah greeted me at the door in a loose blue t-shirt and jeans," Hey John," she smiled," come on in." I walked in and after getting to the middle of the living room turned to face her," look Jadah...I really can't...well I don't know what you did but I am having trouble concentrating at work...at home...sleeping..." "Oh John," she laughed softly," I guess you are more suggestible than I thought." "What exactly did you suggest?" I snapped. "John you don't have to get angry," she smiled," I can make it better. Just sit down and calm down a bit." "If you will fix this," I said with some doubt. "I can help you focus better John," she said going over to the table and picking up her phone," now sit down," I did as she asked. She was scrolling through her phone and then looked up at me when she tapped the screen and I heard the bell. "Feel my bell help you relax again John," she said softly," feel my bell pull you down into trance again." The bell chimed again and the rush went through my body. "Jadah," I breathed out," I am not sure if I like this." "John," she cooed," you like this and that is what has you so worked up," the bell chimed again and another shiver ran through me. "Just listen to my bell and let it relax you," the bell chimed again," let it pull you down into trance." The bell chimed again and again. "Are you worried your cock will get hard again when you go into trance for me?" The chime sounded again. "It's okay John, I want your cock to get hard for me because that means I am making you feel good and you want me to make you feel good don't you?" "I um...," my voice wavered. "You could not stop thinking about seeing me again John because you wanted me to make you feel so good again," the bell sounded," to make you feel those waves of pleasure and have your cock get so hard for me. Now go deeper for me John," the bell rang in my ears and my body sank into her couch. "Yes John, feel my bell take you down as it makes you feel so good. Your cock is getting hard again John and I want it to get hard John so you can just relax as I make your cock get so hard," I could feel the rush and my cock tenting my pants. It twitched every time she said the word 'cock'. I am not sure when but Jadah had settled down next to me and I could feel her releasing my cock from my pants. I felt her rubbing a cool liquid over my cock and sliding up and down. "Now open your eyes John and look in my eyes while I make you feel so good," my eyes popped open and I was aware of Jadah looking down at me. Her hand was rubbing faster. She made sure to let the head pop through her fingers on the way up and then down. "Yes John," I started moaning looking up in her eyes," you need me to help you cum John. When you want to call me it is because you so desperately want me to make you cum. When you cum for me it makes my bell sooo much stronger John. You become so desperate to hear it again and again." Her hand kept moving up and down. Teasing the head at times causing me to gasp. "I make you feel so good don't I John?" "Yes," I quickly responded gasping for breath. "You are going to feel so good when you cum John. You are going to want me to do this again and again. You are going to become addicted to my bell, to my hypnosis, to me making you cum." The orgasm began to build like nothing I had ever felt. It felt like a tidal wave of energy building in between my legs as her hand expertly coaxed my orgasm forth. "Oh yes here it comes John," she hissed," give me the cum you must tribute me." The damn broke and moan after moan rushed out of my as cum shot all over me. She continued to pump my cock, pulling every drop out of me she could. As the orgasm subsided her hand slowed but stayed on my cock and I heard the bell again. "Now rest and sleep for me John," her hand moved slowly over my cock as the bell continued to ring..." "Now coming back to your surroundings...and 1...eyes open, wide awake. I looked up to see Jadah standing in front of me. My cheeks immediately went red. "John," she said softly," no need to be embarrassed. Did I make you feel good?" "Well...yes Jadah, but..." "No but's John, it is okay," she said mater-of-factly," here." She handed me a flash drive. "When you have trouble focusing take a half hour to listen to this and it should help you," I took the flash drive from her and put it in my pocket. She giggled looking down at me pants," sorry about the mess but you didn't really ask me to stop." "Um yeah...I will manage." She obviously had cleaned me somewhat but my pants were still wet from whatever she had used. "Well I guess I will see you next week when rent is due," her face was lit up by a smile a she had a slight twinkle in her eyes. "Oh," I mumbled," yes of course." Confused and drained I walked out the door. The Tenant A few years back, I had suddenly become a landlord. It was something I had on my mind as a side business for a long time already, and at times even did some research on, but the horror stories about awful or crazy tenants always held me back. So, now I actually am a landlord, I take new tenant selection always very serious. I would pick tenants that had a reason to stay, like a long term job, and with a credit record that made it likely that they would treat