Rachel Pays the Rent
Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. She wanted to look her best as she went to plea for mercy and try to renegotiate a rent plan for the condo they were renting. She looked good at the age of forty. She had worked hard at keeping her weight under control. She had also been blessed with large breasts. Although, most days she saw them more as a curse than a blessing. There wasn't a man out there who's eyes didn't drop to her chest as they were talking. But it was something she had adjusted to, working as the executive assistant at the engineering firm she had been at since graduating from college. She worked in an office full of men. She learned quickly how to handle them. That was until a few months ago.
Rachel and her husband had been married for twenty years. The last two years had been a disaster for them as a couple. Her husband, Rob, had been in a work related accident. He had fallen off a three story office building that the company he worked for was building. It was a miracle he didn't die from the fall. He ended up with two shattered legs, shattered pelvis and several herniated disks in his back. After almost a year of rehab, he was able to function on his own. He could walk and get around, but he needed a cane. Unfortunately for him, he had been drinking on the job prior to the fall. As a result his company fired him and he was denied workman's comp.
Before the accident they had shared a good life together. They never had children, Rachel being unable to bear them. Instead of becoming bitter, they saw it as an opportunity to invest in each other and travel. They worked hard to build a nest egg and plan for their retirement. Rob's accident changed everything. They began going through their nest egg. They'd come close to draining all their savings and investments within a year.
Rachel's salary was good for what she did. But her husband's medical bills were mounting faster than they could be paid off. And once his company fired him, he lost what medical insurance he had with them. Rachel's insurance helped a little. But it wasn't enough to keep up.
One year after the accident they were forced to sell their house and use the equity to pay Rob's medical bills. By then their marriage had been stretched to the breaking point. Rachel had grown to love that house and all that it represented; stability, good times, safety. Now it was being torn from her because of her husband's drunken stupidity. She still felt a duty to him. But it was being tested. They found a condo with a reasonable rent and moved in.
Six months later Rachel lost the last thing that brought stability to her life. She was laid off from her job. Her company became embroiled in a huge lawsuit for which they were liable. The company's lawyer told them the only recourse they had was to declare bankruptcy. As long as she had her job she always thought, 'I can still make it on my own if I ever leave him.' Now that option had been taken from her. She felt like she was drowning.
"I'll be back as soon as this meeting is over." Rachel said to her husband, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek as he sat at the kitchen table. Her anger towards him was growing deeper with each passing day.
Rob watched her walk out the door feeling the shame of his stupidity. He was going to be paying for that stupidity the rest of his life. He wondered why she stayed with him. She was a gorgeous woman. Her long auburn hair only added to her beauty and the sensuality of her body. He had no doubt men were hitting on her every day. He had his suspicions that she had cheated on him a couple of times over the last two years. It had been at least that long since they'd had any sexual relationship. He sometimes wondered if she just stayed with him out of pity.
Rachel kept rehearsing in her mind what she was going to say to the owners of the condo. She was just going to lay out the situation her and Rob found themselves in and ask for either a lesser rent amount or some kind of extension. She pulled into the parking lot of an old Victorian house that had been converted into the office for the company that owned her condo building.
The company had been started by an older gentleman thirty years before. George bought numerous properties throughout the city. He turned them all into condo complexes. Now he was slowly working his way out of the business, even though he was in his early fifties. He wanted to retire to Florida and enjoy the beaches and water. But more than that he wanted to enjoy as many women as he could while he could still perform. He'd turned over the daily running of the business to his two sons.
Tony and Frank could have passed for twins, even though there was a year between them. Tony was the oldest at the age of thirty. Both had graduated from college with an MBA. Instead of just giving them the business, George wanted his boys to work for it. After college George gave each of his sons all the dog work and every menial task that came up. He wanted them to not just understand the business but appreciate it.
The brothers were having a meeting in Tony's office, looking over the agenda for the day. "Looks like we've got another tenant coming in for rent relief." Tony said as he looked over the "list of tenants that were behind on their rent.
"I feel bad for these folks. But we have to draw a line somewhere. The city's not cutting us any slack on taxes. And the maintenance costs are getting ridiculous." Frank added.
Tony laughed as he thought about the tenant they spoke with the week before. "Yeah. And unfortunately, blowjobs don't pay the bills." Janet Simmons had visited them begging for an extension in the rent or a reduced rent. After an hour of negotiating, she was on her knees sucking on first Tony's cock, then Frank's. The brothers took turns with her till they sent her home a couple hours later with a one-month extension on her rent.
"If that Simmons broad had been better looking, I could see us working out some kind of long term arrangement." Frank laughed. "She did have some great skills. First time I ever had a sixty-year-old give me head."
Tony laughed. "You know bro. You can be a real pig at times."
"HA! I didn't see you turning down her offer."
"Yeah. You got me there. She did have a nice body. And her tits were surprisingly firm for her age." Tony admitted.
"Now who's the pig?" Frank asked laughing.
Rachel walked up the steps of the front porch of the old Victorian house. Her stomach was in knots. She walked in the front door and stood in the foyer. The fear of how this meeting was going to go felt like it was going to overwhelm her.
Tony stepped out of his office and walked towards her with a smile and his hand held out. "Good morning!" He greeted her as he shook her hand. "I'm Tony."
"Good morning. I'm Rachel Hoyt. I have an appointment this morning to talk with the owner of The Lake House Condo complex."
He smiled at her as he eyed her up and down. 'She's gorgeous' He thought to himself. 'And look at those tits! What is it with that building and older bitches with great tits?' "That would be me. Well, me and my brother." He waved his arm towards his office. "Please, let's talk in my office." He led her into his office. "Please, have a seat."
Frank walked in the office from his adjoining one and made a straight line to Rachel holding out his hand. "Good morning! I'm Frank!" He greeted her smiling. 'Damn this bitch is hot!' He thought. He didn't try to hide his admiration for her ample chest. Even as Rachel responded to his greeting her.
"Good morning. I'm Rachel Hoyt." She felt like a piece of meat as he undressed her with his eyes.
"Well how can we help you Ms Hoyt?" Tony asked as he sat down behind his desk.
Rachel spent the next twenty minutes recounting her, and her husband's story. She concluded by making her plea. "Is there anyway we can rework our rent agreement? Or come to some type of arrangement that would defer our rent till I find another job? Things are tough out there right now." Her voice started cracking as she begged for mercy from her landlords. She had never felt so humiliated as she did at that moment.
