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Rental Property -- Part 1 of 2
By JimC
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story ("Rental Property").
The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY"). Any
resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and
rather farfetched, if you ask me.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations (albeit
not too graphic) in a fictional (remember fiction?) setting. The target
audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.
This audience is getting harder and harder to find each year.
Final disclaimer -- I doubt that any of the people would act in the way
described herein. This is just fantasy, and should be treated as such.
This fantasy takes place in the late 1970s or early 1980s.
* * *
"Jim, I need to speak with you."
I looked up from my desk. It was Bobbie, standing at the entrance to
my cubicle in that cute white jump suit with the thin lines in a
checkerboard pattern. I didn't know if she knew that whenever I saw
her in that outfit, my internal temperature rose a few degrees. Maybe
she did.
"What's up, Bobbie?"
She drew in a breath. It was obvious that what she was going to ask
wasn't easy. "We're short of cash this month. We need to get some
money."
I looked around the office. Nobody was staring at us; our
conversation was pretty quiet. However, this wasn't the kind of thing
I liked to discuss at the office.
"I'm going to the mall across the street for lunch. Why don't you
join me there -- my treat -- and we'll discuss it?"
She paused. I don't think she had considered a "lunch date" was in
the cards. However, a group of us sometimes walked across the street
and had some fast food at the mall once or twice a week. It wasn't as
if this was anything really that different.
"All right," she answered, her voice barely a whisper. She left my
cubicle.
I smiled to myself. Bobbie was a cute girl... actually a woman, her
being about eight years older than my twenty years. I was the
youngest employee in the office and single. I was making a little
more than she was, and didn't have many expenses to speak of. Only a
little studio apartment that set me back less than $200 a month. A
good portion of my take-home just went into my savings and some
certificates of deposit. I wasn't rich, but compared to most of the
married people in the office, I was pretty well off.
Bobbie had started at the office a few months earlier as a junior
analyst. She really didn't have the aptitude for programming, and
always asked me questions. She did work hard, and that what was
important in the end. She didn't expect other people to do her work,
and she usually managed to get her work in on time.
She was a slightly chubby brunette, although not really overweight
(although as a female, she probably would think she was). She was
also a newlywed, having gotten married about six months before she
came to work with us. Her face, however, was her best asset. It was
round and always wore a smile. Her blue eyes twinkled when she
laughed. She was, in a word, the stuff of my fantasies ever since she
started working here.
She was the only female in our programming project. She seemed to be
a trooper, not getting offended if she overheard a couple of the guys
telling racy jokes to one another. She even joined us a few times for
our occasional lunches across the street, and was also a regular at
our weekly Friday night at the pub parties, although she always just
had one drink -- a white Zinfandel -- and always left early to meet
with her husband.
I took mental inventory. I had about $200 in cash in my wallet, so if
she only needed that much or less, I could easily accommodate her. I
figured that a small loan right now could cement our burgeoning
friendship. I mentally shrugged that it was probably money well
spent; if she really needed the money, she might look to me as her
hero. I had nothing really to lose.
It was 9:30 AM. Lunch was in another two and a half hours.
I glanced back at my terminal and picked up my programming where I
left off.
* * *
She coughed lightly. "Jim?"
I shook my head. I was so engrossed in my work, that I had forgotten
about our little date. A glance at my watch showed me it was five
minutes after noon. I looked up at her and said, "Sorry, Bobbie... I
sort of got engrossed in my work."
She smiled, causing dimples to appear on her rosy cheeks. "No
problem. We're going to the mall for lunch, right?"
"Yup," I confirmed. I saved my work and disconnected my terminal,
pushed back my chair and got up. "Let's do it!"
We left the office, and walked silently across the parking lot to the
crosswalk that crossed the busy highway between our office and the
mall. I stole a few glances at Bobbie, and she looked a bit nervous.
She probably doesn't like asking for money, I thought to myself. I
know that I'd probably feel the same way in her situation.
