This is my first time writing one of these, hope you enjoy and please constructive comments only
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"Fucking hell." Vernon says as he walks up the front steps of his old trailer.
The elderly man's clothes were soaked from a mixture of sweat and water.
Cccrrkkkk
The door to his trailer squeaks as he opens it and heads right for the fridge grabbing a beer and the last of his donuts. He goes and sits on his couch, placing his walkie-talkie on the table next to him as he thinks back on the tough Monday at work.
The old man works as a repairman for an upscale condo complex in a suburb of Chicago. May had been hot, especially that day, hitting a high of 33°C (91°F)! He had worked outside for much of the afternoon, fixing a broken sprinkler system. He had gotten hit by water on more than one occasion to the amusement of the occupants.
He took a bite of the donut, the crumbs falling onto his stomach. His once proud physique has succumbed to age, food and beer. He was by no means obese, but his beer belly and general flabbiness of his limbs meant he was for sure fat.
Vernon thinks back to the stub he once was, 6 foot 2, 200 pounds of muscle. A college football player back when they weren't pussies. He now looks at himself in his blank phone screen, the wrinkles that cover his face hiding what was once a strong jaw line, his bald head where once laid beautiful brown locks, and lastly his flabby chest devoid of the muscle he once had.
He lies back and thinks about the faithful day, 3 days after graduating, he jumped in his car and drove. It should have been his wedding day but instead he turned onto the freeway and never looked back. He didn't know where he was going, he just drove.
It wasn't until his tank was almost empty that he even thought of stopping for gas. As he pulled into this small town just outside of Chicago, he realized just how long he had been driving for. While passing through town he saw a sign for help wanted from a brand new condo complex.
They needed a repairman ASAP, and were willing to pay well. Vernon talked with the owner and the 2 of them got along very well. He decided to take the job, thinking he'd be there for a bit to get himself on his feet. He chuckles to himself now as it's been 43 years since he took this job.
The owner set him up with a trailer behind the complex so he could be reached at any time. It meant he always had to be ready to work but there could also be days where nothing needs to be done.
There were other perks to the job as well. The complex had its fair share of young women come through and as a young stud he would often have 'repairs' in their rooms.
The owner, Alex, didn't seem to mind his ventures, and in fact Vernon and him became drinking buddies pretty quickly. Over the years he made sure to take care of Vernon, buying him a new trailer every five years, giving him generous raises and advising him to invest in Apple in the early 90's.
Vernon knew he could sell those stocks at any time and retire. But he honestly didn't know what he's do? Go drink at the dive bar just outside town all day probably. The job occupied him and kept him from having aches and pains like a lot of people his age.
Vernon gets a sad feeling now remembering 5 years ago when Alex died. It was a sad day. The business went to his son, Mark, who had just graduated business college and was looking to make this complex more profitable.
He remembers the first meeting Mark had with him. Mark told him he needed to cut 20% of his pay. Vernon laughed at him. Mark told him his job wasn't hard and if he didn't take the cut he'd just get the rest of the employees to fill what little he does. Vernon told him he will take a 2 week vacation and if he still felt that way after then, he'd retire.
2 weeks later he entered Mark's office.
"The front gate is broken, could you please fix it." Mark says without looking up.
"5% raise and an apology." Vernon demands.
"Huh, alright. You're an important part of our team and we need you around here. Happy?" An exhausted Mark says.
"Yup." Vernon says with a smile.
To his credit, Mark was turning a hefty profit on the complex now. He had the place renovated to look more modern and added more amenities. It worked, the place was making him a ton of money. Of course the renovations had been mostly about appearance, as many of the new amenities would oftentimes need repairs from who else but Vernon.
With finally a moment to himself, he finishes off his beer and unlocks his phone. He goes right to safari and starts to search for some porn. He pulls his cock out of his pants, the last vestige of his form stud status, 9 inches flaccid, 11.5 hard, although he usually rounded to an even foot, and girthy to boot. Even in his advanced age he could still get a good hardon when he wanted to.
He sat back and watched on his phone as the young blonde got railed, her big tits bouncing up and down.
"Hey Vernon, we need you to look at a light fixture in room 208." His boss says through the walkie-talkie.
"Huh." He sighs and grabs the device. "Ya I'll be there in a moment."
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Courtney had just arrived in the suburb of Chicago having grown up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. She had recently been signed by a modeling agency who relocated her there. It was pretty clear why the modeling agency had chosen her.
23 years old, 5 foot 8 with silky smooth pale skin, long legs and wavy blonde hair. She had the prettiest face you'd ever seen with crystal blue eyes and plump pink lips. Courtney had a body to match as well, with an ample ass and large, natural 36DD tits on a skinny frame causing every man to strain his eyes looking at her, hell most women too. In any room she was in, she was the hottest.
The agency had just signed a deal with the complex to get rooms on the cheap for new girls. Mark obviously had other reasons to sign this deal beyond money. When he saw Courtney step out of the limo in her white top and jean shorts, he couldn't believe his luck. He was sure he would seduce her.
Courtney had dreamed of this day, to get out of Indiana and start her modeling career. She had always dreamed of going to a big city like Chicago and now she was here. Her father was a lawyer and had paid for her college education, if you can call it that. She went to Indiana university for communications but really only went to party. Plus by her sophomore year, she already had 150,000 followers on instagram. By the end of her college days she was making 50k from donations alone.
Now less than a year after graduating an agency had contacted her. The deal was the biggest initial signing in company history. 5k due at signing, 50k salary and they split any brand deals they found her 50/50. Courtney of course got to keep any donations to her patreon.
She stepped out and looked up at the luxury condo. She had made it.
Mark showed Courtney around the building, showing her the gym, the pool, game room and smoothie shop.
"I spend a lot of time in here." Mark says, showing Courtney the gym. She just rolls her eyes at him, guys are all the same around her. She could see through Mark's fake confidence, not a confidence in who he is but rather a persona he puts on to impress women.
