I was twenty-six years old, I didn't have a job, and I didn't go to college. So it was a total shock when I heard that my Uncle Lenny had died, and left me his building in his will. At first I couldn't believe it; not that my Uncle Lenny died, he smoked so much we were all surprised he made it as far as he did. I was surprised he left me his building. He had bought it twenty years ago, and ran it ever since. There was even a short period when my mom and sister and I lived there. The only thing I could remember about Uncle Lenny's building, was that there always seemed to be beautiful women there.
I flew out to California to take over for him, expecting an already working ship. What I found when I got there, was that Uncle Lenny was in massive debt. Of the fourteen available apartments in the building, only seven were being rented out. I spent an entire day going over the books, getting more frustrated by the minute. Five of the seven renters were at least one month behind. Two of them were three months behind. And one special renter, was a staggering six months behind on her rent.
I was grateful that my uncle had thought of me, and I knew this could be a real financial opportunity, but I was beginning to realize how much actual work this was going to take. I knew the first thing I had to do was straighten out the late fees. I was sure that they would not receive me well, and wondered if I would have to evict any of them. After thinking about it for a while, I decided that I should go to the latest renter first, as I didn't think she would be able to stay. Plus, if I evicted her, it might show the others that I meant business.
I walked to the third floor, where a Ms. Baxter lived, and walked down to her door. I had never done anything like this before, and I was a lot more nervous than I thought I would be. I could hear the TV on inside, so I knew she was home. I knocked loudly on the door, and waited. After a minute without being answered, I knocked on the door louder, and this time I heard the TV turn off. I heard someone moving around inside, and a moment later the door opened.
The woman standing in the doorway looking angrily at me wasn't anything like I had expected, and I froze up a bit. I was expecting a middle-aged cat woman, not a sexy young blonde with big tits. She was tall and beautiful, and she looked pissed. She crossed her arms under her huge tits, and looked at me impatiently. I could only stare, as I had not been nearly prepared for her beauty. Finally she seemed to get fed up with my staring.
"Look, I don't have time for this," she said angrily, "so whatever you're selling, I don't want it." She began to shut the door, and I finally snapped out of my trance.
"Wait," I managed to say before she shut the door in my face.
"Look buddy, whatever you want, I'm not interested," she said impatiently, "now if you don't leave, I'm going to have to call my landlord."
"I am your landlord," was all I could think to say.
"My landlord is Lenny Stargle, and he doesn't appreciate trespassers, so leave now or I'm calling the police."
"Lenny was my uncle," I explained quickly, "he died last week, and he left the building to me. I am the new landlord." I had expected them not to believe me, and I had brought the paperwork proving who I was. I handed the sheet of paper to Ms. Baxter, and she read it carefully.
"So, wait," she said slowly, "Lenny is really dead?"
"Ya," I said, nodding my head solemnly, not sure how she had felt about him, "he had cancer for most of the last year, so it wasn't all that unexpected. Still hard though; I was really close with Uncle Lenny when I was younger."
"So that means, you're like, really the new landlord?" she asked me, starting to sound a little worried.
"That's right," I nodded again, "and I don't know what kind of deal you had worked out with my uncle, but I see that you are six months behind on the rent."
"Ya, but I owed Lenny that money," she explained simply, "so since he's dead, don't I like start over from scratch?"
"Uh, no," I said awkwardly, "I own the building now, so you owe me the money. It doesn't matter that Lenny died, you still owe six months' rent."
"I know I'm behind," she said, making a cute pouting face at me, "but it's really hard for a girl to get by in this town. I have a bunch of auditions coming up though, so I should have money soon."
"Look, Ms. Baxter," I said slowly, not wanting to have to do it, "I'm sorry, but if you can't pay at least three months' rent by next Tuesday, I'm going to have to evict you."
"You mean, like, kick me out of my own apartment?" she asked, sounding shocked.
"It's my apartment Ms. Baxter," I said plainly, "you're renting it out, and if you don't pay the rent, I will have to evict you, and let someone who will pay move in."
"But, isn't there anything I can do," she asked, sounding frightened now.
"Other than paying your rent, no, there isn't," I said plainly, trying to sound sympathetic, and yet also stern. "Don't take this the wrong way mam, but did you and my uncle have something arranged?"
