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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's What A Neighborhood Part 4
Summary: Don's saga with his real estate continues to get more complex,
both with the remodeling and his relationship with his young lovers.  Don's
bookkeeping is taking so much time he hasn't been able to enjoy the finer
things in life.  An older female comes into his life.  Enjoy.

   Keywords: M/f/ff/F con

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   Copyright (c) 2003, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, December 17, 2003

   Story codes: M/f/ff/F con.

   Story intro: Don's saga with his real estate continues to get more
complex, both with the remodeling and his relationship with his young
lovers.  Don's bookkeeping is taking so much time he hasn't been able to
enjoy the finer things in life.  An older female comes into his life. 
Enjoy.

   What A Neighborhood

   Part 4 of 6

   Another Story by

   Jack Spratt

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   Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Part 3.  If you haven't
read Part 3 and the prior parts, this section will not make sense.  Reading
all three parts in order up to this point, will give you the complete
picture.

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   The new apartment building is a beehive of activity.  It's evident the
crews are still working, even though it is past six.  Abe acknowledges me
as he comes out of the main doors pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with trash.

   "Hello Mr.  Parsons.  You are going to be surprised at the difference
we've made."

   Waiting for him to dump the trash into the dumpster, I follow him into
the lobby.  He is right, the difference is mind-boggling.  Gone are the old
worn carpets, they have been removed from the foyer and halls.  The exposed
marble is shining.  The walls have been stripped of numerous layers of
wallpaper and paint.  More marble is now shimmering.  The transformation is
unbelievable.  I can't help but wonder why anyone would cover up the
marble. Two large, commercial steam cleaners and a large buffing machine
have been used for the transformation.  They are presently lined up in the
main foyer, waiting for their next challenge.

   "It took some time to buff the marble due to the layers of dirt and the
glued carpet, but it looks outstanding, now that it is finished."

   "Abe, do you still think I made a bad deal when I bought this complex?"

   "Well, you took a helluva chance, but I have to admit it has potential."

   "How are you doing with Adam's apartment?

   "You'll be surprised."

   The difference is short of amazing.  The drywall has been installed,
taped, plastered and sanded and has the first coat of primer.  All the
wiring for the fixtures is installed, with pigtails hanging out of the
receptacle boxes until the painting is completed.  The kitchen and bathroom
fixtures are gleaming, the water is turned on.  The tile for the kitchen
and bathroom floors has been installed.  The way it is going, it will be
ready by Wednesday.

   "What a difference.  Adam's wife must be really pushing him."

   "You don't want to know.  They'll move in Saturday, even if everything
is not complete.  You have to see the changes in the basement apartments."

   The bachelor apartments that had been gutted now are rewired and new
plumbing has been installed.  The two men that Abe hired must really want
to move.  They are both still working.

   "They still want to rent the units, Mr.  Parsons.  They are hoping you
will be able to let them know what rent you will require.  Their wives are
pushing the hell out of them, like Adam's.  We live in ghetto dumps, where
the only time we see the landlord is on the first to collect the rent. 
This is a way out for all of us.  We have never had an opportunity to live
in something so new.  They want to move as soon as the power and water are
connected in those apartments."

   "Even in the midst of construction?"

   "Yes, their wives figure if they are here complaining it isn't done, and
then their men will work their asses off to get them off their backs."

   Abe has a big grin on his face, imagining their wives driving them to
get the apartments finished.  I can only imagine what they are currently
living in, if an unfinished apartment is actually better.

   "Tell them I'll try and cost a rent tonight.  I should have time.  It
has been so hectic since I started these projects; it's hard to find time
to do the little things.  All the accounting is taking up more and more of
my time.  I am really glad I found you to take care of all the
construction."

   "Not as much as I am.  You are a good man, Mr.  Parsons.  You pay us
well and don't take advantage of us, even if we are poor."

   "I never have and never will.  You've earned every penny I've paid you.
I could not have hired a contractor and been as satisfied as I am with you.
How is your apartment coming on in the other building?"

