"Damn! Another complaint from those bitchy neighbors."
Mike sped his truck toward the swanky north Dallas country club neighborhood where he was in process of building his most lavish custom home to date, a spectacular Mediterranean villa. At just thirty six years old and with four large custom houses in process and under contract, Mike felt his relatively new home building business was on track. He'd been excited when he got the opportunity to build on the last available lot in this ultra-exclusive country club community and had hoped it would lead to rich referrals. But it was quickly becoming his biggest headache. The neighborhood representative for the HOA lived next door and complained at the littlest things, so he had to spend half his time smoothing out things between the crews and the security guards.
"I almost feel sorry for the Connors'. They seem too nice to have to live next to all those snobby assholes," he thought.
He had gotten the call from the leader of his masonry crew, telling him that the guards had asked them to begin packing up their stuff shortly after four. By the time Mike got there, they had left.
"The HOA rules say that we can work until five on weekdays. Why did you make them leave early?" Mike asked the security guard.
"The orders came from upstairs," the guard said. "I was just doing my job. The rules say they can work until five. That means they have to be gone at five. So I'm supposed to come remind them to begin loading up their tools and cleaning up the site before then."
"It's never been interpreted that way before."
"Yeah, but I think the rich lady next door to your house is making a stink, and she's a big shot in the HOA and in the club. She's the president of the Women's Tennis league, and she's on the architectural oversight committee, and she has her nose in every other committee around here."
Mike could tell that the guard was sympathetic, but there was nothing he could do. This house was already behind schedule. Every time one crew finished late, the crew that was scheduled to come behind them would start on a different job, then the site would sit empty waiting on them. These bitchy neighbors were going to cost him money. Every month the bank charged interest on the construction loan.
"Damned housewives have way too much time on their hands!" complained Mike, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
At the time, Mike didn't know how tough the housing crash of 2007 was going to be. He was luckier than most builders; he had no inventory of lots, little overhead, and all his houses were under contract. Unfortunately, the Connors' contract fell through when their business became a victim of the recession. So Mike immediately put a FOR SALE sign up on both the house he was living in and in the expensive home he'd been building for the Connors', which was now almost complete. With nobody able to get financing for the expensive home, he decided to rent his small home, move into the large one, and hunker down as inexpensively as he could live until things returned to normal. He was able to get odd jobs remodeling or adding on to existing homes but nobody was building new homes.
"At least I've got a fabulous place to live, and as long as I'm careful I can wait out the market for years," he thought.
While Mike tried to be civil, waving to neighbors as he passed them in his truck or saw them at the club where he worked out, they avoided eye contact and acted like he didn't exist. So Mike was surprised to hear his doorbell ring one afternoon and even more surprised to see the beautiful woman waiting on his front step. He recognized her as the bitch next door, though he hadn't seen her close up before. She was startlingly beautiful, one of the most incredibly beautiful women he'd ever seen. She appeared to be in her mid thirties, had short blond hair and very blue eyes. Her tennis outfit showed off her fabulous figure, and she was wearing lots of expensive looking jewelry. Mike was temporarily unable to do anything but stare. Stepping forward, she leaned very close to Mike, stuck out her hand, looked into his eyes and said, "Hello. I'm Ronnie, your next door neighbor. I wanted to say hello."
"Oh. Hi," Mike stammered stupidly.
"What's your name?" the angel of beauty asked.
"Sorry, I'm Mike. Mike Curtis."
"Curtis Custom Homes?" she asked.
"Yes, that's me," said Mike.
"Well Mike, it's good to meet you. I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
She leaned in very close to Mike, almost overwhelming him with her nearness and the wonderful scent of her perfume.
"Sure," Mike said. "What can I do?"
"Well, my husband is out of town and something's wrong with the overhead lights in my kitchen. I had my yard man check the circuit breakers and they still don't work. You're an expert on homes. Can you take a look?"
Mike grabbed a voltmeter and a tool belt and went next door. When he went inside, he was amazed at what he saw. Mike had been proud of his home, but he couldn't believe the extravagance of this house, and all the expensive rugs, art and furniture in it. Ronnie led him into the kitchen, where he removed the switch plate and tested the light switch.
"Here's your problem, you have a bad light switch. I don't have one at the house that matches this one, but I can install a different one and pick up the right one tomorrow at Home Depot, if you'd like."
"Oooh, that would be so nice. I insist on paying you your normal rate."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Ronnie. These switches only cost a couple of bucks. I'll be right back."
Mike had a temporary replacement switch installed in no time, and Ronnie immediately escorted him to her door.
"I'm so glad to have a nice neighbor next door. I'll see you tomorrow," Ronnie said, shutting the door before Mike could respond.
Mike was no fool. He knew she had used him like a tool but he didn't care. He looked forward to seeing her even if only for a moment while changing the light switch the next day. She was so gorgeous. Unfortunately, when he showed up the maid answered the door and let him in. He replaced the switch in minutes, then left disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see Ronnie again.
So he was delighted to hear his doorbell ring a few weeks later, and see her on his doorstep again.
"Hello Mike," she said, standing very close to him and looking him in the eyes with those beautiful baby blues. She was wearing a pair of shorts, a polo shirt and sandals, with her usual complement of expensive jewelry. She looked and smelled absolutely incredible.
"Hi. What's up?" Mike asked.
