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I was a 20 year old virgin until that fateful day when we decided to advertise for guys as well in our flat. We had been struggling to fill the now empty room with it being summer and the students scattering for the summer holidays. We weren't even getting short term rent offers either.
It had been my turn that day to show the prospective viewers and renters of the room and the flat. Well anyway it was my turn to sit and patiently wait for phone calls from prospective renters. There had been two one from a girl who ironically didn't show up at the time and didn't show up at all but then that was nothing new. There had been one from a charming sounding bloke with a gravelly Scottish accent.
I had allowed my flat mates to bully me into wearing something slightly tarty and not be a total frump and total frump was my usual style of dress. I liked baggy and shapeless since I was a 34B-23-34 statistical celery stick of a girl. I looked skinny at 5ft 9 inches in height. I never had a real boyfriend and males well they didn't seem particular interested in me. I always shot down the ones who thought I would be an easy lay for pretty fast. I didn't have long wavy blonde hair either and my hair was lifeless long straight fair hair. I was also of the opinion that my eyes and my mouth were also too big for my head and face.
I didn't like the idea of renting the room out to a bloke but then we were getting desperate to fill that room up as we didn't want to pick up an extra share of the rent or the bills since money was tight for us all even if I was a posh girl with a rich daddy but I couldn't ask him for money since he hadn't approved of my decision to go to University in Edinburgh and not Oxford. Money from my dad usually came with onerous conditions attached.
I began to regret my decision to cave into the bullying as to how I dressed that day as soon as I opened the door to the guy called Bill. I was wearing a checked white and black mini skirt; thigh high socks and a tight sleeveless waistcoat that sort of made my nipples protrude or so I thought and the 4 inch high heels. I thought the whole package made me a little tarty. Tarty was being polite about it, I looked like a slut in my eyes.
The guy smiled and then he proceeded to undress me with his eyes. He didn't try to hide he was doing it either. I would have to have been blind to miss it. It wasn't the usual first reaction I got from blokes well not that I ever noticed. I was immediately uncomfortable. I then regretted telling him that the other two girls Lorna and Clare were away visiting family. I gave him the tour anyway of the kitchen and the bathroom and living room. I guess I couldn't help being polite.
I might with hindsight made the mistake of looking at him over long. He was a stocky bloke of maybe 6ft 1 inch in height and thus slightly taller than me in the 4 inch heels I was wearing. He also looked distinctly menacing in the cold light of day.
He continued to leer at me. I also noted the hard on he had in his pants. I wanted rid of him as he just wouldn't stop leering at me. He did nothing to hide the hard on either. I continued to play polite though as I offered him a coffee. I thought why did I have to be so polite.
He wasn't even put off by the rent or the estimated amounts in bills we would expect to pay based on previous year or renting the place. I wouldn't have called him particularly attractive either. I tied not to glance at his crotch and the permanent tent pole in it. I could have sworn when he caught me glancing at it. Well I did curse silently to myself.
I guess I was being polite in asking what he did for a living even though I had taken a dislike to him because of the leering. I viewed that was what the other girls would expect. They had reported about other guys that had viewed the flat in the days before that and how they didn't much like any of the guys for pretty much the same reasons that I didn't plus the fact we didn't think they could afford to pay the rent plus their fair share of the bills on top of that.
This guy Bill though had a good paying summer job and I reported that to the girls on the phone as he drank his coffee. I couldn't lie and I found it impossible to tell them I didn't like the bloke with him within earshot of reporting what I told them on the phone about him. I just didn't have the guts to.
He also claimed that he didn't drink or smoke and then arrogantly told me that he considered his body a temple. I thought he was a little too much in love with himself. I had found another reason to dislike him.
He finished his coffee and then asked to see the room and I naturally played the polite hostess. I tried to put him off by saying that being at the front of the building there was a lot of noise from the street late at night with drunks and so on and loud car traffic early in the mornings. He didn't seem in the least put off.
He asked if the other girls were posh like me and that turned me even more against him even though I was probably posh I didn't like to be called posh. I had told him they weren't posh and corrected him about me being posh.
He would merely reply, "Don't knock it girl. It is a good quality to have if it comes packaged with classy modesty. That is a rare quality in most posh dames. It is quite a turn on in fact."
He undressed me with his eyes again and again he made no effort to hide what he was doing. That only made me even more nervous if that was possible and in even more of a hurry to get rid of him.
I thought I would prefer to be a little poorer than have him in the flat if push came to shove. I thus lied about having one girl also viewing the flat later that day and I would get back to him. That lie though didn't work in the least.
He was almost derisory in his reply, "Tell her that you have already let the room doll. I will take it!"
I had replied coldly and flared my eyes at him for his arrogance and presumption, "I will do no such thing. In fact you have just decided me against you getting the room with that request."
He had sneered, "It wasn't a request doll. I am going to change your mind right now slut!"
I hissed at being called a slut by him, "I am not a slut asshole! Now get out!"
He just sneered, "I might be an asshole but as to leaving well that isn't going to be happening. Well not immediately at least slut."
I had never been so affronted and I hissed as I slapped his face, "GET OUT!"
He just sneered and replied, "My other cheek is feeling left out whore."
I slapped his face again and then went to slap again but he grabbed my wrist and hauled me towards him and made a pass at me. The shock was momentary as I slapped his face again, "What the fuck do you think you are doing? GET THE FUCK OUT!"
He just sneered, "Why I am just about to teach a posh bird a thing or two that she needs taught. It might even be overdue in your case."
He made another pass at me and then I slapped his face another twice but he just sneered, "So the whore wants to play rough does she? I like that a lot. That is just more fun."
He grabbed my wrist again as I went to slap him again. He made another pass at me before letting my wrist go. I slapped him again and he just stood there sneering at me and then leering.
I suddenly felt in danger and the kind of danger I felt on creepy misty nights when there was a lot of drunks about.
