Rent Pt 01

"Wait, I won't have a lease?"

She looked at me like I had three heads with her bright blue eyes, only a moment ago smiling and sparkling, but I wasn't kidding.

Shaking my head, I leaned back in my chair, "no, it's a room, not an apartment," I explained to a lopsided frown of thick, sculpted blonde eyebrows. "There's a rental agreement that I give tenants where you have legal rights that I have to uphold, way better than most rooming houses will do, but no actual lease. That's not required for a room in Ontario."

"Oh, huh, I see..." the pert pink lips pursed, twisting slightly to the side. I'd been trying to figure out if she was a natural blonde, the undercut shaved showing the darker roots, but the sandy blonde of her long, punky haircut still dark enough that it might be real.

"Listen, I don't want you to agree to this and then end up feeling like I'm being unfair later. I'd rather you check it out for yourself and let me know if you're interested after." I wasn't kidding. I'd been doing this for five years, and not once had it been better in any way to rent to someone that wasn't clear on how I ran my house.

She twisted in the easy chair in front of me, looking around the room. She was twenty-three, beautiful with a petite body that had some dangerous curves, still in school, working full time, but looking to be out on her own while she finished up her degree. "But the place might rent in that time," she asked in her lightly accented northern-Ontario drawl.

I nodded, "it's definitely a possibility. I haven't had a room go unfilled for more than a couple of months since my first year renting, but I think you'll be okay to take a day." It was as much the neighbourhood as the price. I usually had two people renting along with my buddy Pete, who'd been renting a room since day one. Right now, it was just me and Pete after the last two guys who'd been in the rooms decided to get married and get their own place, and I was slow-playing the second room to make sure the first tenant was a good fit before I added a fourth person to the house again.

She smiled, taking the rental contract and looking at it. "You're happy to have me get this looked at too? Most landlords are pressuring me to sign illegal shit the second I come in the door."

I shrugged. "It's my house, and it runs better if everyone knows their rules, y'know?"

I'd inherited the place at twenty-six after my folks passed in a car crash. They'd left my younger brother a bit of money since he'd moved out west, and me the house and just enough to get by a little while. Almost six years later, it had seen me through by renting the three spare rooms.

Pete and I were on the second floor, and the two upstairs rooms with their shared bathroom had last been rented by Sam and Henry. It had sort of worked out accidentally that way with them coming in as previous female tenants left. They'd decided to move in together recently, and the wedding invite was on the fridge.

Most folks stayed a year, maybe two, so I put a lot of value on the interview and making sure they understood the house rules. This girl seemed to be pretty straight up and down. She seemed nice and I had a good feeling about her.

I leaned forward a bit, smiling congenially, and held my hands out, elbows on my spread knees.

"Listen... it's Violet, right?" She nodded and confirmed that I'd gotten her name right, "okay, Violet," I smiled again as I said her name. "You're my last interview of the day, and tomorrow's Sunday. One interview was a hard no, the other a maybe, and I have two rooms to rent on the third floor that share a bathroom that you liked."

She nodded, "okay?"

I went on. "I'm gonna relax and have a couple beers with friends tonight and sleep in. You take your time, cross the I's, dot the T's as they say, and let me know if you want to apply by tomorrow night. Monday, I have four people scheduled, and if you want it and your references and stuff are good, I'll prioritize renting to another woman to help make you feel safe. If not, no worries, I wish you luck. Just let me know by tomorrow at six."

She thought on it for a minute and stood up. "That sounds good. The price really is good, and I like it a lot too."

I stood to walk her to the door, "that's great! I hope that the agreement is to your liking and that we talk soon, then. I just want to make sure the folks that live here are safe and happy and that the cheques clear so I can keep this place up."

I watched Violet walk down the steps of my house, a nice petite bubble butt rolling back and forth in her jeans, and waved with a big smile as she turned back to smile at me. "By six, right?"

"That's right," and she trotted away.

Behind me, Pete, all six two and two-forty of him rolled out of the kitchen. He's a big guy, not fat, but muscular with a thick layer of padding like a linebacker. "Danny, dude, she's cute, why didn't you offer her the room?"

Shaking my head, I closed the door and nudged him in the ribs, "because I'm not renting just for cute, man, I need to cover the expenses. Neither of us want to live with a thief or a psycho or someone who can't pay."

