Chapter One – The Perfect Storm
Everyone gets to a point in their life when things go out of control. Whether it was random or planned, wanted or feared, the perfect storm had occurred in Cassandra Mumford's life. Her parents had moved to a warmer climate. The boyfriend she shared an apartment with for the past year, up and left her. The temp job that she had been working for the past 3 months ended up hiring the other temp and let her go.
Now she's sitting on the couch in her only clean pair of yoga pants and t-shirt, eating ice cream straight out of the carton. It's not that she was binge eating, it was the last thing in the refrigerator. She was out of food, out of money and it is the first of the month again and her rent is due. Cassandra barely kept from getting thrown out of the apartment last month. She had no clue what she was going to do this time.
As she sat on the couch, her mind wandered back to the debauchery that occurred the last time the rent was due. She'd gotten some money together for rent but it wasn't enough, she remembered. When she dropped it off at the office, Cass just slipped the envelope into the slot and left. That evening there was a loud knock at the door. Not thinking, she had opened it to find it was the slimy manager of the apartments coming to collect.
Mack Wiley was as sleazy as they came. His tight pants and half buttoned silk shirt were probably fashionable in the 70s. His receding hairline and yellow teeth did nothing for Cassandra, except make her want to throw up in her mouth. Mack pushed his way in the door and shut it behind him.
"Cass, you own me $200 more on the rent. I'm here to collect or you're going to have to move out."
"Come on Mr. Wiley. You know Mark left me holding for the rent. He took his things and left. No note, no excuse and no rent money."
"That's not my problem. My problem is you still owe me $200 bucks and I need it today." His voice squeaky. It sent shivers up Cass's spine.
"Please Mr. Wiley? There got to be some kind of arrangement we can make to cover until I can get you the money. I've got a check coming by the end of the week." She lied.
Mack's eyebrow raised at the word "arrangement." His beady eyes travelled up and down Cass's body. She shuddered with the thought of him touching her. He was licking his lips. This was getting out of hand really quick.
"What kind of arrangement are we talking about?" His eyes still roving over her body.
"I was thinking I could help out in your office or something and take some of what I owe out that way." Her body shuddered again. She had noticed a small wet spot on the front of his tight pants. EEWW She thought to herself. No fucking way. He's not thinking I would...
Mack grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. He rubbed her hand against his growing bulge. "You can take care of this and I will knock off some of what you owe."
Cass tried to jerk her hand back but his grip was too tight. He repulsed her. There was no way she was going along with this. Not now. Not ever. "I'm not doing anything of the sort. Now give me my hand back."
"Well then, I guess you'd better start packing up your things and get the hell out of this apartment!" He said angrily. The fire in his eyes scared her.
"Wait. I have nowhere else to go Mr. Wiley. What am I going to do?" Cass said pleadingly. Tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
"That's not my problem. I gave you an option. You either take it or leave now."
Cass was at a crossroads. She really didn't have another option. It was give sleazy Mr. Wiley a hand job or she'd be sleeping in the streets. So she reached down and unzipped his pants. Her trembling hand fished his little dick out of his pants. It was about 5" fully hard. Her hand started stroking him. She looked up and saw he had a big yellow grin on his face. Sweat was starting to form on his balding head.
"That's more like it. Now get down on your knees and get to work. You owe me." His hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down.
Even looking at his tiny dick up close it was still small. Although she had small hands, they looked big wrapped around his cock. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her towards his cock. Cass tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Her lips parted and he thrust his cock into her mouth. He tasted of sweat and stale urine. She thought she was going to puke, but her tongue swirled around the crown of his dick. She leaned back and used her saliva to stroke his shaft with her hand.
Just as he was about to pull her down on his cock again, it jerked and spewed his slimy cum across her face.
"Eeww, fuck. That's disgusting!" Cass squealed.
Embarrassed, Mack tucked his shriveling cock back in his pants. "That's good for $5, you still owe me $195. I'll be back Friday for the rest. You'd better have it or you're out on your ass. You hear me?" He didn't wait for an answer and left, slamming the door behind him.
That was three days ago. Cassie puts down her carton of ice cream, having lost her appetite with the flashback of Mr. Wiley cumming on her face. She sat there feeling like her world was coming to an end. She halfway expected him back banging on her door. She was expected to come up with the rest of the money by tomorrow but she had nothing.
Chapter Two – A Stranger Comes Knocking
Cass was laying on the couch asleep in her yoga pants, an oversized t-shirt that Mark had left and her fuzzy cat slippers. The half empty carton of melted ice cream was still on the coffee table, when there was a knock at the door. She was startled awake by the pounding on the door. She quickly looked at her clock and saw that it was after 11pm. Maybe it was Mark, her old boyfriend, coming back to rescue her. She went to the door and looked through the spy hole.
