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“He’s in here.” You heard my voice as I approached your bedroom. The door creaks open, and from your bed, you see me pointing to where you’re sleeping. “I’ll make sure you have it on the first of the month from now on.”
“Belle? What’s going on?” You rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to understand why I’m allowing someone into your room. Not just any someone. The fat, sloppy landlord! He sneers at you and reaches under his pot belly for his belt.
First Of The Month
I snicker from the doorway, watching you panic. Trying to clutch the bedcovers to your chest as if they will help you. “Belle?” You call out again, and I sigh dramatically.
“God, are you so dense you can’t figure out what’s going on?” I ask as the landlord drops his pants and starts stroking his little chub. Your jaw drops in horror, and I think maybe you’re starting to get the picture. I inspect my nails as I make sure you understand. “Look, babe, I spent the rent money you gave me on my nails, and we’re days late. The landlord here, though, promised to let us stay so long as someone keeps his cock pleased.”
The landlord stalks toward the bed and rips off the covers. You cover your chest like the bitch you are, and I cackle as I slam the door behind me when I go calling back, “Have fun, you two!”
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