He laughed, bits of the peanut butter sandwich he'd eaten in his teeth, "yeah, that's just your girlfriends, bro!"

Annoyingly, he was probably right. I'd had a bad run with the ladies recently... if you could stretch the meaning of 'recent' to the last four years. My current girlfriend, Zoey, was probably the least crazy of the bunch, but she definitely showed up deeper on the hot-crazy scale than I'd like to admit.

"Don't remind me, Petey. Don't remind me."

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I got the house when my parents passed, and my brother, Randall, most of the cash. He'd moved out west to finish school and had turned into a cowboy scientist, frakking the shit out of things and constantly angry at the First Nations folks for getting between him and a payday, a real piece of shit, if I'm being honest.

Me, well, I'd probably come out of things a bit better than him with the house. Toronto real estate is insane, and I'd sell the place for a mint one day. In the meantime though, my mom had thanked me for staying close to home through my twenties to take care of my drunk dad by handing me the keys. Nobody wanted to admit it, but dad was at fault for the crash that killed them, blitzed as usual. So at twenty-six, I had a house and a struggling comic shop to manage on top of my parents' deaths.

It had been Pete who gave me the idea to rent. He'd needed a place, not making enough to go out on his own as a young warehouser, but also unable to spend another day in his mom's house, who'd been taking every dime of his paycheque for years. I ended up giving up my bachelor apartment, and he and I set up in the house.

I'd quickly realized that a couple more tenants - probably in the big third floor - would pad things out well. With Pete's rent and two more, I even started to turn a small profit on the place and built a maintenance fund and nest egg.

It was work, of course, but it worked out, so I was happy with it. A five bedroom house with a bathroom on each floor went a long way.

As I'd hit my thirties, though, it had gotten a little harder. My business was going well, better now that I'd moved to mail order out of the old dining room. Of course, it was 2019, so the future was going to throw a wrench in my works soon enough, as I'd discover.

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Zoey rolled over in her sleep, exposing her big tits to me, and I couldn't help but stop and stare at them, setting my book down on the bulge growing in my lap.

She was around five-four, not thick, but curvy with a round, slappable, ass that I often enjoyed putting a nice red mark on, and of course those tits with her thick nipples on small pink areola. D's, but they were probably the nicest set I'd ever seen, and were likely why we were still together. Zoey didn't do any oral, but man she could titty-fuck and all it took was one drink to turn her into a titty-fucking dick-demon.

I took one in hand, gently massaging the unspoiled twenty-nine-year old flesh, her nipple hot against my palm. Zoey's face was half covered in a curtain of loosely curly chestnut brown locks, her full lips relaxed, tightening into a sleepy 'ooo.' Still asleep, she rolled toward me, broad hips presenting to me as I gently pinched her nipples, my other hand taking her free tit to play.

Zoey and I had met at the pub on a night Pete and I were just out to relax and knock back a couple, and big smile, broad cheeks under green-brown eyes had locked onto me like a meal had been the end of a nearly year-long celibacy.

In bed, bent to her nipple to suck it, letting my teeth rasp against the hardening flesh as she made small, contented sounds of enjoyment, I slid my hand down her gently curved belly to her little thatch of brown pubic hair.

That first night, I'd gone back to her condo with her, staying over the next night too, going wild on each other as we burned through Trojan's at an almost dangerous rate. Fucking was the one thing we truly had. In every other way, she was a pain in the ass Czech princess with a massive checklist of must-haves for her man. Her parents hated me on principal, serious-minded upper-middle class immigrants; they'd brought her to Canada as a little girl and worked multiple jobs to establish themselves. I admired that, but they both saw my shop (which did okay), and my house rental as slacker jobs, no matter how healthy my tax returns were.

I slipped my fingers down between her legs, finding that she was still damp and loose from our earlier session, and my middle and third finger went right up that well-greased snatch with a satisfied 'mmmm' from Zoey, my thumb to her clit. Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned as I began to frig her.

"Naughty boy, ooooo,, let me go back to sleep," Zo protested, pushing at my hand playing with her pussy with both of hers. She loved to play the coy object of lust, right up until I was balls-deep in her, and then she'd morph into a cock-hungry whore. All I had to do was light the smallest spark.

