I couldn't decide between Mature or Non-con/Reluctance for this piece. This time it's two girls - twenty years old - who owe their pervy old landlord two months rent. He comes up with a suggestion that they could clean his house - one in a bikini, the other as the saucy French maid.
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There may be errors still in the text; if so, I apologise.
GA - Belize City, Belize. 21st May 2012.
'You don't mean it,' Adele said, eyes wide, long hair sweeping as she shook her head. 'It's a joke ... Please, Becky, tell me it'll be all right.'
Rebecca Roberts gritted her teeth against the annoyance at her friend's constant need for reassurance. When would the woman learn that she was just as worried by their predicament? She sighed and looked around the flat, it wasn't much but they'd done their best to make the place homely. It had been fun going to car boot sales, visiting charity shops, collecting sticks of furniture and odds and ends, sanding down chairs, varnishing, painting; and having a laugh while doing so. Now the rent was due ... again. The part-time work they'd both picked up, warehouse work, waiting-on here and there, had gone so far, but not far enough. Rebecca turned to her friend's face, seeing her doe-eyed and close to tears.
'Something will come up, Adele,' she said, smiling cheerily despite the loose, watery feeling in her stomach.
'Do you think so, Becky? Really? Because Quin is going to want his money ...' Adele's face crumpled. '... And we already owe a month. Oh, Becky,' she sniffed, close to real tears. 'What are we going to do?'
Becky's patience snapped. Why don't you offer to show him your tits?' she spat. 'That might keep him happy for a day or two.'
Adele stared at her friend through her blonde fringe. She grinned weakly. 'For a second I thought you were serious.' She cuffed at her nose, sniffing back tears.
Becky's eyes glazed for a moment, her lips pursing. She turned to her friend, her expression sly.
Adele responded, her voice faltering. 'What ... I mean ... You're not suggesting ...'
Becky rolled her eyes. 'Not really,' she said. 'But it wouldn't hurt to flash some flesh when he comes round for the money. 'He's always drooling over your tits. Becky smirked, 'Besides, it isn't as though you don't show them off anyway.'
'Yes, but,' Adele pulled a face, 'he's just such an old, pervy letch ...'
'Who we owe nine hundred quid ... Two months of rent, Adele ...' She let their future prospects – eviction, ignominious return to their hometown in the South East corner of England – sink in. 'No more university. Back to Maidstone to work in a pub or whatever.' She shrugged. 'My dad can't afford to bail us out. What about your mum and dad?' At a teary-eyed head shake from the blonde, Becky sighed. 'Just give him a good eyeful. Flaunt the girls. Give the old perv a show. You never know, he might keel over with a heart attack.'
A guffaw blurted from Adele, a wet sob of cheer through the tears. 'It'd serve the miserable old bastard right,' she grinned, sniffing.
***
Robert Quin climbed the stairs to the top flat. 'Thirteen properties,' he muttered as he climbed. 'Twelve pay on time, but these two girls ...' Quin shook his head, pausing for a rest, chest heaving, his breath wheezing from the laboured bellows of his lungs. He pictured the girls in his mind –
a sexy pair, especially the blonde, with them big knockers and a lovely plump backside to counterbalance her frontage. She was a juicy one all right, voluptuous and ripe. The other one, Becky, was actually the better looking one, nice legs and a tight arse, she'd look great in stockings and shoes, the blonde was more in your face ...
'Enough of that,' he muttered, one hand on the banister as he hauled himself to the landing. 'Already had a month's grace,' 'Nine hundred pounds or you're out.'
He reached the top of the stairs and knocked. Adele, wearing a scoop-necked sleeveless vest, opened the door. Quin's eyes instantly fell to the deep crease of the girl's cleavage. Adele felt the heat of his stare and a flicker of distaste, unnoticed by Quin whose attention was solely on her chest, curled the girl's mouth. She paused, giving the old man the opportunity to get a good eyeful of her curves before stepping back and allowing the landlord into the flat.
'Becky,' Adele called. 'Mr Quin's here.' The young woman turned, deliberately showing off her round buttocks in a pair of short shorts. A sound from behind made her turn. 'What was that, Mr Quin?' she asked, looking back over one shoulder as she led Quin into the galley kitchen.
'Nothing,' I was just thinking out loud,' Quin said, his eyes crawling across the girl's backside. He turned at the sound of Becky's voice, his eyes reluctantly rising.
'Bad news I'm afraid, Mr Quin,' Becky said as she entered the tiny kitchen and interrupting the man's lewd thoughts. 'We're a bit short with the money.'
Quin's gimlet eyes shone with avarice at the news. 'How short?'
'I've got about two hundred quid spare ...' She wrinkled her nose at the dour-faced man as he regarded her seriously. 'Why don't I pour us all a drink? We can sit in the living room and discuss it.'
'Discuss what?' Quin said gruffly.
Ignoring the question, Becky replied with one of her own. 'Beer OK, Mr Quin?'
Quin sighed, the girl was insistent. 'Grand. Thanks.' He sipped at the bottle Becky handed him and surreptitiously, so he thought, stared at Adele's breasts.
Noticing the man's line of sight, and seeing her friend squirming under the heat of Quin's gaze, Becky suggested: 'Uh, shall we go into the living room. It'll be more comfortable in there?'
She led the way followed by Adele, with Quin at the rear licking his lips as he followed Adele's jiggling bottom.
Quin eased his pipe cleaner frame – knuckles and wrists, knees and ankles – into a deep-seated armchair. Adele sat opposite Quin and tucked her legs beneath her while Becky sat on the floor.
'So,' Becky began brightly. 'What are our options, Mr Quin?'
Quin had plenty of options to put to the girls. A plan was forming in the old man's mind. He'd done it before, he could do it again. He'd have to be careful though, times had moved on since the 70s, the first time he'd come up with his suggestion for payment-in-kind for rent arrears. He was also a lot older. These girls, sassy, modern young things might not go for it. Still, it was worth a go.
He began by going in hard. 'You'll have to go,' he said, eyes still glued to Adele's breasts. 'I can't afford to lose two month's rent,' he lied. 'And since it's a month's notice ... and you defaulted last month ...' He heaved a big sigh, turning his sorry expression to Becky. 'I hate to see two lovely ...' he paused, tongue sliding over his lips again, '... attractive girls like you two out of here.' His arm swept the room. 'You've made the place look really nice, but,' he shook his head, face lugubrious as a mourner's, 'but what can I do?' He spread his hands and suddenly grinned, wolfishly.
As anticipated by Becky, briefed on what to do, Adele leaned forward. 'But ... but ... Mr Quin,' she said, 'isn't there anything we can do? Can't you give us a chance to get the money?'
With only a quick glance at the girl's cleavage, Quin pretended to be deep in thought. His eyes closed as he leaned back in the chair. A bony forefinger tapped his pursed lips. Suddenly, as though an idea had just popped into his head, his eyes opened and he shot upright grinning.
'Well ...' he began, there
