Harry Houseman's the name, property's the game. I guess I'm what you'd call a landlord. Mostly it's flats, but I got my finger in a number of other developments, renovating old houses, a bit of prostitution, that sort of thing. But it's the flats and bedsits that give me the most pleasure.
I'm 58, slightly balding, some would say I'm fat, although I prefer the term cuddly, I stand 5'8" in my socks and for the last ten years I've had more sex with more young chicks than I can remember. I guess I was lucky when they handed out the dicks cause mines a good ten inches and as thick as your wrist, tell you what, the bitches love it.
Being a landlord gives you a certain amount of power over your tenants. You decide who you want and how much they will pay, if they can't pay then it's, "sorry lady, your on yer bike", unless of course...? All my flats are rented to single women or young couples, no kids and no pets. It's amazing the things you find rooting through other peoples drawers. Sexy photo's, dildo's and vibrators, but my favourite is the underwear drawer. I just love feeling those sexy bra's and panties.
Typical tenants were the young couple in the top floor flat of a house in High Wycombe. He was some sort of photographer and she was a sexy blond bombshell. I'd fancied her from day one but like all good things, you only have to wait. I'd arranged to call round and fix a leaking tap but when I got there they were out. No problem, I used my spare key and let myself in.
The guy had his own darkroom set up in the small kitchen and I couldn't believe my luck. Hanging up over the drainer were about 30 pictures of his him and his wife in various sexual poses. She was wearing black thigh high boots with a very high heel, black stockings and suspenders and her tits were dangling over the top of an under the nipple bra. There were several shots of her with her legs spread wide showing a beautiful shaven pussy. In others he was fucking her in various positions. But my favourite was one of her, laid back on the sofa, legs spread wide with two fingers up her cunt bringing herself off. She had her eyes shut tight and looked like she was in the middle of coming big time. I took if of the peg and shoved it in my pocket. It took about ten minutes to change the washer and I was just packing up when the front door opened.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" It was the guy, and he wasn't too happy finding me with all his porny pictures. "Steady Son, I'm only here to fix the sink, you were aware I was coming, I spoke to your missus on the phone." You should have seen his face. I looked at the pictures, "bit of all right your missus, wouldn't mind some of that meself." He tore the pictures down and threw them in the drawer. The poor sod was bright red and didn't know where to put himself. "Tell you what, if she ever fancies a real man you let me know." I left quickly.
I looked at that picture for months and was trying to figure a way of getting in her knickers. Every Friday was rent day and I would look at her imagining her dressed like a whore with her lovely young lips round my cock. I knew she didn't like me but that just made it more interesting.
Well, eventually the chance came. I called at the flat as usual on Friday and was greeted by the bitch at the door. "Oh, Mr Houseman, please come in." This was unusual, normally he would pay on the doorstep and that was that. I soon found out why. The guy had broken his foot or something and was sitting with it in plaster. "As you can see, Tony's broken his ankle which means he can't work. It's left us a bit short this week and we were wondering if we could pay you double next week." This is how it normally starts and I'm not totally unreasonable. "Tell you what," I said scanning the room for things of value, "I'll give you till next Friday or I take the TV and Hi Fi, now I can't say fairer than that can I." They weren't happy but reluctantly agreed.
When collecting the rent I always employed a couple of heavies, mostly coloured lads from the local gym. They offered protection from muggers but more importantly they kept the tenants on their toes. Everyone knew not to fuck with Harry Houseman and it was a reputation I did my best to enhance. When I called again the following week I took Barry with me, a big and I mean big black guy with a mean streak a mile wide.
Again, she opened the door and let us in. "Well, have you got the money?"
"Please Mr Houseman, we just need a little more time, the doctor says Tony's foot will be OK to walk on soon and he can get back to work. Please, can't you just give us another week?"
"Baz, go get the motor and load the telly and Hi Fi." Barry went off as instructed. "No, please, you can't do that."
"OK, then you keep the stuff and I'll get Barry and the lads to help you pack." She burst into tears. That's when you go for the kill, get them at there lowest point and there vulnerable, they'll consider anything. "Of course, there is an alternative," she bit, "what sort of alternative?"
"Well now, I take it your old man told you about the pictures?"
