Here's me, nearly thirty and unmarried. I like the ladies but there hasn't been one that's caught my eye enough for me to want to make the relationship permanent, but I'm having fun looking.
I'm currently in a single bedroom unit in a block of flats. For some reason the architect had designed each level with a three-bedroom unit, a couple of two-bedroom units, and a single bedroom unit, mine. Relatively cheap rent so I was able to save some extra cash which I would use as a deposit on a real house somewhere in the near future.
Due to certain circumstances I had a close encounter with a couple of the young ladies who reside in the complex. They were only single encounters because both the young ladies were married and had no intention of having an affair. The single encounters I did have with them weren't due to me seducing them but from them using their feminine wiles to take undue advantage of me, after which they dropped me as if I was contagious.
The first young lady, I'll call her Karen, mainly because that's what her name is, apparently flagged me as an easy target and suggested to the second young lady, Michelle, that she could use me to solve a little dilemma she had. A strange one, Michelle, not that I was complaining.
The reason I mentioned these two young lovelies is because Michelle was in the lift with me right at that moment, another young lovely with her. I didn't know the second young lady and I didn't think I'd seen her around before. I'm quite sure I would have remembered if I'd seen her previously as she was somewhat sensational. A blonde with hair that was almost white, a flawless heart-shaped face, big eyes of a green/hazel colour and one of the nicest busts I'd seen in a long time. She was also dressed for the hot weather and I'm sure that my shirt had more material in it that everything she wore combined.
I was surprised when they got off at my floor but surmised that they were probably visiting Karen. I knew that Michele and Karen were friends. I was given a bigger surprise after I opened the door to my unit
"Ah, can we come in, please?" asked Michelle.
"By all means," I said, politely standing to one side and waving them in.
Closing the door behind them I turned to address them.
"I'm Zachariah, more commonly known as Zac. Michelle I already know. And you are?"
"Beverly," she said in a soft tinkling voice.
"And do you prefer Beverly or Bev?" I asked.
"Bev," she said with a smile that would turn a gay man straight.
"So what can I do to help the pair of you?"
"Um, not me," Michelle said. "Bev." She tilted her head towards Bev.
"So what can I do to help Bev?"
"You know," said Michelle, sounding slightly flustered at my obtuseness.
"Let's pretend I don't," I suggested, amused to see that Bev was blushing somewhat fiercely.
The two of them looked at each other and neither of them seemed willing to speak. Seeing they seemed reluctant to say anything I gave a small shrug and started undoing the buttons on Michelle's blouse. That got a reaction. She gasped and slapped at my hands, taking a step back.
"Not me, I said. Bev."
"Sorry, but your meaning is passing me by."
"Bev needs some money rather urgently. I explained how you let me have some money not to mention that you, ah, molested me, and suggested to Bev that if she doesn't mind being, ah, molested a little then you'd probably pay her, too."
"A few questions come to mind. Why do you need the money? If it's drugs then you're out of your mind and goodbye."
"What? No! I wouldn't dream of taking drugs. I need the money to buy something. Todays the only day I can get them."
She certainly sounded in earnest.
"Don't you have a husband or boyfriend who'll lend you the money? And you still haven't said what it is you want."
"If I had a husband or boyfriend I assure you I'd have the money. I live at home and my father is rather old fashioned. He takes my salary and banks it and won't let me spend it. He lets me have an allowance. He says I'll get the rest of my money once I'm married."
"That promptly brings up the question of how old are you? If you're over eighteen then get the gumption to tell your father that you'll look after your own money. Tell the bank that you want him removed as a signatory for your account. I assume your money is in a separate account?"
"Yes, it is. I can take his name off my account?"
"Ask the bank. If you can demonstrate that it's your money going into the account then you can probably work something out. You still seem to be avoiding some questions like age and what you want to buy."
"If it's any of your business, and it's not, I'm twenty. What I want to buy is certainly not your business."
"Fair enough," I said with a smile. It seemed she did have a bit of a backbone. "Tell me, did Michelle explain just what she meant by being molested and how it came about?"
"Not exactly. That's one reason I wanted her here with me, to make sure you don't get too rough."
"Really? Ah, did you think I was too rough when you were here, Michelle?"
She blushed, looking away, probably remembering some of the things that happened.
"Perhaps you should explain what you mean when you say I molested you, Michelle."
"He raped me and then paid me to be quiet," said Michelle, speaking very fast.
Bev looked horrified and I could see her estimating the distance to the door for when she bolted.
"Now, now, Michelle. A little more detail won't hurt. Details like how I came to rape you and what happened when I did it. Tell her about the last part, the bit that shocked you so much."
Michelle gave me a furious look and then turned back to Bev.
"I was desperate for the money," she admitted. "I may have, ah, suggested that I'd take the money as hush money if he decided to rape me."
Bev saw through that straightaway.
"You asked him to rape you?" she said, sounding scandalised at the thought.
"Sort of, in a way, but he didn't have to actually do it unless he wanted to in the first place," defended Michelle, "and as for what he made me do. . ."
She broke off there, sounding very put upon.
"What did he make you do?" demanded Bev.
"He stripped and lay down and insisted that I get on top and do all the work. He was an animal."
