Author's Note: You might want to get the background info by reading "TMB: The Foundation" first, but after that the stories that take place in the Masterson Building can be read in any order.
Up in his penthouse, Frank thought about the apartment here in his Masterson Building that had recently become available to rent out. The previous tenant's employer had transferred her to another state. He would miss her; Elena Juarez had been a sexy woman with nice, soft breasts and she gave great blow jobs. But he let her go because change wasn't so bad, he liked to every so often get some fresh meat to play with. This morning he had a young woman coming to look at the apartment and he was eager to meet her. One of his current tenants, that racy redhead Lily Gardner in 4B, had recommended her before he even had a chance to put an ad out. From the description he was given of her looks and from the other information he got from Lily, it sounded like she would fit in nicely. She was single, relatively young, and she did have a well-paying, professional job, so she could be sure to pay the rent. As a bonus, she worked from home, like over half of his other tenants. This meant that she was another toy who would be around almost whenever he wanted to play with her.
A little before nine, a young woman walked up to the front door of the Masterson Building. She stood on the front stoop and called the number she had been given. It rang several times before Frank picked up.
"Hello."
"Hi, this is Valerie Wilson. I'm here to look at an apartment. Lily Gardner told me to call this number when I arrived."
"Of course. Just one moment and I will be right down to let you in."
To be on the safe side, Frank gave a look at the front door camera on his computer. Frank liked what he saw. Valerie had shoulder-length, jet black hair and dark green eyes. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough that from the angle of the camera he could get a peek at her ample cleavage.
"Lily's description didn't do her justice," he thought to himself as he dabbed a bit more of his cream drug on his neck.
A minute or two later, Frank stepped out of the elevator and walked to the front door to let Valerie in.
"Hi, I'm Frank Masterson. Nice to meet you, Valerie," Frank said as he opened the door.
"Thank you, I'm... wait, did you say 'Frank Masterson'? As in the owner of Masterson Pharmaceuticals? You're who the Masterson Building is named after?"
"What Masterson did you think it was named after?" he asked.
"Well, I, um, didn't really think about it."
"Don't worry about it, that's actually a good thing, keeps the paparazzi away. But in any case, yeah, I own this place. In fact, I'm the landlord."
"Really? Wow."
"Let me show you around a bit, then we can head up to my office to talk."
"Up to your office?"
"I live and work on the top floor."
"O-kay," said Valerie, flabbergasted that such a rich man would live in an apartment building, and not a mansion. He didn't look bad either. He was in rather good shape and still had a full head of ebony black hair.
"Looks and money, not bad," thought Valerie.
Frank led Valerie into the lobby and turned left.
"On the first floor is where we have the laundry room and the gym. This door leads to the gym."
"Uh-huh. Wait, gym? Lily didn't say anything about a gym."
"Really? I would have thought when she told you about this place, she would have been sure to mention it."
Actually, Frank knew Lily had not told, because he had specifically told his girls not to mention certain things in order to make the Masterson Building look even better to anyone they recommended to check it out.
At the door, Frank knocked three times.
Valerie gave him an inquiring look.
"I always knock so I don't accidentally walk in on my tenants possibly changing clothes. I like to use the gym, too, but I'm the only guy in the building, so..."
"The only guy? Why?"
"I wanted this building to be a place where single, professional, women like yourself could feel safe and comfortable. To do that, I only rent to single, professional, women."
"Why only single women?"
"I figure any woman who has a partner doesn't need my help. They can take care of each other."
Since no one shouted out not to enter, Frank opened the door and led Valerie into the locker room.
"Even though you could certainly change and shower in your own apartment, I had both a locker room and showers put in for convenience sake. The gym is through the door on the left. It has weightlifting equipment, a couple of treadmills and exercise bikes, and a spot with a TV that can be used for watching yoga videos, or sitcoms, or talk shows, whatever you like. I've got both the cable and the internet hooked up," he said with a grin.
Valerie smiled back.
"As you can see, the showers are just through there, lockers around the corner. The door on the right leads to the pool, hot tub, and sauna."
"Pool, hot tub, AND sauna?!? Wow. What's the membership cost to use the equipment?"
"No cost, it's all included as part of your rent."
"Really? Sweet."
Frank led Valerie back out and headed down the north hallway on the other side of the lobby.
"That door on the left leads to the extra storage area. This is the laundry room," he said as he walked in to show her the four washers and four dryers, one of which was currently being used.
"This also is included in your rent. But you'll have to provide your own detergent and fabric softener."
Standing by one of the dryers was a pretty, young woman with black walnut-colored skin, her curly hair a shade darker. Most noticeable though were her cantaloupe-sized globes. She turned to look at Frank and Valerie.
"Hi Frank," she said with a big smile.
"Hi Tina. Just showing a possible new tenant around. Valerie Wilson, this is Tina Maxwell."
"Hi. Trust me, you want to move in here. This place is great."
"Thanks for the endorsement," chuckled Frank.
"I'll certainly keep it in mind," said Valerie.
"Well, we've got a lot more to see, so let me show you the apartment that's available. Unless you have any questions?"
"Nope, let's go."
"See you around, Tina."
"Bye bye," said Tina, waving as they left.
Frank led Valerie back to the elevator. They got in and Frank hit the button for the second floor.
"Your apartment would be 2C," Frank said as the elevator started moving. "There are eight apartments on the second, third, and fourth floors for a total of twenty-four tenants. As I said, I live in the penthouse on the fifth."
The elevator door dinged and opened. Frank and Valerie got out and turned right down the south hallway.
As they reached 2C, the door of the apartment next to them opened.
"Oh! Hi, Frank," said the gorgeous brunette who stepped out.
"Hi Celia."
"This the new tenant?"
"Possibly. Valerie Wilson, this is Celia Franklin."
"Hope you do move in. You'll love it here."
"So I've heard. People do certainly seem to like this place."
"Oh?" asked Celia, looking at Frank curiously.
"We ran into Tina earlier," explained Frank.
"Gotcha. Well, I'll leave you be, got errands to run."
"See you around," said Frank as he unlocked the apartment door. He opened it wide and waved Valerie in.
"I must say, people do seem to be quite friendly around here," Valerie commented as she walked in, giving Frank a chance to glance at her tight ass.
"Oh yeah, they get really friendly," Frank thought to himself.
"I'm glad to say that all the tenants do get along quite well. Honestly, I've never had anyone complain about anyone," he replied.
