Landlady, Caretaker, Lover
By Ms. Pamela Lightener
Dani and Lorena are inspired by the characters in my 6-part Lucious Leftovers series.
Please have a look at my other stories, especially
The Charity Trap
It sounded like a scream, followed by the low rumbling of an angry male voice. Trying to relax with a second glass of pinot grigio after a pleasant home-cooked dinner, Lorena immediately came to full awareness, and listened for more. The angry voice continued, along with what might have been crying. Stepping out into the first floor hallway, she heard the voices coming from across the hall, Apartment C, Danielle Garver. She was one of the university students who rented an apartment from her. Good kid.
"No! Stop it, that hurts, Kyle! OW! No, stop it!"
"Danielle, Danielle? Is everything all right in there? Dani?" Lorena knocked sharply on the door, and got no response.
"Get your ass back on that bed if you know what's good for you. All the girls do it and you're gonna give it up too. Now do, it or I'll beat your ass after I fuck it!"
OK, that's enough probable cause for me any day,
reasoned Lorena, and she came in with the passkey she always carried. She saw two naked people, her young blonde tenant, on all fours, and a muscular young man of average size, whom she had never seen, trying to mount her from behind. Both were facing away from her, and neither was aware she was in the room of the studio unit.
"Dammit, shut the fuck up and relax. You're making this a lot harder than it has to be. Fucking shut up!"
He had an average size cock in his hand, and he was forcing it where Danielle obviously did not want it to be.
"OWW! OWWW! Kyle take it out, you're hurting me! Kyle stop! I said no! Owww!"
The last thing Kyle expected was a pissed-off Latina, 5 foot 7 and about 130 pounds, (about 30 pounds lighter than him) staring down at him when he was trying to anally penetrate her tenant.
"What the FUCK?! Get the fuck out of here, bitch!"
He pulled out of Dani's ass and confronted Lorena, taking a step toward her, fists clenched, erection bobbing. That earned him a sharp kick in the balls, followed by a knee to the jaw as he bent over. After the hardwood floor came up to greet his face, Lorena quickly twisted his left wrist around his back, and grabbing a handful of Kyle's hair with her right, shoved his face down for a second round with the floor. She pressed his face down.
That seemed to take the fight right out of the boy. Lorena looked up on the bed, where the girl had remained frozen in her pose.
"Are you all right, Dani? Should we call the police?"
Dani was just starting to recover, and pulled a blanket around to cover her. "I think I'm OK, Lorena. Oh shit, thank you so much. Are you OK?"
Lorena laughed. "Not a scratch, but butt boy here is going to need an ice pack on his huevos tonight. Aren't you, butt boy?" Kyle moaned. "You're bleeding on my floor, asshole. Clean it up." Kyle lay there, hurting. Lorena slapped the back of his head hard. "Clean it UP!"
The punk obeyed meekly, and while simultaneously trying to stop the nosebleed, he managed to get dressed enough to head for the door with a wad of paper towels stained with blood.
Lorena got right in his face before he got out: "Here's the deal, butt boy. I'm filing a report with the cops, and Danielle can press charges if she wants to. That's her decision. But you stay away from her, and this building. That's my decision. Next time I won't be playing. Think about someone your age having to walk with a cane for the rest of his life. Are we clear?"
"Yeah."
"Good, now get the fuck out of my house."
Kyle left without trouble, and Lorena turned to her tenant, the 18 year old college freshman who rented the apartment from Lorena. Cute as cute she could be, Danielle was just north of 5 feet tall, and about 105 pounds. Thick shoulder-length blonde hair (naturally blonde, Lorena had noticed before she had covered herself), and well proportioned, she was on the freshman cheer squad and many campus social organizations. How she got hooked up with that scumbag Lorena could not imagine.
But there she was, wrapped in a blanket, her bottom sore, tears on her face, and not sure what to do. She just stared at the floor.
"Danielle, get some things together and come over to my place tonight. I don't think Kyle is going to be a problem, but you can feel safe there. I was serious. I'm going to the PD and file a report. Do you want to have him arrested? I'll be a witness."
"No, no, I just want it to be over. Let me get some things and I'll wait in your place until you get back."
Lorena settled Dani at her one bedroom unit, and had her lock up tight and keep her phone handy while she walked to the police station three blocks away. The Field Information Report didn't take much time, and while the watch sergeant said that Dani could press charges later if she wanted, he also said he would send one of his officers (who happened to have three daughters) over to have a chat with Kyle, dad style. No rough stuff, but just a couple of war stories about how compound fractures really hurt and take a long time to heal. "Well, communication is the key," chuckled Lorena, pretty confident that Danielle would not be hearing from Kyle anytime soon.
By the time she got back to her place, it was about 9:30pm, and Dani had gotten comfortable watching TV. Lorena got her a cup of chamomile tea and a half a sandwich, because she didn't feel like eating much. She noticed that she was squirming in her chair a little, and wondered if it was because of Kyle being rough with her bottom.