"I was wondering if you could do me a big favor again," she asked. She could have asked him for anything and he would have done it, just to be near her. "I hate to ask, but my husband is such a klutz and he's always traveling, and you're so good with all this house stuff."
"Sure, what's wrong," Mike asked.
"My circuit breaker keeps tripping when I try to use my hair dryer. It used to do it every week or so, and I'd reset it. Now it does it all the time. I'm afraid there's something wrong with our wiring or something."
"I'll take a look," Mike said.
This time she led him into her master bathroom. Mike admired the beautiful stonework on the walk in shower, roman tub and his and hers vanities. He turned on her hair dryer, but nothing happened. He pushed the reset button on the GFCI plug and tried again. It worked for only a second before tripping again.
"Let me grab a new GFCI plug, and I'll be right back."
"Oh, thank you so much," Ronnie purred. "You're so smart."
Mike found the circuit breaker for the GFCI plugs, switched it off, then replaced the bad plug. Within minutes, he had fixed the problem. Before he left, Ronnie said, "While you're here, Mike, let me ask you a question. You know those lights you have in your yard? The ones that have kind of a blue-green tint to them? I wonder if you could recommend someone to install those in my back yard."
"I can take a look," Mike offered.
Going into the back yard, Mike was impressed with the beautiful landscaping, pool, waterfalls and spa. It was very private, with an eight foot high stone wall around the perimeter of the yard and mature shrubbery against the walls. The middle of the yard was open, allowing for a nice sunning deck around the pool. Mike saw a towel thrown over a chaise lounge and could tell from Ronnie's tan that she used it often. Man, would he have liked to have a view from his house, but there was no way. The yard was too private for him to see anything, even from his rooftop.
"This is really nice," Mike said. "The people who had contracted to buy my house next door had planned on doing something like this."
"Oh, is that why you're living there? The people didn't follow through on their contract?"
"Yeah, they lost too much business in this recession. It's too much house for one person, but I can't sell it right now. Jumbo loans are almost impossible to get."
Ronnie explained that she'd like to have some lighting to be able to enjoy her back yard in the evenings during the fall, when it got dark early, or on nights when they entertained. Mike told her that he could install mercury vapor lights high in the trees that would shine down, giving the yard a moonlit feel. He could also uplight some of the specimen shrubs or palms, if she wanted.
"I'm not a licensed electrician, but I can do the job myself and it would be less expensive. I wouldn't pull permits or anything. If you're okay with that, I can give you an estimate. I did the job at my house myself," Mike explained.
"That's perfect; we don't care about pulling permits. The county already assesses our house enough, our property taxes are unbelievably high," Ronnie said.
Mike sketched out a plan and gave Ronnie an estimate for the charges. He had a sample contract stored on his computer. He just had to put in the specs and get her to sign it. It called for half of the money as a deposit and half after the job was done. The contract was for $4000, so Ronnie counted out $2000 in one hundred dollar bills.
"You're not a big fan of checking accounts?" Mike asked.
"My husband is weird about that. He's from Mexico and he doesn't like paper trails for anything. We use cash for everything, even our utility bills, property taxes, and insurance."
"OK, well, I'll get the materials today and get started tomorrow. I might have to order some of the fixtures, but I'll start on the wiring at least."
"That explains a lot", Mike thought to himself as he was driving to his lighting distributor's warehouse store. "The guy's a Mexican national and he's obviously extremely wealthy. I only see him in town occasionally, I bet he's got a family in Mexico and this is just his concubine. Pretty expensive whore, but if anyone's worth it, she probably is. I'd sure like to get some of that. Or even just a look at it."
"WAIT A MINUTE," Mike thought. "Duh! I CAN get a look at it, at least out in the yard in a swim suit. That must be pretty spectacular."
After Mike finished buying the materials he needed from his lighting distributor, he drove over to the security distributor that provided closed circuit TV cameras, monitors and other equipment that his security conscious clients demanded.
"Hello Mike," said Randy, the owner of the store.
"Hey Randy. I need to get a few specialty items for a job. They want cameras in their yard, but they don't want them to be visible at all. Do you have any outdoor hidden cameras that still have high resolution and low lux?"
"Sure, let me get Dan to show you."
Mike had done plenty of CCTV work for clients to monitor their stores or houses but never had been asked about hidden cameras. There was a lot available. Some had enclosures, but Mike planned to use the enclosures that held the light ballasts and capacitors so there would be no extra boxes to arouse suspicion. He selected cameras that were motion activated so they wouldn't record while nobody was within view. While he was in the store something else caught his eye in the telephony section.
"How do these work," he asked, pointing to one of the products.
"You connect to a phone jack and it automatically records a data file on your computer every time someone makes or receives a call," Dan explained.
"I'll take one of those," Mike said.
"Put it on your account?" asked Randy, when he brought his cart to the register.
"Not this time," said Mike. "These are cash customers. They didn't want any record of this job, so they paid cash, and I'll do the same."
"Suit yourself, but if you want no trail, you can't use your sales tax ID. That means you have to pay sales tax," said Randy.
"That's the way the customer wanted it."
Mike spent a couple of hours sketching out the job on paper, then got permission from Ronnie to work in her back yard, laying flags where fixtures were to go, planning the trenching for wiring, and most importantly, deciding where to hide the cameras for the best view of the sunning deck and the spa. He considered the possibility of trying to hide a camera looking into her bedroom window, but decided it was way too risky.