"Like you're not loving this," I teased her, sliding a leg between hers to force her thighs apart as I lifted myself across her, "now c'mon, gimme that pussy and bounce those perfect tits."

Zo frowned, here it came, she really committed to it every time, "I'm not your fucking dicksleeve, Danny."

I flipped her legs up, pressing them to her sides from the underside of her soft thighs so I could watch those bouncy milkers go. I swear to god, the best thing about the relationship was working her up like this to fuck.

"Yeah you are, and you love it," I growled as I sank into her, thrusting hard, her pussy still wet and ready, the grease from the condom she'd forced onto me lining her insides. Zoey's cunt was hot, tight at the front, opening up at the back with a good position and some hard-dick encouragement. She rolled her eyes back as she moaned like a bitch in heat every time I pounded her like that. "Just bounce those hips, I want you fast and filthy."

"Ahhhn! Oh you know how my pussy likes it, fuck me hard, daddy!"

I could do without the 'daddy,' her dad a weirdly possessive patriarch type, but honestly, as I rolled my hips back and forth to slap into her greasy slit while her tits bounced, I could've cared less as she arched her back to get me deep in her and I slid my hands to her upturned ankles so she could work her pussy against me. "Nnn, yess, punch my baby box!"

Goddamn, this was why I stayed with her, and it was stupid, but I couldn't force myself to give her up. I pounded her, on my knees, arching my back deep as I withdrew and slammed forward, the slick heat of Zo's well-worn pussy building me up as she writhed beneath me, creaming all over my cock and pelvis as she began to crest her orgasm.

I was getting there too, pushing back onto my feet and levering myself into her with hard, pistoning strokes to make her yelp and moan like that bitch in heat I'd first taken home and fucked til her neighbours pounded on the walls.

"Uhhn! Uhhn guhh," Zoey grunted each time I slammed balls deep into her and my sack slapped between her spread cheeks against her little asshole. "Uhhhaaaaaaa," she finally came, wailing as I power fucked every entitled bitch inch of her body.

Zoey's eyes bulged as she popped, her belly going tight as she stretched out beneath me as if her body was running from the spasms of pleasure, and with another good thrust, she began to shake, her core collapsing and tightening rhythmically, milking my cock with powerful contractions. "Ahh, ahh, that's it, Zo, thaaats iiiiit," I came, pumping hard into her and holding as my balls tightened and I burst a fat baby-maker wad into her.

Zoey's eyes went wide with rage as my hot spunk splattered against her cervix and began to well out of her around my swollen shaft as I came, pumping myself hard against her. "Oh you mother-fucker," she screeched as I grabbed her knees and pushed them back into the bed so she couldn't get away from me as I emptied myself into her. She hated when I came inside.

I was board-straight across her thighs and butt, my weight driving my cock right down to her deepest points as I gasped and a third spasms rocked through me, painting her pussy with my cum. "Fucking dick, you fucking mother fucking asshole, Danny!"

Exhausted, I rolled off of her, my cock slipping out with a satisfying pop, and Zoey unfolded, sitting up to stare between her legs as the cummy mess of her box. "Goddammit, fuck!" She slapped my belly hard and began to beat at my chest with her small fists, balled up with her thumbs on the inside as she cursed at me.

"Fuck, stop," I grabbed her arms and pushed her to her back again as she began to kick at me, "you're on the pill, would you relax?"

I let go of her and sat back as she began to breathe again, still pissed as hell. "The fuck is with you and cumming in me," and she slapped me hard across the face.

My right cheek burning, I blinked, and Zoey was in my lap, slapping me again as she dripped my cum across my thighs, "I should listen to my parents and dump your dorky ass," she complained and slapped my chest hard, a stinging heat and pain flaring over my heart. "Your stupid comic books and this house with fucking randoms wandering through..." she was launching into the tirade she always did about my shortcomings.

"Fuck sakes, Zo, you're such a snobby bitch, I make a good living this way, why can't that be enough? Why do I have to fit this stupid checklist of yours?"

Zoey stood up and flicked on the lights, grabbing some tissues to clean up before she threw her clothes on.

"You know what, Danny," she raged at me. "I'm fucking someone else, and we're done."

"I hope he's a shitty investment banker that fills your checklist perfectly and you're bored to tears with, you dirty skank," I shot back.