the lease with respect. A few past rent referrals and a general professional impression were key. With my apartment I always had several applicants because the apartment was nice. Also, the location was great and I kept the rent reasonable in the hope that the tenant would stay for a long time because selecting tenants is time consuming and quite a pain in the neck. Well, about three months ago, Kate, my current tenant, made it past all those barriers with grace. And with looks like hers, it was very easy to remember her interview, because she simply stuck out. She had a broad smile that showed all her teeth, long flowing hair and a trim body that showed all her work at the gym. The part that really stuck out was a very proud pair of boobs often just barely hidden in a stretchy T-shirt. Add to all this that she was about ten years younger than me and nobody would have been surprised to learn that she was the center of my fantasies on many a lonely evening. But that was not why she was my tenant. She appeared responsible and with her job should be able to afford the rent. Also the deposit, as well as the first two months were paid exactly when due, one day before the end of the month. Well, today was the Fourth. I had left a message on her voice mail already two days ago, and no sign of life. No call, no note, no check. I was worried. This is a bad sign. With difficulty, I pushed the thoughts of some of the horror stories from friends about difficult evictions out of my mind. So at about 5 PM, when she normally gets home from work, I would stop by and visit her. Hopefully everything was already in the mail and it would arrive before I went there. I went about my day as usual. After work, checked my mailbox and while there was plenty of junk mail, bills and such there was no letter from Kate. I felt disappointment and got a little mad. What the hell, now I have to go deal with this, it was time to go over there. The apartment was just a short drive away. I saw her car in the driveway and through the window I could see the lights were on. I knocked. She must have noticed me pulling in, because the door opened right away. There she stood, pretty as can be in her beige T-shirt and skin tight jeans. Her hair drooped forward as she looked at the ground. "Hi Paul" she said at a low tone. "I know why you are here, and I apologize for being late with the rent. It is not my style and I promise to get back on track as soon as possible." Oh, I sooo wanted to feast on the looks of this girl. And I admit I noticed exactly what she was wearing and how well it fit her, particularly the creases in the stretch of her T-shirt. It was just an average T-shirt, but with her in it, that T-shirt attracted a lot of attention. It was chilly outside. And while I wanted to just take her promise at her word, I couldn't resist asking her some follow up questions. "What is going on? You were extremely timely before, and your credit record indicated that you take your obligations seriously." I asked her. She looked at me. She shivered. "Why don't you come in for a second, it is chilly out." Oh, I wanted to just stand there and stare. Her nipples poked right through the thin fabric! Oh, the things dreams are made of... I stepped inside and closed the door. She already headed down the hall and I just looked at her jeans. Each step brought about just that motion that runway models study. A thought came to mind that nobody walks like that, is she doing this on purpose? But I just brushed it off, just the skin tight jeans probably. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, trying to be hospitable. "No, I am fine." It sounded much harsher than I intended, and with a softer tone I continued: "I would like to be a generous landlord, but the reality is that I have a mortgage to pay on this building. Your rent payment makes up a good chunk of it. So, I will pass on the drink but need to know what you are going to do to get current on your rent." "I know, I know" she said facing me but looking at the floor again. She struck me as a bit dramatic. "I have never been in this situation before, and absolutely abhor it, but I just need a bit more time." "Great" I said. "No idea how you got here and no way out? That sounds like a quick trip down the legal path to eviction". She looked me straight in the face. With wide eyes she exclaimed: "Oh, I just need a little bit of time, I get paid again on the 15th" "Oh great!" I said, "And uncle Paul will just dream up some cash to help you out?" I was getting more and more agitated. This chick didn't get it. Rent was her responsibility and I am not going to be some kind of charity bank smoothing out her bumps in the road. Oh, bumps, yes, I wanted to see more of those, but that wasn't part of the deal! She started down this road of "oh my niece ran into some trouble and I had to post bail because ..." I cut her off. "Oh, I feel for you, but that really is none of my business and I really don't want to be involved. I want to collect my rent, and while you live your life, I live mine." "But you have to understand, I couldn't just leave her in jail! I had to do something..." She said. "Well, you may be helping her, but you are sure messing up this lease." I said. "I