Mike got an early start the next morning and got the trenching done before the afternoon heat. He installed the enclosures on the trees that would house the ballasts/capacitors and secretly house the cameras, along with their power transformers and transmitters. They had been painted dark brown to blend in with the tree trunk and from where they were installed you couldn't see the tiny pinhole that allowed the cameras to view the yard.
He installed a circuit breaker, hooked up a couple of the wires that would operate the cameras and took a break so he could check out the cameras. They transmitted wirelessly, so he could receive the signals from his house and see if the cameras needed to be directed differently. He had everything ready to go on his end; the receiver was connected to his computer and the software allowed him to switch from viewing the tanning area to the pool to the spa area. Everything was working perfectly; the cameras were auto-focus and they were directed perfectly. This was going to work better than he'd dared hope.
He felt like a pervert, as he'd never contemplated doing anything like this before, but he couldn't think about anything except the beautiful woman next door from the first time she'd shown up on his doorstep. He knew if he was caught he stood to lose everything; his reputation, money, even his freedom. But he was entirely unable to think of anything but watching this babe, unknown and unseen, as she lounged in her swimming suit. He was hopeful that she'd wear even less in the hot tub.
Everything was working out as planned. He'd use one circuit breaker to provide continuous power to the cameras and another circuit breaker to provide power to the switch for the landscape lights. He would buy some large, removable disk drives and install them on his computer to continuously record the video from the cameras, periodically deleting the parts he didn't want. His plan was to record for some weeks or months until he got plenty of good footage. Then he would go to service the lights he installed and remove the cameras and all traces that could get him in trouble. He figured his plan was foolproof.
The next step was the telephone. Ronnie spent almost every waking moment yapping into that telephone and Mike thought it would be fun to see what this little vixen talked about. He tapped into the network interface box, ran the line down to the ground and buried it in a shallow trench to his house. He ran it up into his Network box and connected it into an unused line going into his house. From there it was an easy matter to connect it to his computer, load the software that came with the box, and be able to listen in to any of her calls, either real time or a recorded version. He filled in the trench and raked mulch over it to conceal it. Then he cleaned up his mess, grabbed his tools and left for the day. He'd be able to finish tomorrow.
Over the next few days, it was almost impossible for Mike to get any work done at all. Even though his computer would record anything that happened next door without him being there, he could barely manage to pull himself away from the screen. The first recording came one morning as Ronnie watered the potted plants in the back yard wearing a bathrobe. Nothing exciting, but Mike's heart raced none the less.
The first time she came out wearing a skimpy bikini to sunbathe, he thought he was going to hyperventilate. He was shaking as he watched, and his heart was beating furiously. Spreading the towel over the lounger, she lay on her back facing the camera. The view was absolutely perfect. She read a novel, shading her face with a visor and sunglasses. She occasionally stretched her legs, pulling them up and into her chest, giving Mike a perfect view of her perfect ass.
Pushing a button transmitted a wireless signal that allowed Mike to zoom the camera in tighter, so tight he could see the beads of sweat on her butt. Suddenly she got up to cool off in the pool. She floated on the water for a while, then got out and laid back down on the chaise lounge. She lay on her stomach and unclasped her bikini top. Her creamy skin was completely flawless. She was the most beautiful woman Mike had ever seen and he had a completely stiff erection just watching her.
She laid reading for another half hour, then got up to go inside. The complete privacy of her back yard gave her a false sense of security so when she got up she left her top unclasped, giving Mike a quick view of her magnificent tits. They looked to be 34B or C size, which was perfect on her petite frame. After she went inside, Mike replayed that scene several times as he stroked his dick, then spurted into a paper towel. That scene would be replayed many times over the next week with the same conclusion each time. He was going to have to get more rolls of paper towels if she was going to keep sunbathing.
All the while Mike was camped on his computer, he also was listening in to her phone conversations. Even when she was in the house and out of view of his hidden cameras, he watched replays of her and listened in on her calls. Every call was nothing but blather, all gossip. Her calls only confirmed Mike's suspicion that she was a snobby, spoiled, shallow bitch.
After hanging up with one of her so called friends she would talk viciously about her on the next call. A couple of times Mike had made his way into her conversation, where he was described as an uncultured gorilla with dirt under his nails, but handy to have around when she needed a free house repair. It made his blood boil, but he told himself that he already knew what kind of person she was, and just to enjoy the view and not worry about the rest.
A few weeks later, Mike got another ring on his doorbell. He happened to be watching the video at the time, and quickly shut down the software. He was as nervous as a schoolboy caught smoking in the boy's room. He answered the door, and there was his vision of beauty.
"Hello Mike," she said warmly, standing a little too close as she always did when she wanted something. "Something in my bedroom is making a chirping sound. I think it's my smoke detector, but I don't have a big enough ladder to check it, and it's really annoying," she said.
"I'll be right over."
Mike looked for a nine volt battery, but couldn't find any good ones, so he grabbed his ladder and went over. Ronnie led him into her bedroom, where the offending smoke detector was located just inside the doorway. The bedroom, like the rest of the house, was impeccably decorated. The whole house had marble floors, and there was a large Persian rug in the bedroom. Beautiful artwork decorated the walls, and there was a king size bed against the wall. Doors led to the master bath and walk in closets.
"Yes, it's your smoke detector. It needs a new battery. Do you have a nine volt battery?"
