"I'm so sorry." The voice squawked at Shelly from her phone. "We lost the job position at the last moment. But I think we had a real connection. Maybe we could ..."
She pressed the button to disconnect so hard it dented her finger. That was that. And tonight was tonight.
This had all started two weeks ago.
No. It had started three months ago. The small business where she worked had shut down. Her severance should have given her time to find a job. But no one was hiring and there were lots of other admin candidates in the pool. She had been postponing payments to make her money stretch.
Two weeks ago, she had come home from one interview to find her landlord waiting at her door. She shivered. She knew what it was about.
"Shelly," he said with a big smile. "So nice to see you again. I see you've let your hair return to its natural color." She had cut back on the red dye she liked, so her hair was its normal chestnut brown. She decided to skip the small talk.
"Mr. Sheldon," she said. "I know I'm late on my rent. I'm looking for a job right now. I'll get you your rent. I promise."
"Well," he said, "it's true you're behind. But I also wanted to remind you about the late fee."
"Late fee?"
"Of course, you've been such a good tenant, you probably forgot that part of your rental agreement." He paused and slowly looked over her body. She squirmed. "Why don't you invite me in, and we can discuss this mess in a more agreeable way." Another pause. "You could slip into something more comfortable."
Nine months ago, when she was down on her luck, she had fucked him for two weeks so he would fix her broken car. It had been a low point.
She set her jaw. "Just tell me about the late fee."
"Your rental contract says that when you're more than five days late with your rent, there's a 10 per cent late fee. Two weeks late," and he paused significantly, "and it goes to twenty per cent. At the end of the month, fifty per cent."
"Fifty per cent?!"
"Yes, I thought that would be surprising. And if you have neither the rent nor the late fee at that time, I have the option to evict."
"Evict?!" Her heart pounded in her chest. "I can't afford that, Mr. Sheldon."
"Well," he said, looking at her meaningfully.
She sighed. "Maybe you're right. We should discuss this inside. Like you said."
He grinned. "Oh, I'm afraid you lost your chance for that, Shelly." She blinked in astonishment. Her invitation had been fairly blatant. "You see, I'm betting that you won't be able to pay me at the end of the month. So I'm going to bring an eviction notice. At that point, I'll be open again to negotiation." He leered at her. "But let me tell you the terms now to save us some time. You will answer the door naked, and you will offer me anything I want until you can repay me your back rent. But I'll waive the late fee."
"Mr. Sheldon! That's a lot to ask."
"No more than I've already enjoyed, Shelly." She blushed. "Oh I do love watching that blush rush across your skin. I must say that I enjoyed the bottle red, but your natural hair color has the advantage of matching your pussy better."
She gaped.
"I knew you wouldn't take me to your bed today, Shelly," he said with a smile. "So I'm just telling you the terms. You can always try your luck somewhere else. But an eviction and unemployment make it unlikely anyone will rent to you, I have to say."
She swallowed. "I'll still owe the rent?"
"Ah, that's my eager girl. Yes, I'm afraid I do require the income from this building. But keeping yourself in a home without late fees for the coming month or however long it takes will be more than ample compensation, I think. At any rate, it's not a negotiation. I mean, not really. But I will enjoy you offering yourself to me."
She set her jaw. "I'll get you your money."
"I have to say that would be somewhat disappointing. But if you get me this month's rent and the fee by the end of the month, I will simply look forward to some other opportunity to enjoy your body to its fullest."
She had lifted her chin and walked past him to her door.
"How about a flash of tit, Shelly, for old times' sake?" She glared at him and he laughed. "I didn't think so. I'm looking forward to far more than a flash next time." And with that he had left.
Inside her apartment, she had allowed herself a cry. She hadn't found work in two months. How was she going to find it in two weeks? And even if she got a job tomorrow, she'd barely make the money at the end of the month.
A week later, she was fidgeting at yet another interview. Mr. Sheldon had left a message on her phone last night. "I've been thinking about it, and if we're going to negotiate in a week, I think I'd prefer you in your short robe and those black lace hot pants. Nothing else, of course. Though a nice bit of make-up would help things along. I have to say my imagination has been having all sorts of fun this last week."
So when the interviewer said, "I see a lot of qualified applicants coming in. What makes you different?" while she was thinking of her landlord's hands pawing her she blurted out, "I'll suck your cock."
The man paused. And smiled. He had gray hair and sharp features. He was good-looking.
"Well, that's intriguing, I must admit."
"I'll do it."
"Very well. Why don't you lock the door?" She reached over and turned the lock on the knob. He smiled again. "Now we're fairly lax on dress codes here, but for this test I think I'd like you to take off your blouse and skirt." She looked at him, stunned. He raised an eyebrow. She had been the one to suggest it.
She sighed and stood up. She wriggled out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. A part of her went through these steps, and another part of her was horrified. The sooner she had a job, the sooner she was free of her landlord.
"Nice. Plain and simple," said the man as she stood in pale blue underwear. What was his name again? Oh, god. She didn't even know.
He swiveled his chair to sit parallel to the desk, and beckoned her to join him. She flushed and came around to the back of the desk. He spread his legs and looked at her expectantly.
Slowly she knelt down and unbuttoned his slacks. She looked up at him as she fished his cock out. He had a small smile on his face. She paused, sighed, and slid her mouth onto his flesh. He gave a satisfied moan and leaned back a bit.
As she bobbed up and down, she remembered her landlord's phone message. She imagined him coming over. And she imagined handing him a check. As she envisioned that triumph, she got more into the blow job she was giving. She was licking and slurping. She felt the cock in her mouth tense and she held her mouth at the tip, letting the warm semen rush over her tongue.
She looked up at her interviewer. "Lovely," he said. "Why don't you have a seat again?" She blinked in confusion. Okay. She got back to the chair and bent over to pick up her clothes.
"No need for all that right now, dear. Just sit down." Her face flushed. The wooden chair was cold against her panty-clad ass, and a chill brushed across the bare skin around her bra, stiffening her nipples. "Yes, I keep the temperature down for just this reason."
She sat with her hands in her lap. What happened now?