As the light turned green and the "WALK" sign beamed its green message
to us, we still hadn't said anything to each other. We started across
the highway, and made our way through the mall parking lot.
She started heading toward the door closest to the fast food court. I
was fantasizing about her thinking of me as her hero, and suddenly
decided to head toward the full service restaurant at the other end of
the mall.
"Bobbie, if we go to the food court, we'll be in the middle of
hundreds of shoppers. We'll never get any privacy, and I don't think
this is something you will feel comfortable about discussing in
public. Let's go to The Station for a salad or sandwich, OK?"
She looked at me and thought. She smiled and thanked me, and started
heading toward The Station.
"Still my treat," I assured her.
We got to the restaurant a few minutes later, and other than that one
exchange in the parking lot, we still hadn't said much of anything to
one another. The place was just starting to fill, but we had no
trouble getting a table. As luck would have it, it was pretty
secluded from the other tables.
The waiter arrived a few minutes after we were seated, and Bobbie
ordered a Cobb salad and I ordered a turkey sandwich. After the
waiter retrieved our menus, and departed, Bobbie decided it was time
to talk.
"Jim, I want to thank you for the lunch. You are so sweet." She
paused, uncertain as to continue.
"Thanks for joining me, Bobbie," I answered, filling the awkward gap.
"Henry was laid off a few months ago," she began, referring to her
husband. "right after we got married. We still have the mortgage and
our other bills. I don't think we'll be able to pay them off this
month. Henry has found another job, but it won't start for another
few weeks. So, a small loan right now would help us out, and we'll be
able to repay you after he starts getting paid for his new job."
I nodded at her in understanding. Even though I wasn't an accountant,
I wrote many programs for them. It wasn't difficult to see that a
loan could help her in that situation, and wouldn't just be postponing
a future default... it was definitely a "good risk."
"So, have you figured out how much you are going to need?"
She took another deep breath. This was the part that was difficult
for her... actually asking for the money. "Um, well, yeah. I had
done some calculations a night or so ago, and we're short..." She
paused again, sighing.
"We're short about $600." she began again, quickly. "If I had that
much more right now, I'd be able to pay this month's bills and the
late ones from last month, and with Henry starting his job on the
first, we'll probably come out even next month, and be back on the
positive side the month after that. I could start paying you back
then." She looked at me, hopeful.
I could see that she had figured this out. Six hundred dollars wasn't
chicken feed, but it would hardly cause much of a dent in my savings
account.
After a few moments thought, I responded, "You sound like you have it
all figured out, Bobbie. It really sounds like a good plan. Of
course, I don't have $600 on me right now. I'd have to go to my bank
and make a withdrawal."
"You mean, you'll lend me the money?" she asked.
"Of course, Bobbie. You have a good plan, and since you will be back
on the plus side in just a month or two, it doesn't look like there's
any problem that I can see."
Her look of apprehension changed to joy. "That's wonderful, Jim!" she
exclaimed, and got up out of her chair, and crossed to where I was
sitting. She bent down and put a kiss right on my lips.
I was a bit taken aback from this. It had happened so quickly: she
was thanking me, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine.
I opened my eyes, and she was still kissing me, her eyes closed. I
breathed in deeply through my nose, savoring her wonderful perfume.
She broke from the kiss, looking a bit embarrassed. She quietly
returned to her seat, and said, softly, "Um, I didn't mean to
embarrass you, Jim!"
"Um... oh, no! It was just a bit unexpected, Bobbie."
The waiter arrived with our lunches, and the moment was gone. I must
have had the biggest grin on my face, though. She smiled at me in
return. I was her hero. I just knew it!
Bobbie and I made small chit-chat during the meal, Bobbie knowing my
disdain for discussing work stuff outside of work. She talked about
Henry's new job, working for some security firm. I talked to her
about my upcoming weekend, which would be going on a camping trip to
the beach. All the while during the meal, one thought kept going
through my head: "She kissed me! She kissed me! I'm her hero! I'm
her hero!"
