I was desperate. The rent was past due and in my mailbox was a seven-day notice, pay or you will be set out on the street. It was just an old mobile home in a cheap trailer park, but it was all I could afford for my two kids and me. My deadbeat husband was no where to be found and child support non-existent. My job at the department store just barely meet my expenses, but this month the store cut my hours back to save on payroll and the kids had to go to the doctor and I just couldn't pay the rent on time. Now, I was facing eviction.
Dave was the owner and operator of the trailer park. He was a scummy character resembling Ron Jeremy the porn star: beer belly gut, unshaven, and generally unkempt in appearance. I didn't much like going to his office. Dave would always leer at me undressing me with his eyes. I once walked in and he had a porno flick playing which he only muted while I was there paying the rent.
It was right at 4 when he closed the office that I walked in hoping that I could appeal to what ever heart he might have to give me some extra time.
No such luck, the bastard just grunted and said, "all you single woman with kids and no husband are alike. You think just because I own this trailer park that I am rolling in money. Well, sweet heart, I have what I have because I don't give nothing away. Pay your fucking rent or you and your two brat kids will have to get the fuck out."
I turned feeling like shit as I walked toward the door when he hollered at me, "Hey, sweetheart, you might be able to work it off. You know, trade out some personal services in exchange for a paid rent receipt." I turned and looked at him and naively I asked him what sort of services did he mean.
He laughed and told me to lock the door and he'd explain it to me. Again, naively I locked the door and as I walked back toward his desk he told me to stop and turn around slowly. Puzzled, I started turning around. With my back toward him he told me to stop and bend over. That's when stupid me caught on to what personal services he wanted.
I turned about and glared at the SOB, "you bastard, I am not a fucking whore! You really think that just because I am in a tight spot that I'd resort ..."
Interrupting my tirade Dave said, "Now, Sweetheart, I know you're a good girl. I am a businessman... you've seen the bumper sticker, No, cash. Then it's gas, grass or ass no one rides free? Well, I got plenty of cash, my gas tank is full, and I don't spoke pot. But, you are, in addition to being a good girl, are one nice piece of ass. Now, don't get so indignant over a simple business transaction. You can be walking out of here in thirty minutes or so with a paid rent receipt. Doing only what you no doubt have done free with lots of guys."
I just stood there glaring at the SOB his words echoing in my mind. Then I began to think that as disgusting as Dave looked and his offer was it was a quick easy way for me to keep my ass from being pitched out onto the street. My glare soften, my eyes closed and with a deep sigh a stood composing myself in preparation of what was expected of me.
Sensing my resignation to any further protest Dave leaned back in his desk chair and with a business, matter of fact, tone to his voice he to asked me to take my clothes off. I locked my eyes on his as my hands shakily began unbuttoning my blouse. I pulled my blouse from my skirt, slipped it off and laid it on the chair in front of his desk. Next, I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor. As I stepped out from my fallen skirt I also slipped out of my sandals. Laying my skirt on the chair I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra strap. A quick roll of my shoulders and my bra joined my blouse and skirt. Dave's eyes widen, he licked his lips and he grabbed his crouch and adjusted his stiffening cock.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my bikini panties I started to push them down my legs when Dave told me to stop. "I asked you to turn around and bend over for me. I still want you to do that, and as you do I want you to slide your panties slowly off your ass and down your legs."
I did as I was instructed. With my thumbs still in the waist band of my panties I slowly turned my back to Dave and as I bent over I slipped my panties down off my ass till they just fell down my legs around about my ankles.
"Spread your legs sweetheart." Dave instructed. I stepped out of my panties leaving them lay on the floor, and with my legs about shoulder with apart I bent over till my hands touched the floor.
"Now, Sweetheart, pull your ass cheeks apart for me. Show me your pussy and pretty little ass hole." Again, I did as he requested. I felt dirty and cheap as I grabbed both ass cheeks and pull them apart expose my private it's to his leering stair. Through my legs I could see him rubbing his crouch his breathing was getting heavier as he studied me.
"Nice, sweetheart, very nice ass and pussy. Most ladies I know keep their pussy hair trimmed. Your thick natural bush is nice. Come over here by me, Sweetheart, let me get a closer look at all your loveliness." I stood, and in total humiliation I walked over to that S.O.B. I've been naked many times with my ex-husband and several boyfriends, but I never felt as naked, totally exposed and vulnerable as I did walking over to where Dave was sitting and stood between his open knees. He lightly stroked by legs. He examined me head to toe. Smiling, he slowly moved is hands upward and back over and around my ass. As he squeezed my ass checks he pulled his face into my belly and rubbed and kissed it. Then he looked up and I felt his hands coming up the sides of my naked flesh till his hands where holding my breast. He squeezed them and pinched my nipples.
