As I signed the lease and handed the agent, Stephanie Peters, a check for two grand to cover the security deposit and first month's rent, I found it hard to believe I'd actually left my wife and agreed to lease apartment number 1215 in Kurtz House for the following year. I had next to nothing to put in this $ 1,000.00-a-month apartment except a couple of suitcases full of clothes, my portable stereo, and a laptop. I could have easily found a less expensive place and been happy, but now that I was unencumbered by the bitch I'd been married to for fifteen years, I wanted to be close to the nightlife of the center city.
"So Allen, will you remodel before you move your furniture in?" Ms. Peters asked.
"Furniture? You're looking at my furniture, Steph,” I replied.
"Oh really, well, I guess it'll be some time before I get invited to your housewarming party,” she said.
"Could be," I said as I shook her hand and showed her out the door.
I walked across the expansive, empty living room, slid the patio door open, and stepped onto the narrow balcony. I was lucky to get a unit on the east side of the building. While my balcony was in the shade of the late afternoon sun, the building across the street was bathed in bright sunshine. I looked over the railing and down twelve stories to the busy street below. From this height, the movement of people on the sidewalk and street appeared like tiny ants moving about. I could only faintly hear the sounds of vehicle horns from my twelfth-story perch. Opening the small storage closet at the end of my balcony, I discovered a single plastic patio chair, forgotten or abandoned by the prior tenant.
Well, at least you'll have someplace to sit tonight. I thought to myself. I expected to enjoy evenings on my tiny patio. Steph had told me the breeze up here was lovely in the evening.
I set up my portable stereo on the kitchen counter until I could get furniture for the living room. It took me only a minute or two to unpack my things and hang them neatly in the bedroom closet. "Well, Allen," I said aloud, "now what?"
I decided to walk around the neighborhood to get acquainted with my new surroundings. Five minutes later, I stepped out onto the busy street twelve floors below my sanctuary. The early evening happy hour crowd was busy scurrying to their favorite free buffet and low-priced drinks. I took a leisurely stroll around the block my high rise was in, making mental notes of where the pharmacy, the video rental shop, and a wine and spirits shop were located. After circling my block, I did the same for the block across the street from my building.
Like most downtowns in America today, I found a second-hand shop that had some fascinating furniture displayed in their window and a sign that offered free delivery. I needed cheap furniture since the lawyers had just begun fighting over how much of my income the ex would be taking, so I entered the store to check out what they had to offer.
As the door swung open, it struck a small bell announcing my entry. I stood just inside the door, waiting for someone to greet me. Several minutes passed before a beautiful woman in her late forties or early fifties came around the corner from the back room. Her long flowing skirt hid her legs entirely except for her shoes, which looked more for comfort than style. While her skirt hid her legs from view, her form-fitting sweater did little to hide the shape of her bust. She had to be at least a 36 C, and her tits appeared to be firm, but that could be a result of her bra. Her shoulder-length red hair was cut in kind of a shag style with different lengths and relatively straight. As she came to a stop directly in front of me, I noticed she was covered in sexy little freckles, telling me her red hair was natural. Her eyes were a pale blue-gray and sparkled in the bright lights of the shop.
"Evening, can I help you?" she asked politely.
"Yes, I'm looking for some furniture," I replied.
"Great, what kind of furniture did you have in mind?" she said.
"Cheap!" I answered.
She smiled and said, "You're in the wrong store, sir. We don't have any cheap furniture here; we only carry less expensive items."
"There's a difference?" I questioned her.
"Most certainly is!" she said then added, "Furniture made of particle board is cheap and goes in the dumpster out back. Our stock is one hundred percent wood and high-quality, but less expensive because it is second-hand. There may be a few flaws in some pieces, but not an ounce of particle board."
"I see," I replied.
"But when I asked you what kind, I meant, what room are you looking to furnish?" she remarked.
"Oh, all of them," I replied with a smile. "I just signed a lease over at Kurtz House for a year and don't have a piece of furniture for the place yet unless an old plastic patio chair counts?" I explained.
Her smile grew wider when she realized she had a potential whole apartment full of furniture customer on her hands.
"Living room first; it can double for a bedroom for a while,” she suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea,” I said, "I put myself in your capable hands,” I added with an equally broad smile.
She extended her hand, a delicate-looking freckle-covered hand, with perfectly manicured nails finished in a sexy French manicure.
"I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kay if you like,” she offered.
I took that delicate hand and shook it slowly as I said, "Hi Kay, I'm Allen."
"Is there a missus, Allen?" she asked. "They usually want to be involved with furniture decisions."
"There is a missus, but not for much longer," I replied.
"Okay, so it's a bachelor pad we're looking to furnish," Kay suggested.
I said, "Yes, I suppose it is."