   "Well, it still needs a lot of work.  My wife keeps reminding me that
she wants to move today!  I can't wait to get out of the apartment each
morning.  The apartment I live in is a dump, but not nearly as bad as
Adam's and the other two families.  Your garage is in better shape than our
buildings."

   "Are they for sale?  Maybe I should put an offer on them?"

   The look on Abe's face is priceless.  I can tell, he really thinks I am
off my rocker.

   "Don't worry Abe; it will be a while before I consider buying another
building.  The goal is to get these two completed inside and out, and fully
rented.  There is still a lot of work to be done."

   I can see the relief flood his face.  We talk about priorities for
tomorrow before I leave for my apartment.  Walking across the street, a
cold wind causes an involuntary shiver in my body.  Winter is on the way.
My mailbox is full of correspondence.  My answering machine is blinking. 
There is a message from Bob Lamb, he has something for me.  It must be the
cash from the wine sale.  I had forgotten about that with everything else
that is happening.

   "Hello Bob, you called?"

   "Yes.  Will you be home this evening?"

   "Yes, as far as I know.  I am hoping to clean up a mess of paper work."

   "Good, I will see you later tonight.  Everything went great with the
wine sale.  You'll be pleased."

   "See you later."

   While eating dinner, I finger through the mail.  There are letters from
the grants people confirming I've been approved, and states the amount of
the first advances.  It'll cover all the expenses so far and keep us going
for two months.  In two months, I hope to have eight apartments ready, plus
the two bachelors in the basement.  Now is as good time as any to calculate
what rent I'll require to make a few bucks, and carry the mortgage and
upkeep.  I can only use twenty-three apartments and the two bachelors in
the basement, because Adam will be paying me the same rent as he is paying
now as part of his superintendent's agreement.  The difference I can use as
a write off for security.  Once the cash starts to flow for the first two
floors, it should be more than enough to carry the building, considering
the deal I got from the city in financing.

   Out of the twelve apartments in this building, I can only consider ten
as rentals.  I haven't decided what to do about the garage in the back.  I
am still considering calling Mr.  Pain and asking him if he is interested.

   During my last cup of coffee, the intercom buzzes.  I will have to ask
Abe if something can be done about the aggravating sound it produces.

   "Yes."

   "Hi Don, its Bob Lamb, can I come up?"

   "Certainly."

   Pushing the button, releases the door in the lobby.  Waiting at the
door, the whirl of the elevator tells me it's moving.  Bob steps out
carrying a rather large beat up suitcase.  By the smile on his face, I can
only assume it is loaded with the cash he mentioned.

   "Come on in, Bob.  I assume the sale went well?"

   "The best, you're going to love this."

   Once inside I usher Bob to the kitchen, where he deposits the suitcase
on the table.  Offering him a coffee, he accepts.  With both of us sitting,
he looks at me and then clicks the dual locks on the suitcase.  Lifting the
lid, the contents exposed are neatly bundled bills in twenties, fifty's and
hundred dollar dominations.  It is the first time I have ever seen this
much cash.

   "Wow.  That is a hellva pile of bills."

   Bob proceeds to dump the suitcase contents on the kitchen table. 
Bundles of neatly banded bills are in piles.  Even with Bob's 10 percent, I
am still left with $324,000.00.  Unbelievable!

   "I still can't believe this is happening.  Would you like more of the
open bottles?"

   "Only, if you don't want them."

   "Shit, I told you I didn't like wine.  Really, I never have and never
will.  Just the smell of it is revolting to me.  Take all you want."

   "Thanks Don.  While I'm at that, do you mind if I take two more cases of
full ones?  I think I have another interested party.  At this rate, all
that precious wine will be disposed of a lot quicker then I imagined."

   "You've gone way beyond my expectations.  This pile of cash is a result
of your salesmanship."