"I don't know, I don't think so," Ronnie said.
"Okay, well I'll tell you what. I'll disconnect the smoke detector so it stops making noise, then I'll pick one up tomorrow and come back over."
As Mike climbed down the ladder, he was thinking how much he'd love to see what went on in this bedroom when he got a devious idea. From the time the idea occurred to him he could think of nothing else. It kept him awake as he refined, then changed, the details of his plan. He had to see this beautiful girl at any cost. It could land him on a sex offender's website for the rest of his life but he could think of nothing but her. Her hair, her skin, her smell, her body; it was maddening.
He immediately went home and put his plan into action. He first found two used nine volt batteries that had no life in them. First thing the next morning Mike went back to Randy's store. Whenever he built a home for Mexican nationals, they insisted on security cameras, monitors and other high tech devices, so he had used this shop many times. He picked up a smoke detector with built in camera and microphone. He got the best one available. It would transmit a black and white image in very low light, and a spectacular color image in moderate to bright light. It had a very sensitive microphone and would transmit audio and video wirelessly. The transmitter was powerful, allowing the signal to be picked up hundreds of feet away, more than enough for his purposes.
"Is this to be on your account, Mr. Curtis?" asked the clerk.
"Not this time. It's not for my business, I'm doing a little job as a favor for a friend," Mike said. He did not want any record of this purchase, so he paid cash and went back home.
Mike went next door with the "new" batteries. Ronnie led him into her bedroom, where he set up his ladder and tried one of the "new" batteries. As soon as he installed it, the smoke detector began chirping again.
"Hmm, that's odd," Mike said.
He then took out the other battery and installed it, with the same results.
"I don't think it's your battery, I think the smoke detector itself has failed. I've got a new one at the house, I'll go get it."
Mike grabbed the detector with camera/mic and installed it, making sure it was positioned to capture as much of the bedroom as possible, with the bed itself in the center of the picture. He was sweating and shaking from nervousness as he climbed down the ladder. He couldn't help but chuckle inside as he allowed her to reimburse him for installing a spycam in her bedroom
As soon as he got home, he connected the receiver from the smoke detector camera/mic into his computer and began recording. He was very nervous as he waited for his first images. The quality of the video was spectacular, better than Mike had hoped. He was scared constantly for a couple of weeks. Eventually he calmed down when it appeared she wasn't going to discover the camera. He hadn't yet figured out how he was going to switch out that smoke detector. He didn't want to leave it in permanently, because eventually someone might find out that it was a camera, and that would lead them to him.
Mike stationed himself at the computer at seven that night. It was far too early to expect her to be in her bedroom, and she hadn't been in her back yard all day, but it didn't matter. He was at the computer and nothing was going to pull him away. When it got dark, he noticed that the camera in the bedroom still displayed a fairly good image. There was enough ambient light and the camera was very low lux. Finally, at around ten, Ronnie came into her bedroom and turned on the light. The image immediately brightened and went from black and white to color. It was a spectacular image, slightly better than it had been during the daytime.
Mike was shaking as he watched Ronnie fish out some pajamas from her nightstand, then disappear into the bathroom. Mike watched the screen for fifteen minutes before she came back out and lay in bed. The pajamas were modest, nothing too exciting, but Mike was in heaven watching her. She read a book for fifteen minutes or so and went to sleep. Though it wasn't anything provocative, Mike watched it over and over while stroking himself to an orgasm. He kept the computer recording, in case something interesting occurred, and went to bed after it became apparent Ronnie was asleep for the night.
Mike's entire life became wrapped up in that screen. He was obsessed with this beautiful woman. He watched it constantly, only leaving the house to work when he had to. Monitoring the video, deleting the parts where there was no action and saving the rest took a lot of time, but the effort yielded fantastic results. She sunbathed several times per week, and he got several images of her bare breasts. A few times he had recorded her coming out of her bathroom after a shower wearing only a towel, which she dropped to put on panties and get dressed. His inventory of nude videos was getting better and better by the week.
A week after installing the smoke detector, Ronnie's husband arrived. He appeared much older than Ronnie. He was a large, dark, balding Hispanic man with a pot belly, thick mustache and a thick accent. That night he lay in bed watching TV while Ronnie was in the bathroom. She came out wearing a short nightgown and panties, rather than the modest pants and top she wore while she was alone. She lay down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Her husband's hands began roaming all over her body as they kissed. She reached over and got a hand towel out of the nightstand and a tube of something. Then he removed his boxers and released his erection. He then removed Ronnie's panties and nightie.
Mike immediately removed his shorts and underwear and began rubbing his stiff dick.
"God, she's perfect," Mike thought to himself.
Ronnie squeezed something from the tube and rubbed it on her husband's dick to lubricate it. Then she knelt above her husband and slowly eased her pussy onto his stiff shaft. After she had worked it all the way in, she leaned forward and began steadily humping as her husband played with those gorgeous titties.
Mike had a ringside seat. This video would be replayed often. Mike stopped playing with himself. He wanted to wait until they were finished to lose his load.
After five minutes or so the man ejaculated in Ronnie. She lay on top of him in his arms for a while, then dismounted and cleaned them both up with the towel. Mike immediately started rubbing his dick again and spewed into a paper towel within a minute. The couple lay together for a while talking, but too softly for Mike to hear what they were saying. Mike replayed the video over and over. He couldn't believe he had been able to get such incredible video of this living wet dream.