When the meal ended, and the waiter came, I already had my American
Express card out. I had promised that it was my treat, and I wanted
to remain her hero. Bobbie asked me if I wanted her to pay the tip,
but I told her that it wouldn't be a problem.
After I signed the receipt, I put my copy and my card back into my
wallet. I remembered that I had $200 in there already.
"Bobbie, I have about $200 here." I counted it out. I put it on the
table and told her that I needed to run a few errands during the
remainder of the lunch hour, and also had to visit my bank for the
rest of the money I was going to lend her. "Why don't you meet me in
Don's office after work," referring to our manager, who, along with
about half the office staff, was out at some boring trade show for the
week. "We'll settle everything then. Tell Henry that you'll be a
half hour or so late coming home."
She nodded at me, and took the money with an embarrassed smile. She
took my hand in hers and thanked me again. It wasn't a kiss, but it
didn't matter to me.
* * *
I didn't really have any errands that couldn't wait until after work,
and my bank had one of those new-fangled auto-teller machines where I
could get some money. Unfortunately, $400 was over my daily limit on
the machine, which I found out when I tried to withdraw it. I looked
inside the bank, and the teller line wasn't long, so I just got on
line, wrote myself a check for $700 (Hey... I needed some cash for
myself!).
I walked around the mall, thinking to myself. Thinking about Bobbie
kissing me... how lovely she looked in that jump suit... I'm her
hero! Thinking about how nice she smelled when she kissed me...
I was killing time, trying to get into the office just as the lunch
hour concluded. I wanted to spend some more time privately with
Bobbie. Maybe I'd get another kiss.
Walking around the mall, it was probably the first time in years that
I failed to look at all the females shopping. My mind was on other
things... that kiss from Bobbie... being her hero... her jump suit.
I soon found my thoughts straying... Bobbie taking off that jump
suit... Bobbie's lips around my cock...
I must have looked a sight, since I found myself with a rather large
hard-on. Luckily the rest rooms were close by, and I stepped inside
to relieve myself. I emptied my bladder, and started to force myself
to start thinking about the project I was doing at work. A few
minutes later, I was back to "normal."
At work, I found it difficult to pay attention to my coding. I kept
on thinking of Bobbie. We both got off at 4:30 PM. I couldn't
believe how slowly the hours went. 1:15... 1:20... 1:30...
I had a lot of fantasies that afternoon... all of them starring
Bobbie and, of course, me as her hero.
Finally, it was 4:25. I couldn't really wait any more. I
disconnected my terminal and got out of my cubicle. Bobbie was still
in her cubicle. I walked down the hallway silently, and entered Don's
office.
Don's office was spotless. He was one of those "neatness" fiends.
His desk was totally uncluttered, except for a blotter, a phone, a
stapler, and a pencil box with a couple of pens in it. His desk had a
comfortable swivel chair, and I sat in it.
Across from his desk, was a sofa -- or more accurately, a love seat.
A lot of us in the group used that sofa for catching some Zs when we
were pulling an all-nighter, trying to meet some near-impossible
deadline.
In my wallet, I had my $900. I counted it. Seven one-hundred dollar
bills. I put the wallet back in my pocket.
And started to worry about loaning her the money... why not just give
it to her? I started tossing the idea back and forth in my mind...
At exactly 4:30, the office door opened, and Bobbie exclaimed, "Oh,
hi, Jim!" Apparently, she was surprised to see me already there.
"Hi, Bobbie," I replied, asking her to shut the door so we could be
more private.
She did, and sat in the love seat facing the desk.
"Bobbie, I was thinking about the loan this afternoon, and I had a
little misgiving."
She didn't say anything, but there was a little disappointment in her
eyes.
"I don't really like lending money to people, mostly because I find
myself too embarrassed to ask people to pay it back when they forget
to do so, and have found that people who cannot pay back loans get
embarrassed themselves, and what used to be a nice friendship gets
turned into a very uncomfortable situation."
She closed her eyes, fearing the worst.
"Bobbie," I continued, "I know that you are encountering a hard time,
and I also don't want to ruin our friendship by not lending your the
money. You can see that I am in a bit of a quandary."
