Author's note: Start of a new series. Hope you enjoy reading it. If you realize this story is not for you, please move on to something else.
Thanks to Roxy, Anora / MorbidOrb and Joko44 for help and feedback.
Happy reading.
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I paid my parent's debts, all of it. I bought a nice car, a black Lamborghini Aventador Spyder from 2003. And when it was time for college, I bought me and my girlfriend, Kimberly, a giant house in Courtington, Indiana. A small college town but with some sweet mansions that I could get for a decent dollar. And yes, I went to college, despite the money. I had finished my BA, and was in the middle of my master's degree.
How did I afford all this?
I sold a bunch of Bitcoin back in December of 2017, making bank. That's how.
The last thing I spent my money on, though not all of it, was setting up an online clothing company called Entrendy, which Kimberly and I ran on the side.
"Babe, you got a second?" I asked one morning, sitting at my desk working. We sat at our office, which was up in the loft area.
"Wait," Kimberly said, holding out a hand for me to pause whatever thought I had.
Kimberly, or Kim more often, was my now wife. We married pretty young when we both turned twenty. Being childhood sweethearts, it felt natural. That was two years ago. She never cared that I was rich, or poor when I was that. We grew up in the same neighborhood after all. She was just my hot, nerdy wife. Not only was she hot, petite, and had all the shapes a man could desire, she was my best friend and partner in everything. From the business to the bed. Beautiful brown sexy eyes. Her black hair was always draped behind her ears. She was truly mesmerizing.
And as she was nerdy, she was a hefty gamer as well. I played some too, but she was firstly way better than me, and secondly way more into it than me. She even worked as an esports analyst in CSGO, Valorant, and League of Legends. And thus she mostly worked from home. Some of our clothing merch had even been in conjunction with her work.
Though, now she sat in her red sporty spandex boxers and a red lacy bra, like a true sweaty gamer. She was playing CSGO, and our office was in the loft of our giant house, so it could get quite warm.
I just leaned back and looked at her, as she got mowed down as they were rushing B. The result went from 4-15 to 4-16 and she lost the match. With a small curse, she spun her chair around to face me. God, Kimberly was beautiful. From her brown, smiling eyes to her olive-tanned skin. People always gave the stereotype that Latina girls were aggressive and angry all the time. Kimberly was just sweet and kind. She was just herself.
She shifted her glasses and looked at me.
"Whaddup?" she asked.
"Take a look at these leather jackets," I said and rolled my chair to the side so she could look at my screen.
Kimberly scooted over. I found a concept for some sweet leather jackets, provided by one of the designers my company worked with. It was in red leather, with pockets on the sleeves and some nice zippers giving it a slick, but ragged look.
"Badass," she muttered, squinting her eyes.
"Yeah. I was thinking those but in Italian leather?"
"Really? You don't think that is a bit risky? I mean it would be expensive."
We chatted like this for a bit. Weighing costs against the potential increase of our brand. We tried to get a nice casual line of streetwear that also looked somewhat decent. And to get the word out, we had contacted some musicians if they wanted a small sponsorship from us. Wear it, show it. That kind of thing.
But everything was at a weighing point. While I had money, I also had a lavish way of spending my money. I called it living, investing in the future, and all that crap, but honestly. Money out is still money out. And looking at the forecast I was currently heading into the deficits. So I needed something to ease expenses, especially this giant-ass house we didn't really need. Or we needed a home, just not something this big.
We took several measures to alleviate the costs. One of those was taking in a tenant. Down on the ground floor, we had an extra bedroom with its own bath. It had served as a guest room, but we had a few of those. So in theory, we could take on more tenants. But one at a time. We had never done anything like it.
"So has anyone answered the ad?" Kim asked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"Not really. Two or three. It's March, so it's mid-semester," I answered.
"Well, we need to interview them. Set it up, bro!" Kim requested, getting up. Yeah, she was sort of tomboyish when it came to how she talked sometimes.
I looked at her cute ass walk across the room and to the stairwell just outside the door, yanking her white crocheted long-sleeved sweater on the way, a Christmas gift from me. It was warm as hell up in the office, but down in the rest of the house, it could be chilly, being March and all.
"I'm grabbing some G-fuel, you want some?"
"No thanks, I got muay thai in an hour, and then I have some shit I gotta do at the library," I yelled after her as the back of her hair disappeared down the stairs.