Over the next few days he got two more videos of the couple having sex. Then the man packed up and left. It was three weeks before he came back. The first night he was back Mike got another recording of them having sex.
The next day, Mike was listening to the telephone recording when he came across a call that the man received. The conversation was entirely in Spanish. Fortunately Mike spoke fluently. It was a requirement if you wanted to work with subcontractors in the construction industry. When the man found out who was calling, he said, "This better be real important. You know I don't want you calling on this line."
"Sorry, boss, it is important and I couldn't get you on your cell. Your wife's been trying to get hold of you. Eddie's been kidnapped."
"What? I pay you big to prevent that. Who is it."
"You know who it is, though they haven't communicated with the family yet. I told you the cartel wasn't going to take no for an answer. You need to get your family out of here. It isn't safe."
"I won't be driven out. I'm not going to lose my business. Do you need more people?"
"I don't think we can get enough people to out-gun them. They've taken over the whole damned town."
"I'm coming back today. I'll call my wife, you try to find my son. Call me on my cell if you hear anything or get a ransom note. And get more men, and keep them armed and alert. Don't let anyone from my family out of the house until I get there."
Mike's suspicions were realized, the man did have a family in Mexico. The next recording was of the man booking a flight back to Mexico. He saw the couple leaving with luggage a couple of hours later, and Ronnie returned home alone an hour or so later.
The man was out of the picture for the next month, during which time Mike recorded the best video yet. One morning Ronnie came out of her bathroom wearing only a towel, as she often did after showering. Instead of pulling panties out of her dresser, she grabbed a small cloth bag out of her nightstand. She threw the towel over a chair, got back in bed naked, and covered up. She took a magazine out of the bag and started reading it. Mike couldn't tell what it was.
Kicking the covers off, she spread her legs wide and started playing with herself with one hand while holding the magazine with the other. Whatever was in that magazine was making her hot. After a few minutes, she grabbed the lubricant out of the nightstand, and took a vibrator out of the bag. Now this was getting even better. She put some lubricant on the end of the vibrator, turned it on and started running it over her pussy. After a few minutes, she put down the magazine and worked two fingers into her pussy with one hand while using the vibrator on her clit with the other.
Mike paused the recording, grabbed a paper towel and removed his shorts and underwear. This was the sexiest video he'd ever seen. This lovely babe was totally naked and playing herself into a lather. After a few minutes, Ronnie shuddered to an orgasm. Mike wasn't far behind, grunting as he filled the paper towel. Ronnie lay there a few minutes, then got up, wiped her pussy and went back into the bathroom to get dressed.
The man didn't come back. One day when he'd been gone about two months, the telephone company called saying the bill was delinquent and threatening to interrupt service. That phone tap was the one thing that worried Mike the most about getting caught, so when Ronnie left one Wednesday morning, her regular tennis league day, he went to the Network Interface box on the side of her house and disconnected the tap. After he'd pulled it up, he raked the mulch back over the trench and all traces were gone. He felt relieved about that.
With the arrival of fall the weather turned cool, so there was no more sunbathing to record. However, after being treated to watching Ronnie have sex with her husband and masturbating by herself several times, Mike was spoiled and didn't care about the sun bathing videos as much. One day while Ronnie was at her Wednesday morning tennis league, he went over and removed all traces of the hidden cameras in her back yard.
On one particularly cold day in December, Mike's doorbell rang around two in the afternoon and it was Ronnie, bundled up against the weather. She explained that she had just gotten in after being out all day and her electricity wasn't working. She asked Mike if he could take a look. He looked at the circuit breaker box and checked the meter. Everything seemed to be okay.
"Have you called the utility company?" he asked.
She looked down and said quietly, "No, I'm a little behind on the payments."
"Well, that's why your power doesn't work. Why haven't you paid your bill?"
Ronnie didn't say anything. She looked pitiful, like she was about to cry, but she certainly wasn't going to let Mike see her do so.
"He hasn't come back or called you lately, has he?" Mike asked.
She shot an amazed stare at him and said, "What do you know about that?"
"Well, it's freezing in here. Come over to my house and let's talk", Mike said.
When they got inside, Mike took her coat, scarf and gloves and put them on the couch.
"Can I get you something warm to drink?" Mike asked.
"That'd be nice", she said.
"What'll you have? Coffee, hot chocolate, or maybe something a little stronger?"
"Hot chocolate would be yummy."
She followed Mike into the kitchen while he made the hot chocolate for her. They sat on bar stools at the kitchen counter and talked.
"How long have you been married?" Mike asked.
"I met Frank when I was in college. That was twelve years ago."
"Has he ever left you before."
"I don't think he's left me. He's always had to be gone most of the time on business in Mexico. He's just been gone longer this time. But I can't get hold of him, and I've run out of money."
"How long has he been gone?" Mike asked, though he already knew the answer.
"What's the longest he's ever been gone before?"
"What are you going to do about money? How are you buying gas and eating and all."
"I don't know. I had some stashed away, and I've been eating all my meals at the club and charging it to our account. They cut me off this week though. They said the bill was too delinquent. My telephone line and my cell phone service have lapsed, as well as my internet service and television. There's a stack of bills from everybody in the world, and I have no way to contact Frank." Her voice broke as she talked, and she really did look like she was going to cry now.
"Sounds tough. When did you last have something to eat?"
