Sarah Evans quietly alerted her husband Matt to the car that just pulled up in their driveway. The silent look they exchanged said it all, this was their bank president's car and after being six months late on their mortgage payment with numerous threats from the bank they knew this visit wouldn't end well for them. As an added insult their younger friend Amber was staying with them. Sarah knew Amber from high school and later college and they stayed in touch even after Sarah moved away with her husband. When Sarah found out Amber would be passing through during a cross country road trip she offered to let her stay over. Now it felt like the debt they've been trying to hide for so long would be broadcast to the public, Amber might tell everyone from her old hometown how Sarah's house was foreclosed on while she was visiting.
Bank president Michael Sade steeped out of his car like a gladiator entering the Colosseum. At six feet tall his sharp, hard features, and broad shoulders gave him the permanent impression of seriousness and an almost soldier-like bearing. The only thing that softened his appearance were his blue-green eyes that a romantic person might describe as "captivating."
Making him appear even more daunting was his anger. He was more than pissed at the Evans for continuously squelching on their mortgage payment. They both had new cars in the driveway, Matt even had a new motor boat while Sarah was always ridiculously done up in designer labels and big, garish jewelry. Also, Michael hadn't failed to notice her huge fake tits which she must have had done around the time they stopped paying. He decided it must have been more important for them to look like they had money than to actually have it. As a self-made man that angered him the most.
Both Sarah and Matt jumped as Michael banged on the door like he owned the place. Sarah answered the door as Matt stood sheepishly behind the kitchen table.
"Mr. Sade, do what do we owe this pleasure..." Sarah started weakly with a plastic smile.
"First of all Sarah, you're going to cut the shit. You know why I'm here and trust me, it won't be pleasant for you." Michael said with an icy stare. "Six months late on your mortgage payment, not answering your phone, calling us back, or coming in to the office. Did you two honestly think you could live here rent free like the scum you are forever?"
"Is something wrong?" A timid voice from the top of the stairs made them all stop.
Hearing a commotion Amber had just woken up and came to investigate. Her long brown hair was slightly mused and her cheeks were flushed from her warm bed. Everyone's gaze traveled down her body to the thin white t-shirt she was wearing. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through it. Her shorts were just as tight and thin, showing her perfect ass and thick thighs as she turned to walk down the stairs. With one look Michael's cock already began to get hard and strain against the fabric of his pants. God, she even smells like sex, Michael thought as she walked past him to Sarah. Amber had a way of holding herself that made it apparent she was a very sexual, sensual person, however, also vulnerable and honest. With that one look Michael knew he had to get inside her and was already formulating a plan.
Sarah wanted to keep the people she knew from finding out about her financial troubles for as long as possible so she tried to usher Amber back upstairs. "Oh Amber, we were just wrapping up some business. You can go upstairs and I'll be up when we're done..." Sarah said.
"Where are your manners Sarah? You should introduce me to your guest." Michael scolded her like a teacher. Matt started like he was going to speak but Michael beat him to the punch, "I'm Michael Sade, the president of National Trust Bank and am here regarding the Evans's mortgage. Unfortunately and despite my best efforts they are over six months late paying their mortgage. I came to inform them I'll be starting foreclosure proceedings."
Sarah and Matt both gasped and Amber's mouth dropped open. "That's awful! They love this house. Sarah, Matt, there has to be some mistake. We can figure this out, I'll help you..." Amber offered. Sarah's eyes welled up, "No, it's too much. This loan shark wants $400,000." Amber put her arm around her reassuringly. "It will be ok, I'll help you out any way you can."
"Do you legitimately want to help them?" Michael asked sternly. "Will you give them the $400,000 to stay? Or perhaps give them the down payment for a new place?" Amber took a small step back. "Well I couldn't do that much... You two could move back home, stay with me or Sarah's parents," she offered. Sarah tearfully shook her head, "Our jobs are here, Amber, we have friends and lives here now. Without this house we can't afford to even stay in this area."
Michael spoke up, "Amber is it? Well Amber, you seem like a decent person so I'm not sure why you would be associated with these two but nevertheless, I think there is a way to save their house if you are serious about wanting to help." Amber's eyes lit up. "Oh I'd do anything, cosign a loan, lend them some money."
"Fuck me." Michael stated. Amber gasped. Sarah looked horrified, though a part of it was secretly jealousy that Michael wanted Amber instead of her. Matt looked white as a ghost. He was never able to take his eyes off of his wife's younger friend and felt like it was a constant struggle to not get hard around her.
"That's... that's... corrupt!" Amber cried. "You couldn't have just said that." Michael had a smug smile, "But I just did." Sarah grabbed Amber's arm, "Please, this is me begging you, don't let him throw us out on the streets." Amber felt completely torn. She was insulted by the suggestion but had to admit there was something about Mr. Sade was already making her get wet. Matt finally spoke up, "Please Amber you have to, it's either this or we're homeless!" Amber lowered her eyes but didn't make any move to leave. Michael took her face in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Yes or no?" he said. Amber just nodded then looked back at the floor.