   Following Bob's car to the back building, with my horde of cash in
shopping bags, I can't help but notice the wind has picked up with a biting
chill.  Bob helps himself to two full cases and a case of partials, leaving
only three bottles on the bar.  He excuses himself and leaves.  Unlocking
the safe, I stash the new cash with the results of the first case of wine
Bob sold.  It is quite a nest egg.  Securing the safe, I take a wander
through the garage area.  Looking around the walls reminds me to get a
professional appraiser to give me a value on all the signs and tools.

   Back at the apartment, the paperwork is endless.  I'm going to have to
consider getting a bookkeeper.  With me working full time, there is no way
for me to keep up with thirty-five tenants.  Just maintenance alone will be
more than enough to keep me busy.  It takes nearly an hour to come up with
a rent for the bachelor apartments.  Typing a short letter to Abe, and then
enclosing it with two neatly printed leases in an envelope, I put them on
the edge of the table to give to him in the morning.

   All this extra work has really cut down on my love life.  Shit, for the
last month it is zero.  The girls have greeted me numerous times in the
hall and indicate they are available, but I've been too busy with
paperwork, or just too exhausted, to enjoy their willing company.  This
just adds more fuel to the idea of getting a bookkeeper.  The problem is
who?  I need someone I can trust fully, and that is my dilemma.  The last
person I trusted was my prior girlfriend, who cleaned me out at my last
apartment.  The only bright side of that unfortunate situation is the
changes it made in my life.  I would have never made the move to this
building, if it hadn't been for her underhanded thievery.

   Finished for the night, I've a sudden urge for Chinese.  There is a
fantastic restaurant on Wonderland Road, but they don't have delivery, just
pick up.  Hell, some fresh air won't kill me.  Calling, I order a large
variety of food.  Any leftovers will be dinner for tomorrow.  Driving
across the city at this time of night is a pleasure.  Traffic is light. 
The food is waiting for me when I arrive.  Returning to the Suburban, a
young lady comes towards me.

   "Would you like to have a good time?"

   Her voice is cracking, from the cold or nervousness, I can't tell. 
There is no confidence at all in the words.  She is poorly dressed in
oversized, floral shapeless slacks, a loose red top and an open summer
coat. Her features and coloring tell me she's Asian.  What gets my
attention is the fear in her eyes.  Her demeanor tells me this isn't her
usual vocation.  She or someone has applied her makeup with a trowel,
giving her a look of being rode hard and put away wet a few too many times.
Her redeeming factor is the ill-fitting clothes can't cover up her figure.
She has a gaunt look on her face, like she hasn't eaten in a week.  Could
she be a druggie?

   "I am really reasonable, mister."

   Her voice is one of desperation.  Then she sobs, tears flowing.

   "You really aren't a hooker, are you?"

   Now, the waterworks are really flowing.  One of the few things that gets
to me is a woman crying, any woman.  The other problem is my Chinese food
is getting cold.

   "When did you eat last?"

   Still sobbing, she looks at me, her brown eyes wide with cautious
interest.  She pulls herself together.

   "A real meal?  Two days ago, why?"

   "Well, my Chinese dinner is getting cold, there is plenty of it.  Why
don't you come with me, and tell me all about why you are trying to sell
yourself on the street."

   "Well, I am not so sure."

   "What do you mean not sure; you just offered yourself to me not five
minutes ago.  If I had taken you up on it, we would have had to have gone
somewhere, unless you plan on doing it on the street.  If you want
something to eat, follow me."

   Stark reasoning, and her hunger, overcomes her nervousness.  She
shuffles along behind me.  When I open the passenger door, she looks at me
in surprise, but climbs in.  Her cheap perfume has me nauseous.  Putting
the two large, good smelling bags in the back seat, I drive back to the
apartment building.  The further we travel from the restaurant, the more
frightened she looks.

   "Don't worry; I will drive you home after dinner.  I am not in the habit
of kidnapping would be street walkers."

   "Where are we going?"

   "To my apartment."