"All I have left in the pantry is some oatmeal and a few cans of stuff. I had oatmeal this morning."
Mike made her a sandwich, and as she ate they continued talking.
"Ronnie, I don't know if Frank is dead or alive, but either way, I don't think he's ever coming back."
"How would you know?" she asked defiantly.
"I was out in my yard last time he was in town, over on the side close to your house. He didn't know I was there, and I overheard his conversation. I guess he was out there for privacy, but he was upset and talked kind of loudly. It was in Spanish, but I speak Spanish. The gist of the conversation was he was having trouble with the drug cartel and they had kidnapped one of his sons. They've likely either killed him or run him out of money with the ransom. Either way, it seems if he was ever going to come back he would have done so. The question is, what do you do now?"
As Ronnie listened, Mike could see that she was crestfallen. Her face turned ashen, and she couldn't look at him. She said, "He has a son?"
"Yes, and a wife, and probably other children."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked quietly.
"First, it's none of my business. Secondly, how was I to know that you weren't aware that he had a family in Mexico. Surely you must have suspected, after knowing him twelve years. You aren't married to him, are you?"
"No, we never married. And I guess I must have suspected. He never liked questions, and I stopped asking them pretty soon after we met."
"Do you have anything of value? Is your name on the title for the house?"
"I don't know. I don't think so."
"Well, as for the house, we can look that up on the internet. As for the rest, does Frank keep files at the house?"
"Yeah, there's a file cabinet."
"We'll go get them. You've got to figure out a way to get some money."
After they had eaten their lunch, they went over to Ronnie's house. There was a file cabinet with two drawers in it. Mike removed the drawers and took them to his house, one drawer at a time. They were heavy. He also had Ronnie bring the stack of bills that she had saved.
Mike spent the next two hours in his office, going through their files and mail. He looked up the property tax info on their house on the tax assessor's website and the information on the deed on the county clerk website. After he'd gotten a good picture of her situation, he called Eddie, his real estate attorney. They had been doing business since Mike first started in the business and were good friends.
"Hey, Eddie, this is Mike. How you doing?"
"Great, Mike. What's up with you?"
"I've got a situation, kind of delicate, just between us."
"I've got an acquaintance that has been living with a Mexican national for twelve years. The house, cars and everything is in the man's name. Turns out he has another family in Mexico. He's not been heard from in months and the woman has no way to get in touch with him. The taxes are delinquent on the house, insurance is lapsing on cars and house, etc. The woman has no money, but the possessions are worth a ton. What do you recommend?"
"I'm afraid that's out of my league. I don't practice family law", Eddie told him. "You need to hire an expert. I'm guessing that there might be a way to claim a common law marriage, then when that's done try to get a divorce. When all that's done, we can file a quiet title action to get possession of the house, and you can do the same with the car titles and anything else. It'll take a long time and it won't be cheap. But like I said, that's all speculation, it's out of my area of expertise."
"Can you recommend anybody?"
Eddie gave him the name, and they hung up. Eddie called the attorney's office and made an appointment for the following week. He went into the living room, where Ronnie was watching TV and having a glass of wine. "Well, what did you find out?" she asked.
"The good news is, it appears that everything is paid for. You weren't kidding when you said Frank preferred cash. There's not even a deed of trust recorded on the house. Did he pay cash for it?"
"I guess so," Ronnie said.
"Well, the bad news is that your name isn't on any of the possessions. As far as the law is concerned, you have no interest in the house, vehicles or property inside that house."
"That's not fair!" Ronnie said furiously. They can't take away my house and jewelry and all the rest."
Mike calmly said, "As far as the law is concerned, it's not your house or stuff. Are your parents still living?"
"Yes, they live in McAllen."
"You grew up in the valley?"
"Yes, but I'm never moving back there."
"Do they have the money to bail you out of trouble?"
"They aren't poor, but they don't have a lot of money. My parents weren't enthusiastic about my relationship with Frank, and I haven't talked to them a lot over the last twelve years. I'd rather leave them out of this."
"OK, fine. What about brothers or sisters?
"I'm an only child."
"I don't have trouble believing that. What about friends. Do you have any friends?"
"Of course I have friends, lots of friends."
"Let me put it another way. Who have you told about what's going on?"
Ronnie looked down, and quietly said, "Nobody."
"Then you don't have any real friends."
For the first time since he'd met the selfish bitch, Mike felt a little sorry for her. He couldn't imagine going through what she'd been going through without any support from family or friends. "This has been a tough few months for you, hasn't it," he asked quietly.
Ronnie finally broke down and cried. She'd needed to for months, and once she started she couldn't stop. Mike gave her a box of Kleenex and held her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest. Finally she was cried out, and she wiped her face with the Kleenex.
"I'm all right now. Sorry," she said.
"No need to apologize. It's time to decide what you're going to do. Do you have any ideas?"
"I've been racking my brain for months, and I don't have any idea at all what to do."
"OK, let's just examine the possibilities. If you do nothing, you're going to completely run out of money and be unable to put gas in your cars or eat. In the meantime, it's supposed to get down below twenty degrees tonight, so you're going to be freezing in your house, you have no hot water to shower and no lights. Eventually they'll evict you and take everything in the house to auction, including the house. They'll use the money to satisfy the tax lien, and the rest will be held until they can locate Frank. So you agree that doing nothing is not a good idea."
