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A boring job turns decidedly un-boring

Collecting the Rent from a very hot tenant
A few years ago, I was stuck in what I saw as a dead-end job managing a sort of dingy apartment complex in the LA area. I'd gone out there ostensibly to pursue screenwriting, and this job was my "job till I hit it big." Of course, after a few years of not hitting it big, it was just my job - and I was too much of a wuss to admit I should pack it in and move back home.

As the complex's manager, I had one of the better apartments there, but that wasn't saying much. It was maybe seven hundred square feet. Most of the tenants were just as bored and lost as I was, and most could barely remember my name from month to month. There was one bright spot, however: a blonde named Suzy.

I know her name now, but I didn't know it at the time this story happened but I knew her face - and body - for sure. She was about averaged sized, nice body, with shortish bleached blonde hair. She was attractive, but not enough to make it as a model or whatever profession she was out there to pursue. That made her seem all the hotter to me. She often came and went in tight t-shirts and shorts, and if I was lucky, I could catch glimpses of her sunbathing near the complex's algae-filled pool. She was pretty regular with her rent, though she tended to be a day or two late each month. Not being a jerk - and being infatuated with her, I never made a thing of it. Frankly, I'd have let her pay it as late as I could get away with.

Luckily for me, she wasn't quite aware that I was lamely scrupulous and totally chickenshit.

One hot day, which was barely cooled by my unit's ancient air conditioning unit, someone knocked on my door. I didn't get many visitors. I had no real friends and let's not even talk about the women situation in my life. I assumed it was someone who was going to ask me to plunge t heir toilet or something, and I contemplated pretending not to be home.

However, as I said, I'm a wuss, and damn lucky I for it.

With a sigh of resignation, I sauntered over to the door and opened it and wouldn't you know who was standing outside, looking resigned herself: my favorite blonde tenant, dressed in daisy dukes, a red bikini top, and flip-flops.

"Hi, uh, Mr..."

"Smith," I provided, suddenly nervous.

"Right, Mr. Smith. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a problem I need to talk to you about."

"Uh, sure," I stammered. "Come on in."

She entered my abode, I think trying to hide her lack of interest in my scarcely thought out living quarters. I wasn't a slob, but I didn't make much effort at keeping the place well put together, either.

"What can I help with?"

She paced away from me, clearly not enjoying what she was about to say. "Well, I know I'm sometimes late with my rent, but I'm going to be very late this month. I lost my job, and I am super short on funds right now."

"Well," I began, before she cut me off.

"Look, I am not someone who avoids problems. I like to tackle them. I'm looking for a break on my rent this month, and I'm willing to make it worth your while if you can let it go."

Now, I'll be frank. I immediately thought dirty thoughts however I assumed she was going to suggest something more above-board, say, helping out around the complex, something like that. My heart began racing, but my mind was saying, "Don't even think it, shithead."

"I'd have to speak to the owner of the apartment before saying we can do that, Ms..."

She turned back to me, raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk on her face. "Suzy. My name is Suzy. You might know that if you paid less attention to my ass."

I'd like to say I played it cool, but I just about melted, I was so flustered. I was not accustomed to being around women at all, and certainly not women that were that blunt. "Wait, no, that's...I don't..."

She directed her gaze directly at my crotch, frowning. "Dude. You are hard right now."

"What are you talking about?" I said, trying to shift my stance to hide the fact that, indeed, I was hard.

"Hey, I don't care. I didn't care when I saw you watching me from your window while I was lying near the pool last week. You were jerking off, weren't you?"

I was ready to faint. Shit, did I want to be anywhere but there. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My mind raced back to the previous week, when I'd spent a good half hour watching her from my bathroom window, slowly stroking myself. She'd been wearing sunglasses and had barely moved, so I'd had no clue she'd seen me. What are the odds of that?

She took a step closer to me. "You look like a lonely guy. Like you do a lot of whacking off. You probably watch porn and have favorite porn stars, the whole nine yards."

I felt lower than low. It was humiliating. "This is just crazy," I managed weakly. "Didn't you want me to help you?"

She shook her head just slightly, let out a breath of impatience, and stepped right into my personal space. She then reached down and touched the zipper of my pants. "May I?" she asked. All I could manage was a nod.

Giving me a last look of amusement, she unzipped my pants, revealing the tent my erect penis created against my boxer briefs. There was already a stain of wetness from my pre-cum; she brushed the tip of her finger against it. "Looks like cumstains. Guess I was right about your love affair with your hand."

I didn't say anything. I was too scared to mess up whatever it was about to happen. Rubbing my dick through my underwear, she said without looking, "you'll forget my rent this month, right?"

Short of breath, I wheezed, "absolutely."

Continuing to caress my aching member, she looked up at me again. "I mean, like totally forgotten. Like I don't have to pay it this month, or at all. I'll start paying again next month, but this month is taken care of."

At that point, she could have asked me to break into Fort Knox, and I'd have agreed. So of course I said, "yes, definitely."

With that, she pulled my underwear and pants down to my mid-thighs, squatted before me, and took my cock into her mouth.

Now, at this point, I was not the most experienced guy around. In fact, while I'd received blowjobs as part of foreplay, I'd never had a girl on her knees before me. It was like a porn film come to life. (Yeah, okay, I admit it. I was watching plenty at the time.)

She began sucking, bobbing her head back and forth along the length of my dick, using her fist to slowly pump me as she did.

"Shit...this is amazing," I panted.

Her only response was to suck a little harder, jerk a little faster. Within three minutes, tops, I came so hard my knees practically buckled. Stream after stream spasmed into her mouth, which never left my cock. When my trembling subsided, she, stroked my dick one last time, slowly, as if milking out the last of the cum. Then she released my dick, and I saw the small muscles beneath her jaw in her neck flex almost imperceptibly as she swallowed my load. I almost immediately regretted not having the presence of mind to pull out and cum on her face, which really would have completed the fantasy.

She stood up, looked at me again, and brushed her hand across her mouth. "We're square, right?"

"Yes, we are square. Um...thanks."

She smirked as she walked to the door. "Hmf. You're welcome."

Only when the door had closed, and I was standing there with my pants down and my penis softening, did I realize I'd just essentially paid $800 for a blowjob, from a girl who clearly thought I was a moron but man, did it feel good.

The story didn't completely end there...

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