Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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"What the fuck is this?" I screamed as I shook the notice at him. "Danny how come you haven't paid the rent. It says we owe five thousand dollars. That's five months of rent. What the fuck have you been doing? I'm working two waitress jobs and I know you've been roofing all summer. We should be flush with cash!"
"We are Missy, we are." He replied defiantly.
"Then why haven't you paid the rent? What the fuck is going on?"
I haven't paid the rent because we don't have to. You can ignore that notice, nothin's gonna happen. I promise." He reached up and tried to touch my cheek. I pulled away. Sometimes this would work to calm me and then we end up in bed screwing our brains out. But not this time. I was TOO angry!
"Seriously, that little pencil dick of a landlord aint gonna do anything. He a little mouse. He's here all the time, mowing the lawn, clipping the bushes. And he cant keep his eyes off you when you're home. I see him staring at your ass. If he makes a fuss just bat your eyes at him, give him a wink and flash a little boob. He'll probably run home and squirt. We're good. I promise. He aint gonna do nothin."
"Then why did he send us a Late Rent Notice? Smart ass. Of course, he's gonna do something. He's gonna kick us out. This a great place. A little cottage out in the woods, away from people, no neighbors, no bullshit. This is paradise and you're gonna fuck it up.
"That little shit aint gonna do nothin. He's 70 if he's a day and a strong wind could blow him away. He's a panzy."
"I don't know, I think you're playing with fire. He's tougher than he looks. I saw him tear out a small tree with his bare hands, last month. And he's a quiet one. Those are the ones you got watch out for. I know, it's the benefit of waiting on tables, I get to see all kinds. If we've got the money, we should pay him and say sorry. I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to look him in the face ever again. This isn't how I was raised."
"Fuck that, he's not gonna do shit."
"You got it all figured out do you. This notice says legal action will follow. That means eviction, I don't want to get evicted! You're gonna make us homeless. Is that what you want Mr. Smartypants? You're playing with fire. You're an asshole...!" I had to slow down. I was getting too worked up. I needed to make sure this wasn't going to get my juices flowing or I would fall for Danny's bullshit and jump his bones. "I'm calling Mr. Bauer and apologize. I'll tell him we'll pay up. We've got the money, right? You said we're flush, how much do we have?"
"No fucking way, you're not calling him. Screw him!"
Danny was furious, but I read something else in his face. "Wait! What are you telling me, what are you NOT saying? Do we have the money or not?"
"No, no we don't! How do you think we paid for that trip to the Coast?" You said you had a good time, am I right?"
"Don't put this on me, you asshole. I wouldn't have agreed to go if I'd known you hadn't covered the bills. Besides the trip didn't cost anywhere near five grand. Where's the money, where the fuck is the money?"
"I kind of spent it, well not really, I kind of lost it at the casino. Those dealers are cheats."
"Sure, it's everyone else's fault. You're a child, grow up, this shit has consequences."
"I don't see it, the worst that's gonna happen is we move. There's other houses out there."
"Fuck off, I'm calling Mr. Bauer. I'm gonna lay it out and hope he understands. I guess I'll have to take on more shifts. I'm not moving. I like it here. But you, you might be done, I've had it, you might just be out on your ass."
"Ah come on babe, lets go to bed, we'll work this out. Come on."
God, how I wanted to fuck, he had a point. When he got me this angry I was horny as hell. What is wrong with me? The angrier I get the hornier I get. I wanted to fuck, I just didn't want to fuck him. My panties were soaking, my nipples were hard and the muscles in my thighs were quivering. I was so hot and I needed sex.
"I know you want it. I'll go down on you. Lick you pussy until you cant stand it, then I'll rim you. I know you like that. Remember the last time, you squirted so much you almost drowned me. Come on babe, I'll stick my tongue deep into your ass. You know you want it, I know you want it. You're squirming like a kid needin to pee. You can even pee on me."
"You're fucking right I want it, but not from you."
"Don't you want your little Mexicano. At that he ripped open his shirt and and pushed out his chest, emblazoned with a tattoo of the Mexican flag.
"I need a man, not a weasel. Maybe I should go to a biker bar. Get some real dick, not your little burrito. I'll admit you're pretty good with that tongue but there's more. LOTS more! You're a shithead."
"Who the fuck is that?" Danny yelled as a set of headlights swept past our kitchen window. Crunching gravel signalled a car was pulling into the driveway. Although it was only 8 PM, the winter night was jet black and the high-tech blue lights cut through the inkiness with laser intensity.
I pulled aside the curtain and watched as three men stepped from a Mercedes SUV. Two of the men were huge and dressed entirely in black. The man that stepped from the front passenger seat was smaller but carried himself with confidence. His walk was familiar, but I couldn't make out his face. The driver clicked a key fob and the headlights turned off. I was now night blind and couldn't make out anything more than rough shapes.
"Holy shit, it's old man Bauer," yelled Danny. "Who the fuck does he have with him?" There was an uneasiness in his voice.
Anxiety replaced my horniness. I was frozen in place when a loud knock got me moving toward the door. "Just a minute," I called out nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny stand up. Chest puffed out, attempting to look masculine but appearing as pathetic as banty rooster.
Mr. Bauer stood there dressed in a gray suit and a red tie. He looked distinguished and in charge. Not at all how Danny had described him just moments ago. And not anything I'd ever seen him like before. Every time he came around the property, he wore cargo shorts, work boots and camo t-shirts. It got to be that I thoughts those were the only clothes he owned. But now, wow! They say the clothes make a man, never have truer words been spoken. Without saying a word, you knew Mr. Bauer OWNED the room. Although almost four decades older than me I felt drawn to him. Right then and there I wanted him like I've never wanted another man. He might be older but I'm sure his dick worked, and he knew how to use it. I almost came right there on the spot.
"May we come in?" The question was rhetorical, there was no way I could refuse him. I nodded my headed dumbly, not trusting my voice.
His companions entered the room about one second behind him. They were huge and black. Not just dressed in black, but their skin was black and shiny as crude oil. They were also huge. The one on his right stood a tad over six foot. His hair was a wild collection of deadlocks and his, was stretched across a 50-inch chest. There was a yellow X and green triangles embroidered above his left pectoral muscle. It was a flag of some kind. I've seen that somewhere but couldn't recall. Some where in the Caribbean. The other man was thinner but not by much and almost a foot taller. He wore his hair was in small tight braids, not corn rows but similar. Something like you might see in National Geographic. His polo shirt had some type of tribal logo embroidered on it. Neither man said a word, but they exuded an aura of menace. Definitely no one to fuck with.
"Mr. Bauer...Mr. Bauer we were just talking about you," squeaked Danny. "Wasn't that right Missy?"
"Mr. Bauer, I want to apol...apolo...apologize," I stammered.
"I see you got my letter," he said as he picked up the document from the kitchen table.
"I'm really really sorry, I truly am, please don't throw us out. Please." My emotions were running amok. I wanted to fuck this man and would even fuck his buddies if it meant I could stay in the little cottage. I loved it here. But I was mad at myself for sounding so pathetic, so weak. I wanted to sound strong, sound confidant. I also hated Danny more than I ever thought possible, for putting me in this spot. Me, not us, because I knew after tonight there would be no more us.