She opened her eyes, and gave me a look of understanding. "I under-"
she started.
I interrupted her, knowing what she was going to say.
"Now, Bobbie... the easiest thing for me to do is just give you the
money, and ask you not to repay me ever. That way, I won't have lost
your friendship by not giving you the money, and I won't lose your
friendship if, for any reason, you cannot repay it."
I paused, waiting for her reaction.
"I... I'm sorry, Jim. I cannot take $600 from you... a friend...
and not offer to repay it back to you! I'd feel like I owe you
something!" She paused, listening to what she just said. "I mean, I
WOULD owe you something, but if you don't allow me to pay it back, I'd
feel very guilty!"
"I had a feeling you'd say something like that, Bobbie. That's
another part of the problem!"
She looked at her watch, and said, "Oh, shit! I forgot to call
Henry!" She picked up Don's phone, and dialed a number. She waited
about thirty seconds, and then said, "Hi, honey. It's Bobbie! I'm
gonna be working a little late tonight... something just came up at
the last minute. Why don't you put the chicken in the microwave and
I'll be home at..." she looked at her watch, "no later than 6:30."
She hung up, and said to me, "Henry wasn't home, so I left a message."
I nodded, "So, where were we? I don't want to make this a loan, and
you think that you'd feel guilty if I just gave you the money, right?"
She nodded.
"How else can we do this?" I asked.
She went silent. She was thinking this through. I guess she realized
that this might take some time, hence her message to Henry.
"Jim, I think you are very sweet to want to just give me the money,
but if Henry were to find out, he'd feel guilty as well, knowing that
he wasn't able to earn our mortgage money this month."
I nodded in agreement.
"Why can't you allow us to repay you? I don't care if you don't want
interest, but I cannot take $600 from you without repaying it back."
"Hmmm... what if you both took me out for a night on the town when
you get more solvent?" I asked.
"You mean, like a dance club, or something?" she asked.
"Maybe that's not a good idea," I said. "I mean, if you are just
getting back on your feet, Henry might not want to spend money on
something like that... and invite me as well as have you pick up the
check!"
She shook her head. "Yeah, I don't think that would work."
We sat in silence, trying to work it out.
"Bobbie?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"You know, I really liked that kiss you gave me at The Station this
afternoon."
She turned red in embarrassment. "Oh, Jim, I was just so happy that
you'd said that you'd lend me the money! You have always been such a
sweet person."
"I know, but..." I paused, no knowing how to continue.
"But?" she asked.
"But... for some reason, I've been having a hard time keeping from
thinking about it. I really enjoyed it."
She looked at me. "Well... I guess that I enjoyed it, too."
A sudden inspiration hit me. "I have an idea. How about $100 for
each kiss you give me! It won't be like I'm giving you the money for
nothing!"
She looked at me without saying anything. She thought it over and
started to shake her head. "No... I don't really like the
connotation of that."
"What connotation?"
"Kissing for money. It's like..." she paused, looking at me.
"OH!" I responded. I hadn't thought of that.
This is about as far as I thought it would go... maybe if she were to
sleep with me for money... but I had never thought it through. She'd
just be a prostitute if she did that. A whore. I didn't want to
think of her that way.
"That's not what I meant, but..." I tried to get my thoughts together.
"I think you are too nice for me to think of you that way!"
She smiled at me. "You really are sweet, aren't you." She looked at
me. "Jim, I like you, but I can't cheat on Henry," she took a breath.
"You don't want me to do that, do you?"
A sudden inspiration hit me. It was all I could do to keep from
grinning. If I played this right...!
"OK. Kissing for money is out of the question. It was just a
thought." I paused for a bit, thinking how I was going to word the
next part.
"Bobbie, I have an idea. Let me finish this and then think about it
before you answer. OK?"
She nodded her head.
"OK. I gave you $200 at lunch today, promising you that I would lend
you the money, right? OK. Then I will lend you that $200. You can
pick out your own interest rate and terms. Just sign an I-O-U for it
before you leave here today.