   She settles into the seat and relishes the heat, while watching me and
the streets we are traveling, trying to figure her way home.  As we turn
into the building, the main garage door opens and I drive into my private
enclosed area.  The electronics under the dash open the second door as we
approach.  Again, as a gentleman, I open the door for her, and get another
suspicious look.  Gathering the food bags, she follows me towards the
elevator.  Behind us, the garage door closes automatically with a bang,
nearly scaring the shit out of her.

   In the elevator, the sight of her painted with make-up is ridiculous. 
Her exposed skin is flawless, with mouthwatering hue.  Following me from
the elevator to my apartment, through the door to the kitchen, she is
looking around at everything.

   "If you would like to use the washroom to get rid of that ridiculous
makeup, I would really appreciate it.  But please hurry, I am hungry and
the food is getting cold."

   Now, she is really confused, as I lead her to the large bathroom. 
Getting her some towels and a facecloth, I leave and close the door behind
me.  In the kitchen, I cheat and start picking at the food.  Hearing the
shower, I grab a plate and eat.  Twenty minutes later, she appears in one
of my robes, squeaky-clean.  Her long dark, nearly black hair is damp, but
shining.  Her face is radiant.  She is a petit oriental beauty.

   "Grab yourself a plate.  I started without you.  No questions until
after you eat."

   My thoughts of any leftovers fly out the door as the food rapidly
disappears.  The amount she eats confirms she's famished.  As she's
pounding the last rib out of a container, she notices me watching and then,
she blushes in embarrassment.

   "I'm sorry for being such a pig.  I don't even know your name to thank
you.  But, I haven't had a good meal in days.  My job just covers the rent
on my apartment.  I had to do something to get money for groceries."

   Her speech is very precise and educated.  Somewhere in her background,
she has had the benefit of a very good education.  There is no ghetto
accent, just very clear, distinct sentences.  Other than banging the
container for the last rib, her table manners are impeccable.

   "You appear very well educated, how did you get in this situation?"

   "I do have a college degree, but no one will give me a chance.  Everyone
wants experience."

   "And your parents?"

   "Dead."

   The look on my face is one of confusion.  How could she manage a college
degree on her own?  Even the so-called reasonable priced colleges are very
expensive.

   "I won a scholarship for the complete business management course, as
long as I achieved a certain mark level.  It provided me with the tuition,
lodging and an allowance.  I worked in the college cafeteria to get money
for clothes.  Now I have my degree and a job at McDonald's."

   "What is your major?"

   "Economics and Business management, I had the second highest marks in my
class."

   "What have you been applying for?"

   "Comptroller, something in that line."

   "That is like a bookkeeper, isn't it?"

   The look I get is something else.  Like someone told her to eat dirt.

   "Why don't you tell me something about yourself?  I may be able to
help."

   "Why would you help me?  What's in it for you?"

   "Mainly because I can, and there is likely nothing it for me.  Let's
start with your name.  I am Don Parsons."

   "I'm Samantha Wilson; I came to this country from Thailand with my
parents.  They wanted to be free of oppression.  They had a store down
town. Two years ago they were both killed in a blotched holdup.  There was
only twenty three dollars in the till."

   Sam is crying, as the memories of her parents fill her mind.  Offering
her some tissue, she gets herself under control.

   "At eighteen, the authorities left me to fend for myself.  My parents
had used all their money to get our family to America and to buy the
business.  After the funeral expenses, there wasn't much left from the sale
of the store, I'm lucky I had the scholarship."

   This young lady is very intelligent young at twenty and with a degree
but no job.  Maybe, just maybe, she could be the answer to my predicament.

   "I graduated in the spring and have been looking for a position that
will use my education ever since, but have found nothing but serving
hamburgers, and at a very low pay."

   "You have no family?"

   "Only in Thailand, and they can't help.  Everyone is trying to get out."

   "So why did you think becoming a prostitute would be an option?"

   "Yesterday, when I got paid, it all went for rent.  I don't get paid
again for two weeks.  The only thing I have to eat in my apartment is a jar
of peanut butter and a box of crackers."