"Second possibility. You sell the furniture, jewelry, TVs and everything of value. Strip the house of all fixtures and sell them. Based on the jewelry of yours I've seen, and the fabulous things in your house, you might get 100,000. More, if you take the cars to a chop shop. You could sell the jewelry immediately and have enough to rent someplace. Problem is, with no credit history or employment, you'd have trouble getting anyplace decent to rent to you. And 100,000 wouldn't last very long, especially since you haven't a clue how to manage your own affairs. Seems to me this wouldn't be the best outcome, but better than doing nothing, agreed?"
"Third possibility. You let me take care of everything, move into my house, and I'll try to get your house and cars in your name and sell everything. If I'm successful, at worst you'd get half of everything. Best case, if Frank is dead or unable to be found, you might get everything."
"You could do that?" Ronnie asked as her expression brightened.
"Probably," Mike said with much more confidence than he felt. "I've already talked to an attorney. It's going to be a very long process and will cost a lot of money. And, we'll have to hold off the foreclosure proceedings so you don't lose the house in the meantime."
Looking at Mike suspiciously, she asked, "But where would I sleep? Do you have a spare bed?"
"I do, but that's not where you'd sleep. You'd sleep in my bed with me," Mike said casually.
"No way!" Ronnie said emphatically. "You aren't touching me, you pig!"
"Suit yourself. There's nothing I can do that you can't do by yourself. Problem is, you'd botch it and lose everything. And, you'd still have to find someplace to stay in the meantime. You have a very small amount of time to keep from losing everything. Any mistakes, and you're finished. Are you confident that you'll make no mistakes."
"No, but why do you have to be an asshole about it. Why can't you just help me."
"I will, but you'll pay with the only currency you have. It's the same currency you've used your whole life, except now it's not with some old, fat, balding guy. And you'll come out of this experience better than you went in, because I'm going to help you, not enable you. You're going to be equipped to get on with your life after I've helped you get as much money as possible. I doubt that you'll use the knowledge. I'm sure that you'll marry the first rich old geezer you find and let him make every decision in your life. But just on the off chance you decide to take your destiny into your own hands, I'm going to teach you how to manage your money and affairs. Then you can make choices, instead of having them made for you."
Ronnie was between a rock and a hard place. She dreaded the thought of this common laborer touching her with his filthy hands but she didn't see what choice she had. She felt sick to her stomach and couldn't understand how she'd gotten herself in this position. She knew one thing; the thought of going back to her cold house and having nobody to talk with was unbearable. The months of living a lie, pretending nothing was wrong to the hens at the club had been tough on her. Being unable to pay her bills and getting cut off at the club were humiliating. Even though she saw Mike as no better than the man that mowed her lawn, now that she'd shared her problems with him she felt a lot less alone. That helped her reach her decision just as much as the promise of not losing her house.
"Let's go get your things," Mike said. Even though it wasn't yet six, it was already getting dark. Mike grabbed a flashlight. "You only need enough for tonight and tomorrow morning. You can come back tomorrow when it's daylight to get more," Mike said.
Back at Ronnie's house, Mike held the flashlight while Ronnie got a suitcase out of the closet. It was pitch dark in the closet. She put the suitcase on the bed and picked out a few pieces of clothing, a pair of slippers and her bathrobe. She got a pile of things out of the bathroom and put them in a makeup bag. Then she looked through her drawers for panties and socks.
She barely cracked the drawer on her nightstand and quickly pulled out a pair of pajamas. She tried to close the drawer, but Mike said, "Let me see." Ronnie unfolded the modest pajamas and showed Mike.
"I know you can do better than that," he said, opening the drawer wider. "What about this blue teddy. I bet you're stunning in that."
She grabbed the teddy without saying a word, and tried to close the drawer quickly. Mike opened it, grabbed the small cloth bag she kept her vibrator in and said, "What's this?"
"Don't worry about it, it's not yours. Give it back," she said angrily. "Just because you forced me into agreeing to stay with you doesn't mean I don't deserve any privacy."
"Ronnie, is there something naughty in here?" Mike said teasingly. She was trying to grab it while he held it high. She wasn't tall enough to reach it. "Well, if there is, you might need it. We'll just bring it along," and with that he stuffed the bag in his coat pocket. Is there anything else you'll need?"
"No," she said angrily. "Give me back that bag." She was really pissed. If it hadn't been freezing cold in the house she might have changed her mind right then.
"Settle down," Mike said. "Every girl keeps one of these around, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You might want it tonight." Ronnie glared at him. If looks could kill, he would be dead. This was the final outrage. Mike picked up the suitcase and started to walk out. Ronnie grabbed the overnight bag and followed him, locking up.
Mike's house had two closets in the master bedroom, and he only used one, so Ronnie had more space than she needed to unpack her few items. Mike hid the cloth bag in one of his drawers when she wasn't looking and hung up his coat. "You want another glass of wine," he asked Ronnie.
"Yes," she said tersely. She was still pissed.
"Oh well, she'll get over it," Mike thought. He ordered them some Chinese delivery and they continued discussing her situation as they waited. After they had eaten, Mike said, "When was the last time you talked to your parents?"
"I called them last Christmas."
"That's almost a year ago. Don't you think it's about time you called them? You can use the phone in my office."