"Like what?" she asked, a little defensively.
"I don't know," I said quickly, "I just don't know why my uncle would have let you stay here for so long without paying."
"I mean, he liked to stare at me a lot," she said casually, "but nothing more than that. Most guys stare at me anyway, so I figured there was no harm in letting my landlord stare, especially when he was letting me go behind on the rent."
"So, he let you stay here for free, so long as he could ogle you when he saw you" I asked, not quite believing it.
"Ya, pretty much," she shrugged.
"Wow, well, I guess Uncle Lenny always was an eccentric," I sighed, "I really am sorry, but if you don't pay the rent, I'll have to evict you by the end of next week. I'm staying in my uncle's old apartment, downstairs, number one. Just slide it under if you want, or knock, I'll probably be there."
"You can't be serious," she said as I turned to walk away, "you can't just show up and tell me I have a week to pay six thousand dollars."
"I'm really sorry mam," I said truthfully, "I hate to have to do this, but this is my building now, and I don't plan on owing money like my uncle. From now on everyone in this building pays the rent, or lives somewhere else. Honestly you should consider yourself lucky I'm only asking for half of the rent you owe."
I waited a moment, seeing if she had anything else to say. She looked like she might cry, and I felt awful. Finally she turned, and slammed the door, and I walked away slowly. I felt like a total asshole, and wanted to do anything else, but I figured since I was already going, I might as well tell the others. I walked down the hall to the Jenkins' door. They were only two months behind, but I could hear a baby crying inside. I knocked on the door, and a minute later it opened.
The woman standing in the doorway this time looked utterly exhausted, and yet surprisingly attractive. She had a two-year-old on her hip, and I could see two more children running around inside. I took a deep breath, and explained the situation to her, just like I had with Ms. Baxter. Mrs. Jenkins listened carefully, reading the paperwork I showed her. When she was done, she handed it back to me, and looked up at me with big doe eyes.
"So, how long do we have to pay?" she asked carefully.
"Well, you have until next Tuesday to pay the back rent," I explained, "and then you have another month before this month's is due."
"And how much do we owe by next Tuesday?" she asked, fiddling with the toddler in her arms.
"Well, uh, you owe four thousand," I said, "but I can let you just pay one month next week, and then you'll owe two on next month."
"I appreciate that," she said with a sigh, "but I don't think we'll be able to pay you next week, at least not that much. My husband is out of work at the moment, and I'm too busy with the kids to work."
"I'm really sorry mam," I said, feeling like a broken record, "I know my uncle was very lenient with everyone, but this is mine now, and I saw the kind of debt he built up by letting people live here for free. I'm afraid I just can't do that, as much as I wish I could."
"I understand," she said, getting a little frantic, "but we don't have the money. We have three small children, we really can't afford to leave this place."
"Look, I know this is all very sudden," I said, meeting her eye, "I'll let you talk with your husband, and I'll come back tomorrow and we can try to figure this out together. Maybe your husband could do some custodial work around here, in exchange for staying here."
"That would be great," she said, sounding relieved, "thank you so much, I'm sure he can do whatever you need."
"Good," I said, feeling better than I had a moment earlier, "you talk to him, and I'll come by again tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm downstairs in apartment one, by the front, come see me if you need anything."
I walked away from the Jenkins' door more exhausted than ever, but feeling good about myself now. I thought about taking a break, but decided I should get them all out of the way as soon as possible. I walked down to the second floor, and over to the door of a Ms. Peterson. After seeing the last two tenants, I knew to expect a hot woman this time, and prepared myself. I knocked on the door, and a second later it opened.
I thought I had prepared myself, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw. The gorgeous brunette standing in the doorway was wearing a sexy black sports bra, and very small, very tight black shorts. Sweat was running down her toned muscular body, and her hair was done up in a ponytail. She had clearly just come from a workout, and she looked absolutely stunning.
"Uh, Ms. Peterson?" I asked her, trying not to stare at her rather large tits.
"No, I'm Stacey, her girlfriend, who are you?" the gorgeous brunette said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Um, well, my names Jim, and I'm actually the new landlord here," I said nervously.