Zoey stormed out, slamming every door she could, and Pete looked out of his room sleepily as I walked slowly back up the stairs. "I know you don't wanna hear this, bud, but maybe this one's for the best?"

He was right. I knew he was right. I'd told him more than once that I'd leave Zo in the dust if it weren't for the great sex. I just couldn't force myself to quit her. I fixed his ruddy face and wild bed head hair with a tired look. He was about the only person on earth I could stomach hearing something like that from. "You're right on both points, Petey."

He nodded. "G'night Danny. Breakfast's on me tomorrow," and closed his door.

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Pete and I were at the greasy diner a ten minute walk from the house that we'd favoured for weekend hangover meals since we were teenagers cutting up on the weekends when the text came through from Violet.

'Hi Dan, it's Violet! If it's still available, I'd like to take the room. Where can I send the application and documents?'

I held up my phone to Pete and he thumbs-upped over his sunnyside ups and potatoes. I replied back to her with my email for the house business, and copy-pasted the details into the text. 'Sounds great! I'll process this all first thing tomorrow if you get it over today,' I responded. 'We should be set by Wednesday.'

I got a thumbs up back and a little gif of a kids animated version of Violet jumping for joy.

"Nice, that chick is a super-cute man," Pete commented.

"Not about cute, buddy. It's about a responsible roommate who pays," I reminded him.

He shrugged. "It can be both."

Rolling my eyes and shaking my head. I went back to my eggs.

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It was about three weeks later when Violet moved in.

All of her references had been good, her landlord candidly telling me he wished she was the one staying, not her scumbag boyfriend. She'd been a dream, helped out, liked by the neighbours, knew her responsibilities and made sure she met them.

Her credit was fine, not great, but at twenty-three most folks didn't have a particularly notable score, so it was fine with me. Her job looked good, listed as restaurant staff-bartender at a place downtown where she worked three to five nights a week depending on her class schedule.

Basically, she was the perfect tenant for a room rental, as far as I could tell. So, on August first, she became my tenant.

The move-in went fine, Pete and I helped Violet move in along with her hot friend, an hourglass farmer's daughter brunette with a rack you could drown in named Eva. Pete tried, but he could barely take his eyes off the girls. Eva jiggled with every step and clearly knew the effect she had on men, and torturing him in her cutoff shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt over a form-fitting yoga top as she bent and stretched and generally made Pete blush as he tried to keep his eyes downcast and she smiled at every burst of red and stuttering.

For her own part, Violet looked incredible. She was only five-two, maybe three, with a slender body, but a surprisingly perky and round bubble butt that I couldn't help but steal glances at as we ran up and down stairs with boxes and parts of her bed or dresser. The orbs of her cheeks worked hard as her flared hips swung in her waist, and I had to remind myself that this girl in the pink shorts was my tenant.

She'd turned to me at one point as we put her heavy headboard in place. Both of us were bent over, and Violet's big eyes flashed, her blonde bangs stuck with sweat to her rosy freckles cheeks, and caught me watching her breasts straining heavily at the bra she wore, visible through the neck of her tied-off tee. I apologized, turning away as they bounced and she stood quickly, "ah, sorry, sorry."

"What," she'd asked innocently, looked down and laughed, "ohmigod, haha, no, it's okay."

Ashamedly, I headed toward the door of her room, "still, I'm sorry," I insisted, not looking at her. "I should give you the keys for the front door and your room."

I fumbled in my pockets for her keys, pulling them out, holding them out to her, insistently holding my gaze to her eyes, and avoiding the bit of tight cleavage her shirt showed off with all my willpower. Violet accepted the keys, "thanks Dan. It makes me feel safe knowing that you're the kind of guy who apologizes when he catches an accidental peek."

I smiled, embarrassed and tired, "I really am sorry, I didn't mean-"

She touched my hand and returned the smile. "I know, it's okay."

The rest of the move-in went without any other issues, and though I did notice Violet throwing a lot of smiles my way. I couldn't help but appreciate her body when I did catch a peek, but I was a lot more careful.

She was lithe, small, but not skinny. I could see a soft, flat, belly when she lifted things to a high shelf. Her arms and legs were thin like the rest of her, but had that softness to them, healthy and in-shape, but not carved. I tried to put her attractiveness out of my mind, the cute, slightly elfin face flashing smiles at me every time we passed in the hall or dropped off boxes in her room.