I'd be lying to you if I said that the thought of getting into bed with my new roommate Georgia, hadn't crossed my mind once or twice since she moved in. I seemed to have a new roommate every month, but that's how it goes when you live in Los Angeles. People are always coming here to make it big. This city eats a lot of them up quickly and their gone before they even really get here. Myself, I've been lucky, I've been here for about five years; moved here a week after I graduated from high school and have actually gotten some work. This town is full of waiters and waitresses that claim to be actors, but I'm one of those waitresses that actually books jobs. I've done some extra work for shows like CSI and Bones, and even had a few lines as Hot Girl #2 on an episode of The Big Bang Theory.
I'm still waiting for my big break though and I take a roommate whenever possible just to help with rent. Like I said, there's no shortage of people to choose from in this town, all I have to do is tack-up an add at the local laundry mat and within 24 hours I'm getting calls from people looking to split the rent with me. My place is nothing special, but I've been here since I arrived in LA and its home to me.
I've had a few guys for roommates in my time here and it usually leads to me fucking them. You'd do it too if you were me, trust me. Some hot, sexy young guy comes here to make it big in the movie or music industry and they end up living with you, which to me is a recipe for sex.
Derrick was the first male roommate I ever fucked. It was my third year here and by then I'd had seven female roommates move in and move out. I promised my parents that I'd never live with a guy, but when Derrick showed up at my door with nothing but a duffel bag full of clothes and a guitar case, I quickly broke the promise I'd made to my parents.
Derrick was a budding rockstar and he acted like it. He ended up in some half-ass rock band, but mostly he just went out and tried to be seen around town. One night I came home from a party, drunk off my ass and looking for some cock. Derrick was asleep on the couch and when I came in I woke him up. He asked how my night had gone, but I was so drunk and horny that I kept steering the conversation towards sex and eventually Derrick's rockhard cock was in my mouth. We'd screw around every so often after that night, until one day I came home from work and found a note that told me Derrick was getting worried about the way he was living his life, so he was moving back home and checking into rehab.
I've had five male roomies since Derrick, but I only had sex with two of them and only because I came home one night completely plastered, and I regretted it the next morning.
Georgia was my latest roommate. She was a tall and gorgeous redhead.
"I moved here right after high school," I told her at the roommate interview.
"You must be doing something right if you're still here," she said.
Georgia had dropped out of her second year of nursing school and come to LA to chase her childhood dream of being a movie star. We would most likely be competing for the same parts considering we had the same look. We were both tall, with long hair and great bodies. We'd be up for parts like, Hot Girl #1 or Bikini Girl #5, stuff like that that took advantage of our best assets, but Georgia had a sweet down-home charm that made her more of a leading lady than me.
We booked a job as Bikini Girls together at her first audition. The part was minuscule enough, but it got Georgia's feet wet and got her her union card. Being an extra pays crap, but hanging around with hot guys all day is a pretty good perk as far as I'm concerned. We got paid to lounge around the pool that day and I snuck off to the washroom to have sex with a hot, shirtless guy who was also an extra.
I was watching TV in my bedroom one day when I heard Georgia talking to someone at the door. I knew who it was, which was why I didn't come out of my room to see what was going on.
"I don't know if we're gonna have it," Georgia told the visitor as I listened from my room.
I snuck a look out my window to see who was standing at the door and just as I had suspected, it was our landlord Ricky. Ricky owned the building, in fact he owned five buildings around town and we only ever saw him when the rent was past due. Ricky was about six-foot-five and gorgeous. He couldn't have been any more than thirty-five years old and he had tattoos all over his gorgeous, tanned body. Sometimes I'd hold out on giving the super our rent check just so Ricky would come and talk to me about the rent. I know he knew what I was up to, but I loved the way my pussy ached when I saw him, so I paid the rent late every few months.
Ricky would come to talk to you personally when the rent was past due and every time I wanted to invite him in so I could taste the big cock he must have, but I folded every time under the weight of his tanned muscles and shiny green eyes, and handed the rent check over without even trying to seduce him.
"I'll be back in three days to collect," Ricky told Georgia. "I'm afraid you'll have to move out if you don't have it then."
"What are we gonna do?" Georgia asked when Ricky was gone.
"Did you tell him we've got a job next week?" I asked her.
We both worked as waitresses part-time and tips had been slow the last few weeks, so we didn't have the rent that we owed. We had a modeling gig coming up next week, but wouldn't get paid until it was done.
"I told him," Georgia said. "But he said we had to have it in three days, or we had to go."
I didn't know what we were going to do. There was no way to come up with the money that we needed in time to pay our rent.
"I know a guy that's always looking for hot girls," Jenna, a girl I worked with at the restaurant told me.
"For modeling?" I asked.
"Not quite," she said.
"I'm not a hooker, Jenna," I said.
But I was desperate for money and even considered it for a moment or two.
The day before the rent was due; Ricky came into the restaurant for lunch. He looked so good with his sunglasses and thick black hair. I hiked up my skirt a little more than usual, let my long blond hair down and went to wait on him
"Hey, Ricky," I said. "What'll it be?"
Ricky didn't look up from his menu. "Hey, Heather."
His eyes were locked on my legs; with my skirt pulled up, you could see the tip of my underwear and I shifted my legs so my skirt would ride up even more. The guys behind me must have gotten a good look and my firm, tight ass, but I didn't care, the way Ricky was staring at my pussy made it so wet that I didn't care who else was looking.
Georgia came over to the table. "Hey, Ricky. How's things."
She took my free hand in hers and Ricky looked up at us.
"Heather," Georgia said. "Your skirt is riding up."
I looked down at my crotch. "Oh my god," I said.
Ricky's gaze returned to my warm, moist pussy.
"Let me get that for you," Georgia said.
She slid a delicate hand down the front of my flat stomach, across my pussy and pulled my skirt down.
I didn't know what was going on at the moment, but I followed Georgia's lead because the feel of her finger grazing against my tanned thigh, made my nipples hard.
"Thanks, hon," I said to and kissed Georgia softly on the lips.
Ricky went back to studying the menu, like we weren't even there. No doubt he had girls do things like this to get his attention all the time, and the way he played it cool made me want him even more.
Either Georgia or I seemed to be at his table constantly to check on him, but Ricky continued to play it cool.
"You need anything?" I'd ask when I stopped by to check on him.
I pushed my big, perky tits up as far as they would go, but Ricky never stared at them. Georgia did her best to seduce him also, bending over to pick up a dropped fork, using her best asset, her firm, tight ass as her weapon, but Ricky didn't take the bait.