"But I won't lend you the entire $600 you asked for. You don't want
me to give it to you as a gift, and I understand that." I slowly
counted out six one-hundred dollar bills. "This is the money that I
want to give you... $600. As far as I am concerned, it is a gift,
and I do NOT want it repaid. If you take it, you will have $800,
which will not only get you past your difficult time, but give you a
bit of a cushion to fall back on" I could see her head give a tiny
shake "no" but I continued. "Since you don't want this gift, and
since you don't like the idea of selling kisses to me, I think that
the only thing else that I could do is..."
I looked her straight in the eyes. "I will purchase all the clothes
you are wearing right now. For the $600 on the table. Right now.
Take it or leave it."
It took a couple of seconds for the words to sink in. She looked at
me, shocked.
I could see the wheels spinning in her head. I wasn't asking for a
kiss, or for any sexual favors. But she'd have to be nude with me.
Did she think she could do that?
I saw her head nod slightly, and I knew that I had her. But she
wasn't going to make it too easy.
"Jim, you can't be serious." She looked at me, and knew that I was
serious. "I cannot undress in front of you!"
"Bobbie, I don't want to lend you the money. I want to give it to
you. You don't want it as a gift, and you don't want to sell kisses.
I can see your points, and I think that they both have merit.
However, if you want my money, then sell me your clothes. I promise
that I won't think any less of you."
I could see that her will was being beaten down. I decided to press
my advantage.
"The money is on that table. Pick it up and take it as a gift, or as
the sale price for your clothes. It's your choice. If you don't pick
it up, you can look elsewhere for the money. I still want an I-O-U
for the $200, though. I've already given you that money, and I won't
take it back."
She was still thinking it over, but her right hand was subconsciously
playing with one of the bottom buttons on her jump suit. I could see
her answer.
Staring in my eyes, she got up from the love seat and stood up at the
desk. She slowly dropped her left hand and picked up the money.
She then turned and started towards the door.
My heart dropped. She was going to take it as a gift. Time to try to
pick up any dignity that I had left.
"Fine. I had hoped that you'd take it as a gift. Please give me an
I-O-U for the $200 on my desk as you leave."
When she reached the door, she didn't open it. She turned the lock.
"No, I'm not taking it as a gift. I'm going to let you buy my
clothes. But the price isn't $600. The price is $800, including the
$200 you already gave me. Deal?"
My heart stopped. She wanted in her own terms. I don't generally
like dickering over a price, but I knew that I wanted what she was
offering.
"Deal."
* * *
Bobbie stood there at the door. She realized that she had just sold
her clothes to her co-worker.
Her hand started to fumble with her top button, and I said, "Wait!"
She froze, looking at me. Was this a sudden reprieve, or was I going
to change the deal?
"You've taken the $800, right?"
"Yes," she answered, unsure of my point.
"So, as of right now, those clothes are mine, right?"
"Um..." she paused. "I guess so..."
"Then I want to be the one that removes them. After all, they are
mine now, to do whatever I please with them."
She was unsure of herself now. Would she let me take them off her?
"Umm..." she was wavering again.
"C'mon. I offered you $600. You asked for $800. You can at least
allow me to take them off myself, Bobbie."
"Oh. All right," she said slowly. She thought to herself. "First...
I need to stop at my desk. I want to put this money in my purse,
and... you know, get the rest of my stuff ready to go. OK?"
She was asking permission. I liked this.
"Fine. I need to go to the bathroom myself. Let's meet back here in
five minutes." I glanced up at the clock above her. "Let's say, 4:55
by this clock."
She unlocked the door and hurried to her cubicle. I walked down the
hall to the men's room. About thirty seconds later, I heard the door
to the women's room close. That must be Bobbie. I grinned to myself.
She was going to make sure that everything was presentable!
I flushed the urinal, and walked slowly back to Don's office. Bobbie
wasn't in her cubicle, and she hadn't come out of the lavatory.