   "If I could help you get a job, would you give up your desire to be a
street walker?"

   "Don't tease me.  I don't want to sell my body, but I have very few
options besides starving."

   "Tell you what I will do for you . . .  Do you have access to a
telephone?"

   "Yes."

   "Here is my number.  You call me around six tomorrow and I should know
by then.  If you get a job in the meantime, that is fine."

   "You really mean it, don't you?"

   "Of course."

   After dinner, she goes to the bathroom and changes back into her
clothes. They still look shitty, but at least her face is clean and her
hair just glows.  She is still very cautious as we take the elevator to the
garage.  She doesn't seem to relax until we are returning the way we came.

   "Do you want me to drop you off at the restaurant?"

   "That would be great."

   Pulling up to the curb, she has the door open before we come to a full
stop.  It's funny, because she could have actually got a john that taken
her up on her offer.  I have a feeling she is still a virgin and, by now,
that part of her life would have been history.  She is looking at me from
the curb.

   "I will call you tomorrow at six."

   "Keep calling until you get me.  Sometimes, I have to work late."

   "I will."

   "Here is something to get you some groceries."

   Handing her two hundred dollars rolled tightly, she reluctantly accepts
the bills, not able to determine the value.  Slowly pulling away from the
curb, I watch as she unrolls the wad of four fifties.  Her look is one of
astonishment, and then she looks towards the Suburban.

   On the way home, I use the time to contemplate.  Samantha could be the
perfect choice.  She has the tools to be my bookkeeper.  She is alone in
the world and a good job offer would help regain her pride.  Until I open
an office in one of the apartments, she could use the office in the garage.
All that is needed are telephone lines and a source of heat.  If she likes,
she can move into the upstairs bedroom.  Converting the lounge area to a
kitchen/living room would be a breeze.  Abe could have some cupboards
installed in a day.  The only thing that could be a problem is a sink and
drainage.  I am sure with four thousand dollars he could obtain all the
furniture and appliances needed.

   Having myself convinced, the plan will go into motion tomorrow.  I will
talk to Abe when he picks up the leases in the morning.  Just the thought
of Samantha taking over the account burden, gives me a lift.

   Waking up in the morning, I feel better than I have in months.  If all
goes well with Sam, I plan on resuming the company of my young preteen
friends.  Nia and Mia have been after me to come and visit.  Hell, even my
old friend between my legs is acting as if something good is going to
happen.  The door buzzer goes off.  It is Abe.

   "Come on up Abe.  I need to talk to you."

   With a fresh coffee, I wait for Abe to arrive.  The sound of the
elevator stopping and the sound of his feet on the carpet tell me he is at
the door.

   "Abe, I've the leases ready and, if they agree, have both sign.  The
first month's rent will be due on the first of the month after they move
in. It will be my gift to them.  I'm sure their wives will put the extra
money to good use."

   "You are doing a good thing for them Mr.  Parsons.  Nobody has ever
given any of us a break."

   "Abe, I'm going to need a few things done to the office in the garage."

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I'm going to hire a bookkeeper, and that will be the office until we
get a permanent one here in this building.  It will need new lighting
fixtures, a telephone and a fax line.  Have the heating checked.  The
furnace is old, and if need be, order a new one.  Can you convert the
lounge area upstairs to a kitchen/living room combination?  The bedroom is
fine for now."

   "When do you want all that done?"

   "Tomorrow would be great."

   I like doing that to Abe.  His looks are priceless.

   "Actually, I want you to figure out what it will take to do all of that
and let me know tonight.  The person I have in mind hasn't agreed to work
for me yet."

   "She will."

   "How do you know it's a she?"

   "Just a guess."

   "One more thing. . . ."

   "What?"

   "Can you do something about that damn buzzer, it is so annoying."

   "I was wondering how long it would take before you wanted it changed.  I
will install a chime today."

