Another week had come and gone and I slept fitfully every night. I couldn't always remember my dreams, but my thoughts when I woke were clouded by images of Charlotte naked, posing, at the complete mercy of Tony's demands. My girlfriend, my love, degraded for rent money. While the details eluded me, I knew that my dreams alternated between nightmares and the erotic. It was like my mind hadn't decided yet how to categorize the events from the previous weekend.
We didn't have sex that week. But I masturbated every night to the images seared into my memory. Her labia exposed by the slit cut out of the panties. The cheap high heels he made her wear. Her breasts framed by the open bra. I have no doubt Tony did the same, only to the photos instead. I wondered if Charlotte knew. I wonder if she knew that he had almost certainly shared the photos with his friends. I wonder if she knew the amount of cum that had been spilled this week on her behalf.
We were tantalizing close to having earned the money we needed, with 450 dollars to our name. We knew that Tony wouldn't accept anything less than the full amount and the last thing I wanted was to negotiate with him again. I had gotten nearly all the hours promised by Manuel, but we hadn't anticipated needing to spend a few dollars to live for the week. The food we had remaining wasn't able to be stretched as far as we had hoped. And Charlotte's job hunt continue to be unfruitful. I suppose a small part of me questioned how hard she was looking, if she was willing to do what it took to earn the money. I dismissed the thought that perhaps she was planning on going through with the second session, against what we had decided on.
We had made a plan for that Saturday evening. We'd go downstairs and Charlotte would say the safe word before anything happened. Per the ground rules, it would buy us another week, a grace week, enough time to earn another few hundred dollars. Enough time to find another place to rent by the next weekend, if we were lucky. Otherwise, we'd bus to the nearest city with a consulate. We'd report our passports stolen, and with our remaining funds we'd pay for new travel documents and stay in a hostel while earning the remaining money we needed for a plane ticket home. The dying flame of the lives we dreamed of would be extinguished.
So that fateful Saturday evening, we walked down the outside steps to Tony's unit. Not bothering to knock, I reached for the doorknob. My hands shook as I opened the door to a subtly lit room, the smell of cheap candles hitting me like an invisible wall. Tony sat on the couch, his back to us, and he turned slightly to beckon us in. Without a word and barely a glance he motioned me towards the same wooden chair that I had sat last week. He held his fingers to his lips and smiled, and I understood the deal to be the same. If I said anything at all, we'd be evicted immediately, no grace period.
But I was trusting Charlotte to execute our plan without becoming entrapped in our landlord's subtle manipulation. As I took my seat on the hard wooden chair, doubt crept back into my mind that Charlotte would somehow do something she didn't want to do. I knew that I'd probably make things worse by opening my mouth. I took my seat and nodded at Charlotte for her to say the safe word - simply "no" when he inevitably asked her to strip to start things off, the exact procedure the ground rules had dictated. We'd follow the rules to the letter so that he couldn't evade his commitment. It would be over, and we'd get our week to move out.
Tony sat down in the same spot on the couch, the spot where had been when his intense orgasm had drenched Charlotte in his cum. Charlotte sat in the armchair opposite the couch. As we settled, he spoke. "I'm eliminating the grace period. You don't go through with this and I evict you today."
A wave of heat washed over me. For the first time that night, but not the last, I was at a loss of words. Charlotte responded with barely a whisper. "You know we have nowhere to go."
Tony responded casually, unconcerned. His demeanor was indicative of the power he held in the situation. "You''ll find the eviction laws here heavily favor the landlord. And I'm good friends with the officers that are investigating the robbery of your unit. I could have them here within the hour. They wouldn't hesitate to escort you out if you don't go peacefully."
I squirmed in my chair, both knees bouncing uncontrollably. Was he bluffing? Could we take that chance? We'd have nowhere to go. I don't even know how we'd survive. Were eviction laws that strict? How could we consult a lawyer - and with what money?
It took all my power not to say anything. I wish I had. Charlotte seemed to be looking down at her feet, thinking about how to respond. She didn't look over to me, even though I tried to will it. Even just a second of eye contact. Tony took advantage of the uncertain silence and started talking again. "I'll make this easy on you. I'm okay with just a handjob. I've already been edging all morning thinking about this, so I'm going to cum quick. And both of us can stay fully clothed."
I could tell that Charlotte was taken aback. She assumed that Tony would make this session the most depraved version of the ground rules possible, just as the first session had been - but here he was promising the opposite. Tony seemed to have anticipated our move of surrender. Charlotte seemed to be considering and decided to test his generosity. "What if you wore a condom too?"
"I can do that. Whatever makes it easier."
I squirmed in my chair but tried to hold onto the belief that Charlotte knew what she was doing. But there was something else more powerful that prevented me speaking, something small in the back of my head. I couldn't get the first session out of my mind. My arousal disgusted me, but looking back, there was some depraved curiosity of seeing my prudish girlfriend give another man a handjob. Part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to watch.
And with that agreement things began unfolding at a dizzying speed. Tony stood and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside Charlotte on her right side. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off, then his underwear. His erection sprang out, revealing his full length. Charlotte gave me a quick look and then focused her eyes on his cock. Even from my vantage point, I could see precum glistening over the head of his penis. He wasn't lying about having been edging.
He reached into his pocket for a condom. Looking back it should have been a red flag that he had anticipated Charlotte's request, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Undoing the wrapper and tossing it aside onto the couch, he placed the condom on the tip of his penis and unceremoniously rolled it down to the base - or at least attempted to. His girth was such that the condom became stuck about two-thirds of the length down, where the remaining material bunched up and created a ring that dug into his flesh.
He grinned. "Even large condoms are a little snug sometimes."
Charlotte adjusted herself, brushing her hair to one side and trying to push away from the dip in the couch that Tony's mass had created. She reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around his erection. Her hands were small, but now they looked tiny in comparison. She began slowly, rhythmically moving her hands up and down. Tony let out a small moan. That image - the love of my life with her hand on another man's penis - is seared into my memory forever.