All she could see was some tall, dark, and handsome guy. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. Nope, he was still out there, and still good looking as hell. She cleared her throat. "Who is it?" Her voice cracking from her recent slumber.
"It's Eric French Miss Mumford. Can I come in?" His voice low and sultry like liquid lava. She thought she heard a bit of an accent but couldn't place it.
She opened the door but left the safety latch on. "I don't know an Eric French. Who are you?" Her eyes took in his muscular frame. He was well dressed in jeans, a button down shirt and jacket.
"Sorry to intrude on you at this late hour ma'am. Like I said, my name is Eric French. My company owns these apartments and I understand that you're in arrears for this month. I was hoping to come in and make some kind of arrangement for payment."
Cass noted his southern drawl. It was sexy as hell and he looked like he walked out of some 'Southern Living' magazine. He was certainly better looking that sleazy Mr. Wiley. "It's kind of late. Couldn't you come back tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid I have eviction papers here Miss Mumford. If I don't get some kind of agreement tonight, you're gonna be served with them tomorrow and have to get your things out. I was hoping to avoid you that embarrassment" His voice was even and not angry.
Cass closed the door and unlatched the safety chain. She opened the door and let him in. He stepped inside and she gasped as he towered over her. His broad shoulders seem to block the lights from outside. She led him into her living room and offered Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, a seat in her Queen Anne chair, while she sat on the couch. He waits for her to be seated first. Where has such a gentleman has been hiding all my life? She thought. As soon as they were both seated, Cassie realizes her poor manners.
"Mr. French, would you like something to drink?" She says nervously, trying to let her voice crack.
"Sure, what do you have? And its Eric please."
She clears her throat. "Well Eric, I have..." Oh Fuck, she thinks. I don't have anything to drink. "Um, actually, all I have is cold water from the tap. Is that alright?"
"Water's fine."
Cass sees a faint curl in his lip, as if trying to hide a smile. She gets up and walks into the kitchen. She pulls a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water from a pitcher out of her refrigerator. When she turns around to take it to him, she bumps into him, spilling some onto his shirt. Again, she's startled by how he towers over her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you followed me." She says, handing him the glass, then reaching her hand out to try and wipe it away from his shirt.
Her fingers touch his damp shirt. She can feel the hard muscles of his stomach beneath. A shudder runs down her spine, directly to her pulsing clit. Cass feels the dampening of her folds. She shyly turns and replaces the jug of cool water into the fridge.
Eric notices her empty refrigerator, as he follows her back to the living room. He waits for her to sit again, then takes a seat. "Now Miss Mumford, you seem to be behind on the rent, and I don't think $5 hand jobs to Mack are going to cover it."
Cass blushes crimson. "But I..." She starts to say but is cut off sharply.
"No buts Miss Mumford. Mack said you were expecting a check and could make the rest of the rent today. I'm here to collect."
"The check didn't come. I don't have it today." She lied.
"Miss Mumford. You don't have a check coming. You've been out of a job for the past few weeks. Unless you're out on the street sucking cock somewhere, you don't have a way to pay what you owe me."
"How dare you. I'm not a whore. I don't..." She was cut off again.
"You were going to say you don't suck cock? Is that why your boyfriend left you?" Eric's brow was raised questioning her.
"I don't think that any of your business. I..."
"Ah, but you've made it my business because you haven't paid your rent in full. Don't take my easy manner, and southern drawl to be a sign of ignorance. You lied to Mack about having the money to pay today, and by doing that, you've lied to me. I don't take kindly to being lied to Miss Mumford. I think that calls for some form of punishment. Don't you?"
Cass blushed shyly. "Wait, what? You can't do that." Her nipples perk under the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her panties are wet at the thought of this big strong man taking her over his knee like some school girl.
Eric can't help but notice her short intake of breath through her flared nostrils. The pointy peeks of her aroused nipples don't go unseen either. But it's her dilated pupils that tell him that she is stirred by the thought. "I can and I will. That or I will serve this eviction notice and you'll be out of my apartment tonight."
"OK, what can I do to pay off what I owe you." She bits her lip, not able to look him in the eye.
"First, we have to deal with your punishment. I don't tolerate being lied to. Now come over here and get across my knee. Then we'll talk about some payment arraignment" His voice firm but not angry.
Cass is startled by his command but stands and starts to walk to him.
"Stop! I want you to crawl over to me."
"This is ridiculous. I'm not..."
"That will be ten more."
