"Drip.....drip.....drip....."
I sat in my cramped apartment alone listening to this like I did every other day. It has been a week since I got layed off and already I feel the pressure of taxes and bills on my back. The insurance company I worked at had folded leaving me and many others unemployed; luckily, I had been smart and saved enough. I have a nice apartment (even though there's a leak in the tap) and a nice new BMW, however I have no one to love.
As soon as I lost my job RΓ©mi left me all alone I never knew he only wanted my money. Looking back I should of know those nights spent with him were only leading up to the borrowing of money. Thinking of this I recline on the couch and feel my housecoat open slightly. I look down at my breasts and feel the urge to massage it while I watch a programme.
After much channel changing and writhing against pillows I stop at a movie; a young girl has a man's cock in her hand. She has it grasped firmly and is pulling at it as he calls her on....I slide my hand under my panties and feel the sticky wetness as I rub and rub...my clit begins to throb and swell oh how I need someone.... Knock knock knock!....
I suddenly bolt upright realising there's someone at the door I absentmindedly close my housecoat and bolt towards it trying to act casual. I open the door and peer around the corner before undoing the chain. It's my landlord Monsieur Cardin.
M. Cardin is an older man, he's tall and quite chubby, his dark hair and brown eyes can catch your attention quickly or make you feel like you should look elsewhere. His children all live with their mother and he is living alone in one of the many apartments of MontrΓ©al.
"Mme Thibault I don't want to bother you so late in the evening but we must discuss your lack of rent for this month...things are tight you know." While mentioning this he played nervously with the top of his sweatpants and pulled his t-shirt down farther.
I looked at him and I realised if I invited him in and a gave a sob story he may give me an extension of time.
"Would you like to come in and discuss this over coffee M. Cardin?"
"Well erm...I suppose so....quickly you know....I don't want to keep you awake...please call me Claude...."
He came in and suddenly looked over at the T.V. screen, I blushed and rushed over to turn it off.
"I was in the middle of changing channels and....well...!" I quickly threw down the remote control my pale cheeks turning pink.
"Nevermind...I watch that myself.....oh well not a lot I mean I've seen it before..." his face was a bit flustered as I led him to the kitchen to change the subject.
He watched me carefully as I fill the coffee machine then sat down to chat, my dark curls unruly as usual for the evening.
"Mme. Thibault....will you be able to pay soon?"
"I lost my job..."