There are some who will say this has all been said before, but I certainly had fun writing it.
Jackson sat at his computer searching the list of real estate sales. He wasn't interested in buying or selling, he was looking for the right kind of agent who had not had a sale for a long time. An agent who would be desperate.
On the other side of town, Melinda Epstein sat in her office in despair. She had been a real estate agent for a year and had not sold a single property. This was her fourth career since graduating college. She wanted to be a teacher and quit after several years. The principal had moved her between different grade levels but none of that worked and she finally realized she hated kids of all ages. She was an administrative assistant for less than a year at a construction company but could not handle all the men hitting on her. Her husband was happy when she quit that job. The worst part about quitting this job was how kind and supportive her husband would be. He would console her, remind her that he made enough money that she didn't have to work, and she would have to restrain herself from punching him in the face. He did not understand that she wanted to be successful.
As she sat in her office chair, ruminating on her fate in life and staring at the clock, her telephone rang.
"Epstein Real Estate Agency, Melinda speaking."
"Good afternoon, my name is Jackson Jones. My company owns several apartment complexes in your area, and we are looking to sell some of them to consolidate in other areas. Would you be available to represent us."
"Yes, I would, can you give me some more details."
"The name of my company is Blocks, Buildings and Condos. We started out buying condos and subletting them several years ago. Then we moved into buying apartment buildings with some renovation work. Now we're more interested in consolidating our holdings in small areas, that's where blocks come in. When we own the whole block, we need less people to manage the properties and we have more control of the current rental pricing. So, I have a few apartment buildings in your area that I would like to sell and there are others I would like to buy. Would you be able to handle that kind of workload."
"I am sure I can make it work. Can you give me the addresses of the buildings you want to sell, and I can start working up some comps."
"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. Let's do one building and see how well we work together. I'll agree to pay the full commission on the first building but if that works well, and you take over our full portfolio I will be expecting you to reduce your commission on future properties to 4%. If that is acceptable, the first building is located at 1241 Fourth Avenue. It's a six-unit building but we've been using one unit as an office. When do you think we could do a walkthrough, maybe tomorrow morning?"
"Let me check my calendar. Hmm, I do have something in the morning but I'm sure I can move it. How does 9:00 sound?"
"Perfect," he said.
Melinda started looking at comps in the area and quickly realized the building, if in decent shape, could easily sell for a million dollars, maybe more. The thought of showing her husband a $60,000 commission brought a smile to her face.
Jackson and Melinda both sat back in their office chairs with big smiles on their faces, but for different reasons.
Over dinner, Melinda rattled on to her husband about her good luck. Her husband said it sounded too good to be true which meant it probably was. It escalated into an argument, Melinda complaining her husband wasn't being supportive and why couldn't he just be happy for her. Her husband was complaining he did not want to see her hurt again like with the construction office.
After her husband went to work in the morning, Melinda showered, shaved her legs and her pussy. She always felt more confident when she felt sexy, and a bald pussy always made her feel sexy. Besides, maybe there would be some makeup sex tonight when she showed her husband the freshly signed contract.
Choosing what to wear was more difficult. She'd love to have something sexy on for her husband that night but didn't want to look like some bimbo for Mr. Jones.
She chose a sexy lingerie set her husband loved, thigh high stockings, white lace thong panties and a matching white lace bra. The bra was very thin, and Melinda was worried that her nipples would pop through, especially if she was hit with a cold draft. Melinda settled on a white dress, not too short but she would still be showing off a lot of leg. Maybe showing Mr. Epstein a little leg may help seal the deal. Her six-inch heels finished her ensemble. Just in time, she entered her white Lexus. White lingerie, white dress, white shoes and a white car mused Melinda as she drove. She felt sexy and confident.
Melinda was very pleased when she pulled up in front of a beautiful old building in a gentrified neighborhood. She doubled her original estimate to two million and pictures of a $120,000 commission check danced before her eyes.
She entered the building and was greeted by a beautiful blond receptionist with some of the biggest boobs she had ever seen. The receptionist introduced herself as DeeDee and Melinda couldn't help connecting that to her bust size. Melinda was offered a chair while DeeDee hunted down Mr. Jones who was somewhere in the building. Shortly later, a very well dressed, very large and very black man walked into the room and introduced himself as Mr. Jones. He escorted Melinda into his office.
"Let's keep the door open, makes things look better," Jackson said.
The office was impressive. So far, the interior was as impressive as the exterior. The walls of the office contained a bunch of football paraphernalia along with a couple of degrees. They sat in armchairs on opposite sides of a coffee table. Melinda was struggling to keep her dressed from riding up.
"Can I get you a drink, coffee or water?"
"A bottle of water would be nice, that you."
Jackson handed Melinda a bottle of watermelon infused water.
"I hope that's okay. I thought we had some plain water, but that infused stuff is all DeeDee drinks, so we always have it on hand. This was originally a two-bedroom apartment we began using as an office but only for the short term."
"The building looks impressive from the outside and from what I've seen so far, the interior looks just as nice."
"It's a grand old building, the first one I bought. This neighborhood was just beginning to turn around and I got it for a very good price. People complain about gentrification, but it has served me well. This is the only building I own within 20 miles of here and I don't see the prices going up much further. There's an empty apartment I would like to show you too. Unfortunately, that one's on the fourth floor. And then there's the basement. Not much down there but it gives you a good idea about the fine construction of the building."
Jackson asked if she wanted another bottle and Melinda realized she had almost finished the bottle. She politely said no.
"Before you ask, yes, I did use to play football but not for very long. I could do a lot of things right, but I wasn't very fast and fast is the name of the game these days. Most of this stuff is really from my friends who were fast enough. My wife threatened to divorce me if I brought one more football memento into the house."
Melinda's mind started to wander as Jackson was talking about football. Her mind wandered to an interracial porn movie her husband brought home one night. Generally, she didn't' mind watching porn, but she could not believe he would think that she would like something like that. It turned into a big fight. She remembered the size of the penises on the men and assumed they were all fake. And how could any woman fit those things into their vagina's. Jackson did look like the guys in the movie, big strong and good looking. She wondered if he had a big penis. Then she heard him say...
"The most important thing is we find that level of agreement. I'm certainly interested in your suggestions which I consider very important, but once I make up my mind, that's the end of the debate. Afterall, it's my money and I will be the one hurt if I make the wrong decision. Can you live with that Mrs. Epstein, can you be agreeable?"
"Oh yes, I am very agreeable. After all, the customer is always right."
