I am about 50 years old and own a couple of investment properties that I maintain myself. Kind of my retirement package although I don't really need the money. I like the tenants, turnover is low and not much maintenance. I'm single, twice divorced and no kids. I live alone with my 2 German Shepherds, Hilda and Hans. They are my buddies and are both still intact, I hope to breed them some day, at $2000 each their litters are worth what I paid and a lot more.
I say turnover is low but its really because I only rent to single women, mostly divorcees that need a cheap place after the relationship ends. Most aren't looking for another man (or woman) for a while, "Once burned twice shy." as they say.
One of my units was up for rent. A nice 2 bedroom in the heart of a small town called Riverside. The first day I put the ad on the web I had 10 calls.
Two of the callers mentioned they were splitting up. I never ask about relationships but you would be amazed what people offer up in wanting a new place to live.
Sam was one of the two I agreed to show the place to the next Saturday. Her voice sounded kind of husky over the phone but I thought nothing of it. She had the same job in construction for 10 years. Claimed to have great credit and could come up with the rent and deposit no problem.
Saturday we met at 1:00 PM she was right on time. All 6 foot 3 inches of her and maybe more. I stand about 5 foot 8 and came up to her shoulder. She had long brunette hair in a braid draped over he shoulder and down her front almost to her waist. Her face was tanned like she worked outdoors. I had pictured an office worker when she said construction but when she reached to shake hands I could tell she was no fake nailed office manager. Rough hands, firm grip, trimmed nails and looked me right in the eye when we shook.
"Hi, I'm Sam Gianti." she said.
"You have the apartment for rent?"
"That's me." I said.
"I'm Rick the owner."
"Great, can we take the tour?" She asked.
Right down to business I liked that right away. I like women that are direct and forward with what they want, no small talk.
"Let's go, it's up the steps." I said.
As we turned she flipped he braided hair around to her back and as she did I noticed her bright Green eyes and perfect eyebrows. Obviously professionally done I thought.
"After you." I said.
I let her lead the way up the stairs. Maybe I'm a bit of a pervert or maybe a gentleman but following her up the steps gave me a perfect view of her nicely toned ass and long legs. She was wearing black spandex and I could see every curve and bump and the view from behind and up was worth my time even if she didn't like the apartment.
We got to the top of the stairs and she stopped quickly and turned. I almost ran into her my nose right between her slightly exposed boobs.
"Oops." I said
"It's down the hall to the left, keep going, first door on the left."
This time I led the way. Once inside she looked the place over pretty well. More than any woman I had rented to before. She opened and closed all the windows, flushed the toilet twice, tested all the faucets and drains, turned on the oven and microwave, tested all the light switches. She knows what she's doing, I thought.
"I like it." She said with a smile.
Beautiful teeth. Pearly white perfect smile, and lips like rose petals. Her eyes sparkled a bit, I could tell she wanted it, or wanted the apartment. Wow she was hot looking when she smiled. Somebody really fucked up losing this one I thought.
"Do you mean you want to rent it?" I asked.
"Yes, right away, I sold my house, it's going to closing at the end of the month and I want to stay local. This is the nicest place I've seen so far and I want to live here, It feels right."
A full sentence, well spoken, she was obviously well educated and literate, I thought for a moment about the other caller and had not scheduled a time but had promised to call her at 2:00 PM to set something up.
"Well, I had another showing but your application was perfect and I have no problem calling them with the bad news, I will get a lease drawn up and we can meet Monday after work if that works for you." I said.
"Great, I want to take some measurements of the rooms and is it OK if I paint one or two of the rooms?" She asked.
"Sure I'll help you measure." I said.
She popped laser tape measure out of her pocket and as we measured she recorded it on her phone while taking pictures of each room. Some kind of App on her smartphone, She obviously knew her tech stuff too. I asked her about the app and she said she could change the colors in the picture and with the measurements it would tell her how much paint she needed too. Pretty cool I downloaded it onto my phone too.
We made small talk as we measured, She went to a local college, was early 30's never married, no kids, one cat named Mugsy. Pretty normal I thought.
Wow was I wrong.
So she signed the lease, paid the deposit and moved in three weeks later. All pretty normal. About a week later I got a call from her. She said that the dishwasher was shot, which I already knew, and could I come and take a look. The old tenant never used it so I assumed it needed to be replaced but as a good landlord I always check the basic stuff first. I went over Saturday at the agreed on time and knocked on the door, no answer. I checked my watch it was 1:00 PM right on time. I called her cell, no answer. She knew I was coming so I let myself in.
What a nice job, the place was painted, all modern furniture, nice art on the walls, very classy I thought for a construction worker.
No sooner had I entered than she walked in right behind me and scared the shit out of me.
"I.. I.. figured you knew I was coming so I let myself in." I stammered, somewhat embarrassed.
Then I noticed what she wore. Her long braided hair was stacked up on top of her head and wound around in a snakelike pile 6 inches high. She had on a full length black leather coat and 4 inch stiletto heels. Christ she was 7 FEET TALL.
"Sorry I'm late, give me a minute." She said and went back to the smaller bedroom and closed the door quickly.
A minute later she was out in her spandex, floppy oversized top, hair down and smiling, bare feet Looked like no bra too she was either a 34 or 36 C cup. Her nipples looked like 2 eraser heads poking out under her top. It could have taken me 5 more minutes to pick my jaw up off the floor she still had her makeup on and it was very well done. Red lipstick, long lashes, perfect highlights, it took some time to put that face on I thought. And she smelled like lavender in spring.
"He's dead." She said.
No kidding I thought, you probably gave whoever you saw a heart attack or fucked him to death in that outfit you were wearing. I knew she meant the dishwasher. I smiled and did my routine. Check water, breaker panel, twist the dials, look under for loose stuff.
"I did all that." she seem a little annoyed with my double checking.
"No big deal It's over 10 years old and not worth fixing, I get a new one delivered Monday or Tuesday." I said.
I turned to leave. I bent over to pickup my tool bag and in a split second she was in front of me.
"Hey, sorry if I seem annoyed, I just wasn't ready for you to see me in my work clothes." She said calmly.
"No problem." I bolted for the door.