I turned my attention back to the applicants. Three. Two guys and a girl. I doubted Kim would accept a girl into the house. Not that I would mind. Heh, we had a pool out back. But guy talk aside, these other guys seemed more orderly. Toby was one, the other was Marcus. Marcus was in his 40s, and I wasn't about to let some old fuck into our house. And he was a plumber. My uncle was a plumber, and he was an absolute maniac. I hoped for more because the poor list of realistic applicants was just Toby for now.
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So when I said I was lavishly spending my money? That wasn't to say that I was wasting money. Just, expensive cars stupidly bought and big ass houses required some decent cash flow. Still, as I waxed my Lamborghini, looking over at my Rolls Royce and my collector Jaguar 67 E-type, I thought,
"Maybe I should have been smarter back then."
I was still young, but I was even younger and stupider then. At least I had these cars to show for it.
"Ahem," I heard. I looked up. Kim was standing in the open garage door. It was a double-wide, but my eyes only saw her. Dressed in a simple, yet flattering red bikini. Flat, taunt stomach, slender waist. Decent breast. Good hips and a nice piece of ass.
"Better. I prefer you stare at me rather than your car," she joked.
"You want it? I'll give you one if you want," I joked back. The cars were for us both to use, in reality. I just had better insurance as I had had the license for longer.
"Nah. Get your dad bod out here. I need a sexy lifeguard watching over me when I swim. You need to count the laps."
Ah, I knew it. It was a secret ploy for her to get me into swimming trunks. I chuckled. I was in pretty good shape. Tall. Handsome some might say. I worked out like a motherfucker, so I better be. But it was all for my girl.
Why did she want to swim in March anyway? We had an outdoor pool heated throughout the year, but come on.
"What about some skinny dipping?"
"Sure. Why not? Just, your uncle is out back fixing some pipes in the pool house. Shit pipes as he calls them, the gentleman he is."
I forgot about that.
"Hey. How about we don't? It's freezing," I teased. Kim snuffed at that. "Let's get showered up. We have our first interview in an hour."
We had quite a big shower in the downstairs guest bedroom, which was highly convenient. As soon as I got her naked in the shower, I came up behind her. I kissed her sensitive neck feeling her firm belly with my hands, moving up to cup her handfuls of breasts. God, she was magnificent. Kim laid her hands on top of mine, pressing them further into her. I angled my hips down and as I pressed forward and she pressed back, I entered my young hot wife.
"Last time in this bathroom," Kim moaned as she leaned up against me.
"Better make the best of it," I whispered, kissing her, wincing a bit when she bit my lip at the end of it.
"Yeah? Give it to me then, Josh. Give it here!"
It wasn't more than a few minutes of passionate lovemaking before we wrapped up. We had shit to do, and loads of time to bang more later. Which we likely would.
We had received a few more applicants. More in our range of people. We had agreed on either old ladies that seemed cool enough or college guys who seemed like they would misbehave. Not that we were strict or anything, just we didn't want this to affect our lifestyle. Plus, for obvious reasons, we didn't want some idiot to try anything. Either with me or with Kim.
Sure, down the line we thought of picking up more tenants, to fill the house up a bit, but for now, we were trying to get used to the whole notion of someone else living in our home.
The candidates were Lauren, Toby, Steven, and Joey. I dismissed Steven and Joey immediately. Steven was way too big, and besides I sorta knew him from the boxing gym. We wanted strangers. Joey was a jock who had been tossed by his dad, a hotel mogul in town. I didn't want any of that. Lauren was a pretty attractive brunette. She had green eyes and wore a pretty red dress showing a hint of cleavage. I had to say of all the candidates-
And yeah Kim vetoed her. So that left little ole Toby.
Not that he was all that 'ole'. He was younger than us. Twenty years old, taking a bachelor's degree in something blah blah blah. He was kind of pudgy and seemed like the type who would keep to himself. So that was good. We hired him. Or not hired, but you know what I mean.
At first, it was awkward walking in nothing but my bathrobe on, finding this new kid in my kitchen. It was a big kitchen, so there was plenty of room, but still. Sipping my coffee, I found myself eyeing him up, there he sat and ate his cornflakes.
Black short hair. He was taller than Kim but shorter than me. So that puts him around 5 foot 11 maybe 6 feet? Tired eyes, but I could tell if he applied himself he could be decent looking. I shrugged my shoulders, deciding to engage in conversation, as his host.
"So how's it going, Toby? Slept well?" I asked, picking up the OJ and pouring him a new glass. "Find everything to your satisfaction?" I sounded like I was being a dick the way I asked it, but I was trying to be genuine. But the look in his eyes told me one thing, he was intimidated by me.
I glanced down at myself. Whoops. I closed the robe quickly.
