After watching the 25
th
different version of "A Christmas Carol" during the Holiday season last year, I was inspired to create an erotic version of the story, and Nude Day seemed to be the perfect holiday for the setting. There are some scenes of male/male sex and BDSM, so if these bother you please be warned and don't say you weren't warned. I put it in Exhibitionist/Voyeur because that is what the main character is throughout the story. Oh, and my apologies to the spirit of Charles Dickens.
I am a long-time reader on Literotica, but this is my first submission and hopefully not my last. Please enjoy and vote.
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Elizabeth walked into her office, glad once again to be in her wood-paneled sanctum. She carefully set the leather briefcase down on the mahogany desk next to the cup of coffee her assistant had placed there moments before. She then removed her scarf and gloves, handing them to Roberto in their well-rehearsed morning dance. As he left to place her things on their shelf, she sat down and logged into her computer and savored the hot beverage as the familiar start-up tune played from the computer speakers.
As she opened her email program she heard Roberto in the front office talking to someone.
"So, you going to be there tomorrow?"
"You know it, sweetie." she heard Roberto's reply. "I've got something special for you."
She heard kissing sounds and then the door open and close. A few seconds later Roberto appeared in her doorway, a little red in the face.
"Who was that?"
"Just Hank from across the street, Ms. Groome. He was just checking to make sure I was going to the party tomorrow."
"You know I don't pay you to play kissy face with your boyfriends."
"Yes Ms. Groome, I'll see that it doesn't happen again."
"Very well, what do we have for today?"
And with that, the business day began...
She never understood why her husband had chosen this location, but she had to admit that Harold had negotiated one hell of a deal on the lease. While the business remained in this location, the annual rent increase was tied to the CPI, so now after 20 years and a couple of real estate booms, they were paying less than half what it would cost anywhere else in town.
Of course, that also meant that she had to walk past the strip club with the bright neon sign advertising "Girls! Girls! Girls!" that was between her office and the parking lot. It wasn't an issue in the morning, but when she left in the evening she occasionally had to deal with rowdy, drunk young men who tried to pick her up, figuring since she was walking through the parking lot she must be a dancer at the club.
Her office window faced the bar across the street. She figured it was a gay bar since she knew Roberto and his partner hung out there after work most nights. The club was called "Beach Bums", and their sign featured a muscular guy laying, front-side-down on the sand wearing just a thong, looking back over his shoulder winking at the viewer, which did nothing to change her opinion of the place.
At least those two places usually didn't start getting busy until after she had locked up for the night. The sex shop next door was another matter as they seemed to have a regular stream of people walking past her door all day. Most of these were middle-aged old men who shuffled past her door going to the shop, then shuffling back to the parking lot a half-hour later empty handed. She wasn't completely oblivious and figured the guys were going there to jack off in the video arcade. Occasionally you might get a young couple or a group of giggling girls getting things for a bachelorette party. Sometimes these people would come in her office door, but quickly would realize they were in the wrong place and back out again.
Until his death seven years ago, Harold McBride had been one of the shrewdest people in the real-estate business, at least in this city. He started off as a realtor, but quickly realized that it was easier being a mortgage broker and letting the other guys try to match up buyers and sellers. When Elizabeth came to work for him, he was just starting to build a business in the sub-prime market, financing people who wouldn't normally qualify, then when they couldn't pay he would foreclose on the home and turn it into a rental property, in many cases renting it back to the very people he had just foreclosed.
He originally hired Elizabeth to be eye-candy for the front office, but quickly realized her real value was much deeper than that. Her keen financial sense and her ruthless manner when dealing with foreclosures and the occasional eviction moved her quickly from secretary to full business partner. After a few years, they had grown their holdings to the point that they managed most of the rental property in town.
Their marriage had always been more of a business arrangement than a matter of love. Harold used to joke to his friends that he married her just so she couldn't be forced to testify against him, but she knew that there was more truth to it than either of them wanted to admit. Harold was always the wheeler-dealer, and would sometimes take what he called "non-cash payment" if someone couldn't pay their rent. Usually this was in the form of jewelry or electronics that he sold through a dealer friend in another state. More than one woman had tried to offer themselves in trade, but Elizabeth walking into the room usually ended that negotiation quickly.
Sex was never really part of the relationship as they were both too engrossed in the business to ever really care about it. In fact, other than occasionally crossing paths while one or the other was coming out of the shower, they rarely even saw each other naked which suited Elizabeth just fine. She had been raised with a strict upbringing. Her father was a banker and like most men of that era left the rearing of his two daughters to their mother. Her mother took this job very seriously, always making sure they were dressed as proper little ladies, and constantly reminding them how a lady should behave. When they got to be teenagers, mom had explained that sex was a duty that a wife did only for her husband, and her "womanly virtues" should be reserved only for that man alone. As she grew up, Elizabeth realized how out of touch with reality this was, but habits learned in childhood are hard to overcome.
When Harold died, right in the middle of a real-estate crash, she inherited the business and was left to manage it on her own. Dealing with all the foreclosures and evictions had honed her cruel edges to their sharpest and hardest. It wasn't her fault if people bought more home than they could afford, and if people couldn't pay their rent she went by the letter of the law in processing evictions. She ended Harold's "non-cash" deals when one guy came into the office offering to "comfort the grieving widow" in return for rent forgiveness. She pulled a big hunting knife out of her desk drawer and told him he would have to leave the collateral with her until he had the cash to pay up. Fortunately for her, he turned tail and ran out of the office, but the incident made her realize how vulnerable she was. The next Monday she hired Roberto to manage the front office to provide some semblance of security for her.
The help wanted sign had only been in the window for a couple of hours when Roberto walked in and seemed to check all the boxes she was looking for, a strong, young male to deter any other men from thinking they could push around the landlady, but also found him capable of doing bookkeeping and similar office chores. At first, she worried about him trying something with her, then one day he mentioned that he couldn't stay late because his partner, Carl, was making them a special dinner. With the realization that he was gay any concerns about him hitting on her disappeared and she was able to focus on the business...
She was just reading the latest sob-story email from one of her tenants when she heard a commotion in the front office.
"Hey Roberto! Is Dragon Lady in?" Edward gave him a conspiratorial wink.
Roberto cringed inwardly and hoped she hadn't heard, but he gave a smile to Eddie and said, "Ms. Groome is in her office"
Eddie was the only one who could ever get away with calling her by that name. The first time she came to visit he was five years old and misheard "Aunt Elizabeth" and replied, "Hi Aunty Lizard Breath". She thought this was cute and the name stuck. During his rebellious teenage years, the name evolved into Dragon Lady when she had to discipline him. Elizabeth secretly liked the name, but would never tell the boy this lest he start calling her something worse.
He walked into the office without knocking and gave a loud "Aunt Elly, you are looking marvelous today! Have you lost weight, or have you just finished collecting the month's rent checks?"
"Hello Edward. What brings you down to this part of town?" Elizabeth scowled at the interruption.
"Well, as you know tomorrow is National Nude Day, so I'm out shopping for my party and wanted to stop in and invite my favorite aunt to come and join in the festivities."
"You know how I feel about nudity, yet every year you come in here and waste my time inviting me to your naked pool party where God only knows what things go on. I would think by now you would get the hint and give up."
"If you tried it just once, I'd bet you'd like it."
