Two months behind on my rent again. I blew the rent money doing some serious shoe shopping, I bought a pair of high heels. I had been ogling over them for months and they went on sale for $300, 30% off, I had to have them. Shoes and I have a funny relationship. I love shoes, I see I have to have them.
Ricky my roomie, he helps me out in times like these, I repay him with sexual favours, he's out of town, gee just my luck. On top of lack of rent money, I had to cook for myself. Ricky does all the cooking for me, Well I am not a great cook how hard can be to cook frozen lasagna. I got the ambiance just perfect, candles, wine, soft music playing in the background. Me wearing my tight black strapless dress. A perfect match for my brand new $300 high heels, the only thing missing, was my prey? My landlord.
A high pitched siren of a fully functional smoke alarm, chimed throughout my ears, along with the smell of charred lasagne filling the apartment. I sprinted through the room, switching off the oven and opening all the windows. Smoking cheese everywhere, cloud's of black smoke. I wafted trying to disperse the smoke, I looked down at the blackened remains of my supper. Running a hand through my shoulder length dirty blonde hair while grimacing at the sight of burned lasagne.
"Just fucking great, I kill my dinner, that was the frosting on the cake," I yelled at the top of my frustrated voice.
Readjusting my short black skirt, then I delivered a smouldering the remains, with one last death glare of, I tossing the lasagna into the garbage can.
I walking away, and kicked off my heels, wiggled my grateful toes, glad to be out of new restricting heels.
I should just go to sleep and calm myself down. Deciding instead to watch television. With little enthusiasm. Settling on a b movie, it wasn't really wasn't worth watching. So I lay my head on my cream coloured couch, closing my eyes, trying to tranquil my mind. Then the sound of the telephone ringing suddenly startled me.
"Hello?" I knew exactly who was calling me after midnight. My prey/landlord.
"Hey, Carla, are you up for paying your rent tonight."
"Go fuck yourself Derrick, I am busy tonight." I had a hard day and the last person I wanted to seem and easy fuck was Derrick.
"Come on Carla, just a few minutes of sexy fun and your rent goes away, I am just five minutes away."
"Oh, OK Derrick, I only have time for a quickie OK."
I swear he took less than 5 minutes to travel the 3 miles when the door buzzer sounded.
"Come on up," I said, pressing the button to open the security door, I left the apartment door open for him to enter.
"Carla you're ready for bed?" was the first thing out of his mouth as he made himself at home on my couch. I went to get Derrick a drink, he always drinks Bourbon, Two fingers which always means four fingers. I arrived with his drink he was sitting on my bed and slipped himself under the covers of my bed. He slid up and propped pillows behind himself.
"Into bed you whore! I know you haven't got the rent money." His tone of voice was harsh, as it is always when he knows I can't pay the rent.
"What the fuck?" I said when he grabbed my arm, pulled me down onto the bed.
Allowing him to removed my nightie, I sat down upon the silk sheets of my double bed. Allowing my body to fall backwards.
"God, it feels so good to be here, in this bed with a real slut like you."
"Only a half hour OK."
"I appreciate your company." It wasn't my company Derrick was seeking. He's always had a physical attraction towards me. He had mentioned several times, that he will accept other forms of payment. With my cash-flow problem, this sounded a perfect solution.
"Give me unlimited sexual favours, and you won't have to pay rent ever again."
