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."