As we approached several displays of living room furniture, Kay directed me to an L-shaped sectional. It was tan and appeared to be in perfect condition. "This one has recliners built into each end,” she said. It comes with two end tables and a matching coffee table. I'll throw in a pair of table lamps and can let you have it for six fifty.
Kay was a keen marketing person and used the living room set as a loss leader. The price tag on the set was $725.00, but she knew a reasonable price on the first buy would have me back for the other rooms I needed to furnish.
I sat down on one end and flipped the recliner bar alongside. My body settled into the most comfortable position, bringing a quick smile to my face. "You got yourself a deal!" I said.
"Great,” she replied, "Let me grab an order form, and we'll write it up."
As she walked away from me, I watched her move. Her hips swayed seductively, and the skirt couldn't hide the fact that she has a lovely ass. I'd have to find a way to ask her if a mister exists.
I occupied myself looking at kitchen sets while I waited for her to return.
"Okay, let's do the paperwork,” Kay said as she approached me from her small office.
"Full name?" She asked. "Allen Goodman," I replied.
"Kurtz House apartment number?" Kay asked.
"1215," I answered.
"Phone number?" she asked.
"I'll give you my cell,” I said. "702-555-5901," I added.
"Good, I'll keep that confidential," Kay promised.
"Age," Kay asked matter-of-factly.
I looked at her with a rather inquisitive expression, causing her to grin.
"Forty-one in three weeks,” I replied.
"Very good," Kay said.
"Pick up or delivery?" She asked.
"You deliver?" I asked.
"Sure do; we can deliver your living room tomorrow morning," Kay said.
"Great, then yes, delivery," I said.
"Would you like to pay with a check, cash, or a card, Allen?"
I answered, "I can give you a check now, or if you'd rather, I can give you cash tomorrow." Knowing businesses like Kay's liked to deal in cash.
"Cash tomorrow would be great,” Kay replied with a grin.
"How's nine o'clock for delivery?" Kay suggested.
"Nine is fine with me,” I replied.
"Great, I'll stop by about nine-thirty to make sure everything is okay and to pick up your payment," Kay said.
"Sounds good, I'll make coffee. Do you like cream and sugar?" I asked
"Oh, just extra cream." She replied with a rather suggestive grin on her face.
As we walked toward the front of Kay's shop, she became even friendlier, touching my arm with her soft fingers.
"You know Allen, I live in Cambridge Arms across the street from you. My apartment is on the tenth floor. We're almost neighbors." Kay offered with a broad smile and a quick squeeze of my arm.
This was my chance to find out if a Mister Kay was involved.
"Is it you and your significant other,” I asked rather boldly.
She smiled even wider and said, "If you consider a twelve-year-old cocker spaniel named Dusty a significant other. My husband passed away two years ago,” She added.
I apologized for bringing it up, but Kay's wide smile let me know she'd already recovered from her loss.
Just before I got to the door, I spotted an old telescope in the corner. I remembered having one of those as a boy and playing with it all the time. It was while I had that telescope that I discovered girls and often spied on my neighbor who had developed tits that same summer.
I stopped and walked over to check it out. Kay stood by the door and asked, "Do you like watching the stars?"
"I had one of these as a boy, I seem to recall enjoying looking at all the heavenly bodies with my telescope." My wide grin let her know some heavenly bodies were earthbound.
"How much do you want for it?" I asked.
Kay put her hand to her chin like she was calculating a price.
"Is fifteen dollars too much?" she asked.
"Fifteen is a bargain!" I'll take it with me, I said, picking up the old telescope and folding the legs closed.
"I'll have six sixty-five for you tomorrow, Kay," I said.
"Okay, Allen, I guess I can trust you for fifteen till then,” she said with a seductive-looking smile coming across her full, pouty lips.
I smiled back at her and said, "I'll see you in the morning."
Continuing my short walk back to Kurtz House, I encountered a Chinese takeout. Since I hadn't yet stocked my frig, I went inside and ordered my dinner. There is nothing better than Chinese eaten with chopsticks. Carrying my new toy, dinner, and a better knowledge of the neighborhood, I returned to my new apartment.
The light of a setting sun did little to illuminate my apartment, and since I didn't have any lamps yet, I turned on the bathroom light and left the door open. I'd be sleeping tonight in my sleeping bag on the carpeted floor, so I spread it out while I could still see reasonably well.
Grabbing my dinner, I went outside on the balcony and enjoyed my first meal in my new place. As I ate, the sunlight dimmed even more, and I started seeing lights come on in the apartments across the street in Cambridge Arms. I could imagine those apartments were relatively warm, with the blazing sun on the balcony doors all afternoon. A few occupants were enjoying the late evening breeze on their balconies.