Donna didn't know what to do. She stared again at the notice from her bank and couldn't believe it. The word "FORECLOSURE" jumped out at her. She knew that she'd been having some problems keeping up with her mortgage payment, but she didn't think she was that far behind. Isn't everyone having a hard time these days? Even though she had missed a couple of payments, she thought they would make allowances for her circumstances. After all, her husband was deployed to Iraq and she was struggling to keep things together for her three kids.
Donna walked up to the front of the bank and checked her appearance in the reflection from the glass doors. She had dug through her closet and found her most "professional" looking outfit. The tan skirt and jacket weren't a perfect fit anymore but she figured it would work. The skirt was a little short, showing more of her lean, firm legs than she had intended. The button holding the jacket together was straining β her breasts were quite a bit fuller than the last time she had worn this outfit before the kids. Her pale, white skin and long brown hair still made her a head-turner. Still, she thought she looked very presentable for a thirty-something mother of three. Hopefully the mortgage review committee would feel the same way.
After checking in, Donna was led to a conference room. The room had a long table, nearly four feet wide, with chairs along both sides. She was told to take a seat in the middle of the table. She couldn't help but notice that the three seats across from her all had pads and water glasses. There was nothing on her side of the table.
The wait seemed to go on forever, but eventually the review committee entered the room. Donna was struck by the appearance of the three men that entered. One was obviously the senior member, his gray hair and striking blue eyes gave him an air of authority. The second two members were younger, but both tall and very attractive. Donna caught herself β she couldn't believe that she was "checking out" the men who were about to take her home away from her!
After settling into their seats, the committee went to work. The senior member, Tom, introduced the other two members and explained the procedure. They would review the case then give Donna a chance to make her arguments before they rendered a final decision.
Tom began to read through her mortgage history. As he did so, Donna couldn't help but notice the almost hungry stares she was getting from Brendan and Patrick β the other two members. Donna marked it down to her imagination β too much time away from her man.
Suddenly she realized that Tom had said her name. She looked at him and realized that he was waiting for her to speak. She stammered, trying to collect her thoughts. She explained her situation, telling them that her husband's Army pay barely covered the bills and there was no way she could afford child care to work outside the home. As she spoke, she was mesmerized by Tom's piercing eyes the seemed to look her up and down.
After she finished her plea for more time, Tom looked at Brendan and Patrick. Then he turned back to Donna and said, "Mrs. Johnson, we understand your situation. We see it all the time. But do you think you've really tried everything you could to earn the extra money to keep you out of foreclosure?"
Donna was shocked, and she wracked her brain. "I've already told you β I can't afford to work outside the house. What else could I do?"
"It seems to us that you're overlooking some of your assets and not using them effectively," said Tom. As he spoke, Patrick stood up and moved behind her. Donna heard the "click" of the door being locked.
Donna was confused and couldn't believe this was really happening. "Wha...wha...what do you mean?," she stammered. "What assets have I forgotten? I've cashed in everything I can think of!"
Tom stood up, and Donna noticed a large bulge in his pin-striped pants. Was that what she thought it was? Unbelieveably, Donna felt her pussy starting to moisten as she stared at the obvious hard-on that Tom was sporting.