Ronnie took him up on the offer, and she was in his office for over an hour. When she finally came out, it was obvious she'd been crying. They sat in the living room, watching the fire and drinking wine, and mellowed out. Ronnie talked a little about various things, and it appeared she'd gotten over her anger with Mike.
About ten, Mike announced, "We've got a big day tomorrow. Let's go get ready for bed."
Mike had separate his and hers vanities in the master bathroom, so Ronnie had her own space. Mike brushed and flossed and went into the bedroom to wait for Ronnie to finish her nightly routine. He got the cloth bag out of his drawer and opened it. The magazine was a copy of Penthouse Letters. "So that's what she reads to get hot," Mike thought to himself. He grabbed the vibrator and lubricant and put the bag back in his drawer. "Wear the blue teddy, please," he called from the bedroom. He took off his clothes and got into bed, hiding the vibrator, lubricant and a hand towel under the covers and leaving the bedside lamps on.
After about ten minutes, Ronnie came into the bedroom wearing a bathrobe. "Let me see," Mike said. She reluctantly took off the bathrobe, threw it over a chair and stood by the bed. She was ravishing in the blue teddy. The thin material left little to the imagination. It consisted of a skimpy pair of shorts and a sleeveless top. Mike could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair through the skimpy bottoms. He'd seen her totally naked many times, but never in person. This was much better.
"Spectacular," Mike said. "Turn around."
She turned to show him her backside, then turned back around.
"You've got to be the most beautiful creation in the world," Mike said. "I guess you hear that a lot."
"That's the first time I've heard that from a man in a very long time," Ronnie answered coolly. "Can I get in bed now? I'm cold in this little thing."
"Are you sure you want to? There's a naked man in here."
"Can't you just let me sleep?"
"You can sleep in your house, or you can come in here and make love to me in mine. It's your choice.
She said nothing, but she got into the bed.
"I was hoping you'd make the right decision."
"Only because I have no better choice," she said.
She lay as far away from him as she could, but he went to her side of the bed. She trembled when he touched her. He nuzzled her neck with his lips and ran his hand over her body and inside her teddy. He nested his body against hers, and his stiff dick pushed against her butt.
She didn't respond to his caresses. He didn't expect that she would, but it didn't stop him. He was getting more and more excited as he rubbed her. He held her fabulous tits in his hand, gently tweaking the nipples until they stiffened. He played with the hair on her pussy. Prying her legs apart, he reached inside the skimpy bottoms of her teddy and parted her lips, while smothering her neck, ears and cheek with kisses. He couldn't believe how wonderful she felt and smelled. She was incredible. He gently worked a finger into her moist pussy. She tried to close her legs. He pushed her from her side onto her back, lifted her top and helped her out of it. Then he started pulling down her shorts.
"Please," she said.
"Changing your mind? Do you want to go back to your house and go it alone?"
"No," she said quietly.
"Then you're okay with this?"
She hesitated, then she said, "yes."
She was on her back, and Mike once again pushed her legs apart. He gently worked a finger between her pussy lips as he sucked one of her tits into his mouth and began licking the nipple. She wasn't cooperating, so Mike got the lubricant to help things along. With a squirt on his finger he was easily able to work a finger into her. After getting her lubricated inside and out, he grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and gently rubbed up and down her slit, barely pushing it into her vagina, then back up to her clit. Her clitoris soon emerged from its hiding place. Mike rolled her over on her side again and put the tip of his dick against her pussy. As he began pushing it into her, he reached around and put the vibrator over her clit. She shuddered.
Mike had never been so hard, and it took him several attempts to work the entire length of his penis into her tight pussy. When he finally got it all in and humped her a few times, her slick pussy allowed it to move in and out more smoothly. Then his pumping became quicker. He was filling her so completely it felt like he was pushing against her stomach.
She took the vibrator from Mike's hand and began using it to tickle her clit. Mike had masturbated almost every single day since setting up those hidden cameras, sometimes more than once. So he was easily able to keep from cumming too quickly. Ronnie, on the other hand, had never had clitoral stimulation during sex and she hadn't had passionate sex for years. This was passionate sex. With a free hand now that Ronnie had taken the vibrator, Mike grabbed her tits and gently rolled her nipples. He nibbled at her neck and ears. And he continued to drive his long, hard dick in and out of her.
Suddenly she had a tremendous orgasm, the most powerful of her life. "AWWWW, UMMM, Uuuhh, UMMM, ummm, mmmm, mmm," she grunted. Mike could feel her pussy muscles contracting, squeezing his dick. When she had finished cumming, he asked her to come on top of him. He lay on his back and she mounted his dick. As she began fucking him, her beautiful tits swayed in rhythm with their humping. It was the most beautiful sight Mike had ever seen. He cupped her tits.
"Kiss me," he ordered her.
She leaned over and put her lips on his. Mike hungrily kissed her and their tongues met. That pushed Mike over the top. His body spasmed as he shot his cum into her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in a bear hug as the last of him dribbled into her. They lay together quietly for a while, then Mike eased his hold on her.
"That was even better than I thought it would be," Mike whispered.
Ronnie didn't say anything, but she didn't pull away from him either. Mike gave her the towel, and she held it to her pussy as she rolled off of him. She went into the bathroom for a few minutes, then came back out wearing regular pajamas for warmth. She turned off the lights and got back into bed, and Mike snuggled up to her again. She still didn't say anything, but neither did she pull away. After a few minutes, he turned off his light, turned over and went to sleep.
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