am going to be forced to report you to the credit bureau and start eviction procedures. After all, this is a business agreement we got into, and you are not pulling your weight." "I know. I am sorry." Oh the sad face above that shirt. In my mind, that image only existed for a flash. In my mind, her shirt would be laying somewhere on the ground and she would be flashing her ear-to-ear smile at me. My mind was traveling a mile a minute. I already had my hands on her proud boobs, the room was moving around me, a rhythmic motion of her body relative to the room... "Are you ok?" Her question pulled me out of my reverie. "You know that I am not leaving empty handed" I said. "I need some assurance you are going to get current on your rent in a hurry." I almost blurted it. "Oh, I will, I promise." She said. "I will make you a deal, you work off the interest right now, and I will let it go till the 15th. But if you don't meet that date, I am starting the eviction procedure." She looked revolted. "What?? You want me to - work it off? - Crap, what kind of man are you?" Did she just smile? What just flashed over her face? I wasn't sure what just happened. I made an indecent proposal, oh crap what did I just do? But I saw something happened, just not sure what just happened. All I could think was: Time to get out of here. I shrugged my shoulders and started to turn towards the door. "Have it your way." "Hold on!" she sounded alarmed. "Hold on, there must be some way to work this out?" "What do you mean exactly, when you say work it off?" "Never mind" I said. "I have to get going and because of your financial BS, I have to schedule a meeting with my mortgage officer, after all, I have to protect my credit rating". I actually managed to sound annoyed. Hard to imagine while I had all sorts of images of her shirt, or not shirt on my mind... She took a stance. "Listen up mister! You may be holding all the cards, but I am not going to just roll over." "That doesn't sound like a comment that is going to improve your credit score any time soon..." I said. She looked worried. "All I need is a good week and a half. You have to give me that!" "I am going to leave right now, since you are not going to take my offer and I am going to do what I can to get you out of here." Oh, in all reality, I didn't want her to leave, I wanted her out of her clothes beyond anything. "But I like it here, and I have nowhere else to go!" She exclaimed. "Well, show me that you are going to take my deal then!" She blushed. She put her thumb in the edge of her shirt and stretched her sleeve forward. I wasn't sure how to take that. But it gave me an excuse to stare. Oh, not that I wasn't staring already... I could feel my woody in my pants. "Oh, wouldn't you like to be able to read my mind!" she exclaimed coquettishly while flashing a smile I think I have seen before, but somehow still seemed sooo new. "You are trying to be the smarty pants!" I said while I let go of the door knob. I turned more towards her and said: "OK, make me want to stay for another minute." Now I got to see a real smile. She looked almost victorious as she lifted both arms in the air. Quickly her arms moved down again and while her tits almost hopped, she whipped off her shirt. "How is that for interest?" she asked while tipping her head forward and almost asked the question in the shade of the rest of her face "Uhh" was all I could manage Her boobs almost climbed out of her bra by themselves. I didn't really notice the radio before, but now her body was moving to the beat of the drums... Oh, my, I wanted to cheer! "I have to get going" I managed to utter. Pluphhh was the sound of her bra landing on the hardwood floor. I almost choked. Yes, I wanted to see those puppies. But I surely wasn't prepared to see them now. I was supposed to be the tough landlord, going to evict the loser tenant that was sticking me with the rent. And here the blush rising from my chest was taking my breath. Or actually, while this breathtaking beauty was dancing right in front of me, her tan lines were laughing at me. "Not so fast!" she said in a slow tone, moving to the tune on the radio. "I want to make sure you remember our deal" WTF? What deal? Thoughts blasted through my mind. I had asked her, and now she was rubbing it in my face? She was only inches away from me. And her tits were sticking out more than a few inches... I gathered all my wits and suddenly got a hold of myself. "This isn't working chicky. I am out of here and you can kiss your credit score goodbye." I turned towards the door again. It was time to pull a real trump card. I wanted this chick. She was hot like the desert and this one had tan lines. "You dance not too badly, but I don't go for pretend" I sneered at her. She lowered her gaze, as if she had lost a wager. But what was that sparkle that flashed through her eyes? Her eyelids were down, now she looked at the floor. "Last call, you either put out, or I am headed and you will see an eviction notice next. Your choice." I almost blurted it. There was no need to be that noisy, the radio was not that loud. She shyly wrapped her arms around her, just barely able to put those great tits out of view. The wrapping actually was a turn-on