As the landlord watched Will and Christine scrambling to get their clothes back, both of them red-faced and sweaty, he began to get, what he thought was, a brilliant idea.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this," he said, turning to the Kizer's, who lived next door to Will and Christine. Mrs. Kizer came to the landlord, Mr. James, complaining about the sounds of sex coming from next door and asked him to do something about it.
But as he finally forced his way into their apartment, along with the Kizer's, he couldn't help but get aroused by the scene in front of him. He was especially captivated by the good fucking the young girl was receiving. Catching a fantastic view of her ass, pussy, and tits as the young man finally pulled out of her, allowing her to turn and face him, he retrieved the message from his brain and his dick that he had to do something to get into this girl's hot pussy. Glancing at Mr. Kizer and, in particular, the bulge in his pants, he quickly realized that he wasn't the only one in the room lusting after this hot slut. Mr. Kizer's prudish wife never noticed the difference, though, too busy scoffing at the hot sex scene. Little did she know...
As the Kizer's exited the apartment, Mr. James began working the two young dupes.
"Several of the tenants have complained about noises coming from this room, and now I see why. I simply cannot allow this kind of disturbance here...I'm afraid I'll have to ask you two to gather your things and vacate the premises," he said, attempting to fix his face and sound his voice in the most serious of manners.
Will and Christine reacted just as he had hoped they would.
"No, please!" Christine immediately began pleading.
"We have nowhere else to go!" Will exclaimed in horror.
"Kids, I'm sorry. There are plenty of complexes in the area," Mr. James offered, holding up his hands in the air as if there was nothing he could do.
"But this is the only one we can afford!" Christine said, close to tears.
"Please, Mr. James! We're only college students," Will chimed in.
"And we'll be much quieter from now on, we promise!" Christine pleaded.
Mr. James pretended to think over what they were saying, rubbing his chin and looking skeptical.
"We'll do anything you ask of us, just please don't kick us out!" Christine added in desperation.
Bingo, Mr. James thought.
"Well..." he started, watching their faces closely. A glimmer of hope seemed to flash across their faces, and he knew he had them right where he wanted them.
He looked at Will. "Are you any good at maintenance work?"
"Yes, sir," Will answered, swallowing.
"Both of you, come to my place tomorrow after you get out of class. I have some work for you to do," he said, looking at Will. He shifted his gaze to Christine. "And I'm sure I can find something for you to do, as well."
With that, he turned and headed downstairs and out of their apartment.
The next day, Christine's classes ended, and she and Will rode back to their apartment together. Both showered quickly, as the heat had them both very sweaty, and headed to Mr. James' room.
"I'm so glad you both could make it," Mr. James said, beaming at Christine and feeling his cock already starting to rise. He only had on shorts with no underwear underneath, so he knew that in no time he'd be hard enough for his cock to peek out from the bottom. He was already thinking about all the fun he would be having with Christine in less than 20 minutes.
The look Mr. James was giving her made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she ignored it, figuring that she'd soon be away from him.
"I'm ready to get started," Will said, interrupting Mr. James' thoughts. "What do you want me to do?"
With a hint of irritation in his voice, Mr. James replied, "The Delham's need a little help with the tiles in their bathroom. They keep popping off. Also, their sink faucet won't stop leaking. Do you think you can handle that, son?"
"No problem, sir," he answered.
Mr. James silently said a prayer, knowing that these jobs would keep Will busy until he was done with Christine.