I entered Don's office, closed the door, and sat on the love seat.
And waited.
At 4:55, exactly, I heard the door knob turn. It was Bobbie. She
entered quietly, put her purse next to the love seat, and locked the
door.
She stared at me in the love seat. "Um, Jim. I'm not sure that I can
go through with this."
I cut her off. "C'mon, Bobbie. A deal's a deal. But I can see you
might be nervous. Shit, I'm nervous as hell as well. But wait, I
have an idea."
I got up, walked around Bobbie, unlocked the door, and left. I went
to my cubicle, and got out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that I had
received as a Christmas present a few months ago. I found a couple of
paper cups in my office, and returned to Don's office, locking it as I
came in.
"This should calm down your nerves, Bobbie. Want some?"
She looked at the bottle, hesitated, and then nodded.
I dug into my pocket and retrieved my keys. I had a small Swiss army
knife on the key ring, and flipped out the cork screw. After about a
minute, I had the wine uncorked, and poured about five ounces in each
of the cups.
"Jim... maybe a little more for me?" she asked.
I poured each of us another three ounces, and handed her one cup.
She took the cup, and swigged it down.
"A little more, Jim?"
I was a bit surprised. I had never seen her drink so quickly before,
and never more than a single drink. I poured her some more, about
five ounces, and looked at her. She nodded for me to add more. I
poured a total of eight ounces, and handed it to her. She swigged
that one down, as well. I decided not to offer her any more; I wasn't
trying to get her drunk!
I sipped my glass and laid it on Don's desk.
It looked like she was going to ask for another glass of wine, and I
decided that she was probably just trying to postpone the inevitable.
"Bobbie, if you drink any more, you will be in some sorry condition
when you come home to Henry tonight."
The mention of her husband's name caused her to jerk herself. She
realized that I was right.
"OK... but..." she was looking around for something else to stall her
disrobing.
I started to reach for the top button of her jump suit, and she
stepped back, falling into the love seat behind her.
I sat next to her. "You want me to wait, Bobbie?" I asked.
She nodded.
I leaned over toward her, and kissed her softly on the lips, just as
she had done to me earlier that day, but without all the vigor she had
put into kissing me earlier.
Instinctively, she returned the kiss, her mouth opening slightly. I
could feel her tongue touching my lips. I opened my lips, and touched
my tongue with hers.
Her breathing started to slow down. Either the kiss or the wine was
calming her down.
I pulled my face away. Her eyes were still closed.
I stood up, facing her. I bent down and put my hands under her arm
pits, pulling her to her feet. She came up, willingly.
I took a deep breath, and started to unbutton her top button. She
didn't pull away, or even open her eyes. Her lips were still in sort
of a pucker from the kiss. I could see her tongue still playing
between her lips.
The next button unfastened, and then the next. Her arms were at her
sides, and a plain white bra was slowly being revealed. I unbuttoned
the final three buttons, down to about her belly button.
Her bra was now revealed, covering her breasts. Her chest rose and
fell with her breathing, and her eyes were still closed. I was
mesmerized by the sight.
After a few seconds, I gently pushed the top of the jump suit off her
shoulders, and it fell down to her waist. I tugged it over her hips,
and pulled it down to the floor. As I pulled each leg, she would
lifted each one up to remove the suit. She was now standing in her
bra, panties, and a pair of sandals. I placed the jump suit carefully
on the love seat.
Her bra fastened in the back, so I turned her around to unhook it. It
took a couple of tries, but I finally got it unclasped. I slowly slid
each strap down her shoulders, her breasts holding up the cups in the
front. I reached around her, and gently cupped each breast, fondling
them gently for about twenty seconds.
Her breathing started getting a bit faster, and I thought I saw a
shiver go through her back.
I pulled the bra cups away from her breasts, and she moved her hands
forward for the straps to follow. I removed the bra, and placed it on
top of the jump suit.
I turned her around. Her eyes were still closed, and her breathing
was getting slower again. I put my hands on her backside.
[Continued in Part 2]
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