itself, as her boobs boobed up over her arms. "Well? What is it going to be?" as I put my hand back on the door knob. "You suck! You are rude and a chauvinist and you don't deserve to be called a man!" Crap what a bitch. I turned the door knob. Click, the sound of the lock disengaging was loud at the same time that the radio happened to be silent. "Stop!" it was a sound of despair. "You hold all the cards, and I have nowhere to go!" She had lowered her arms and her proud boobs commanded all attention. Her thumbs were in the band of her undies and started to push down. Oh fuck, really? Was this really going to happen? I couldn't believe my eyes as I quickly shut the door and turned towards her. My second brain had sprung to attention. I was all attention now! Slowly she lowered her underwear. A patch of fuzz was visible. I moved closer. I slid my hand up her thighs. I could feel her fuzz brushing the back of my hand. Crap, she had darted away. Maybe only a foot or so, but from where my mind was, that was pretty close to an eternity away. I wanted to feel her lips, past her fuzz... "Hurry up and get this over with!" She almost said it with a triumph, which was so un-becoming the situation. She had walked into the bedroom, leaving me standing there with the image of her hips swaying around the door opening. It felt like minutes, but in reality, it probably wasn't more than a split second, and I was in the bedroom too. Tugging at my clothes, which were loose and easy to remove, I tried to slide into the bed. My hard dick was making removal of some clothes more of a hassle than usual, but what to do? I had my hands on her tits. My hands were large, but even so, barely large enough to completely cup her boobs. Oh, I tried, at least a few times to grope all of it at once. She laughed. What did she laugh at? My hands? My hard dick trying to hold on to the band of my underwear? I don't think I ever found out. After all, I had other things to focus on. Now I was within inches of her face, her mascara covered eyelashes almost beat on my cheeks. I felt her fuzz brush on my leg. I was panting and roughly maneuvered her towards the center of the bed. The time for talking was over. Time for taking had begun. Oh, I took, no question asked and I slid forward, her soft fuzz at first, her soft creases next... Oh, it didn't stop there, her sloppy wetness only sucked me further in! My mind did not allow me to make note of it. I was inside, and the soft ribbly texture was trying to write a story of itself. I drove inside, slowly at first, rougher next, somewhat softer after that... I had no idea just what I was doing, the daze I was in was impossible to fight. I was boning this hot chick! Sooo wet, so hot, so ... oh, words are sooo difficult at times like this! Yes, I did notice she was smiling, smiling wildly with all her teeth showing, ear to ear. But what did I care? I was inside, I was where I wanted to be, and I was getting what I wanted. She bucked almost as hard as I was. It was only a matter of time and I would come all inside of her. "Ahhhh" She almost sounded like she was in pain. Her hands grasped the sheets in a contortious way. Her head tipped back and she made gasping noises. Her blush was undeniable. "You are not going anywhere!" I said laughingly as I pounded away. Loud slaps came in a rhythmic fashion as I was breathing heavily. Seconds later I convulsed on her, exhausted, happy and prouder than a peacock. Prouder than three peacocks really. With her left boob in my hand, I laid on her, catching my breath. Slowly I regained my conscience. Is this what it is like to come down from a drug? She didn't say a word. Her face was blank actually. It was time to go. I rushed into my clothes and in no time was lacing up my boots. She was still naked and as I opened the door, she handed me an envelope. It was a little weird to be rushing out like this, especially since I had my endorphins racing! I was ready to go to the corner bar and tell anyone who would listen that I boned the beauty at 2C. I was almost walking next to my shoes! As I got into my car, the only sound was the click of the seat belt. I started the engine and rolled out the driveway. The street lights were dim, but my mind was still reeling, reeling from the euphoria of my feast with my tenant. Well, with wasn't the right choice of words, but feast surely was. The traffic light turned red, just as I approached. The red hue highlighted the letter that I had tossed in the passenger seat. Why did she give me a letter just as I was leaving? Suddenly my curiosity got the best of me. I pulled over under a street light and opened the envelope. A check was inside. Signed and back dated to the first of the month, and for the full rent amount. What the hell? Now my mind was really reeling. What does this mean? Wait, there was something else in the envelope. A $100 bill. But that was not all, on the back of the $100 bill, there was a sticky note. It was blue. With blue writing on it. Suddenly the street light wasn't bright enough. What did it say? I almost panicked. As I deciphered the letters in the dim light of the lamp post, suddenly my heart seemed to sink into my shoes. "Thank you" it said, in cursive. WTF? What WAS this???