   With the positive feelings I have, the day goes well for a change. 
Arriving home at four, Abe is waiting for me.  He hands me two signed
leases.  Both will be moving in on the weekend.  They managed to get the
first coats of paint on the walls today, and the second will be going on
tomorrow.  All will be done by the weekend.  Adam's apartment is near
completions with only a few things to be done.  He and his wife will move
in as well.  All three plan to help each other by renting one truck for
Saturday.  Abe will be in the doghouse with his wife until he manages to
complete his apartment in this building.  I have a feeling it will be
completed by next Friday.

   Later in the evening, Abe meets me, giving me his estimates for the
renovations in the back garage.  After he leaves, I quickly call Nia and
Mia's apartment.  Ruth works late tonight; both girls will be over at seven
thirty.  Back in the apartment and with a fresh cup of coffee, I review the
estimates for the office in the garage.  With everything done, it comes in
below my imaginary estimate.

   Fortunately, the furnace, although old in years, is like new and only
needs to be cleaned.  Abe is so sure that everything will happen; he has
ordered two phone lines.  The furnace mechanic will also be onsite
tomorrow. The new lights will be installed, plus he will have his two
helpers paint the office area with bright colors.  The new kitchen, living
room and the bedroom will be painted as well.  The cupboards and kitchen
counter have been ordered for delivery tomorrow.  The men will install them
when they arrive.  Appliances will be installed the next day.  Everything
should be completed by the weekend.  I will ask Abe to have his sister
purchase the items to complete the apartment: curtains, some linen for the
bed and bathroom and whatever else she deems to make the apartment a home.
After Samantha moves in, she can order whatever else she needs.  Hell, I am
assuming a lot, she hasn't agreed to anything yet!  Promptly at six, the
telephone rings.

   "Hello, Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Hello Miss Wilson, you are prompt."

   "First, I want to say thank you for what you did for me last night.  You
didn't have to."

   "I could and I did."

   "Did you find something for me?"

   "Well, I did, but it is not a comptroller position.  It is helping a new
company to get started; you would be setting up a complete accounting
system from scratch."

   "What type of business?"

   "Real estate and rentals."

   There is a pause as she tries to envision what I have just offered.  She
is likely trying to balance off what she is making now, which is nothing,
and what this new job would possible pay.

   "The pay to start is eight hundred a week, with the possibility of a
raise in six months."

   Her voice is faint.

   "Eight hundred a week?  That is more than four times what I am making
now."

   "Well, it should be enough to enable you to quit your new career as a
hooker."

   That she doesn't answer.

   "When can I talk to them?"

   "I can pick you up in front of the Chinese Restaurant at four thirty
tomorrow, if you are available."

   "I'll be there.  Do you know when the job will start?"

   "I can let you know tomorrow."

   I feel good after the call.  Samantha is interested, but the salary did
her in.  That weight is off my shoulders, and, thankfully, the girls are
coming soon.  After showering, I make myself a Black Russian and wait.  At
seven fifteen, the new chimes sound.  They are a hellva lot better sounding
than that buzzer.  Both preteen girls are dressed in robes, bound in, and
are on top of me.  I barely have time to close the door.  Both pairs of
hands are caressing my very hard cock.  This is what I really missed.

   Each girl takes a hand and leads me to the bedroom.  We have spent many
an hour enjoying each other.  Both girls lost their cherries on this bed.

   "Don, we have missed you.  You haven't taken us to bed in nearly a
month. Rabina and Lathia are concerned as well.  We all need you."

   "Well, after tomorrow, things should get back to the way they were.  I
missed being between your legs as much as you missed me."

   "What is going to happen tomorrow?"

   "I plan to hire a bookkeeper.  I won't be doing books anymore."

   "Hurrah.  I like that."

   "Tonight, I want to lick you both."

   "We like that, but, which of us will you fuck tonight?"

   "You can decide.  You know I want you both."

   Both young preteens drop their robes before me, shaking their naked
preteen bodies and teasing me.  Grabbing for them, they move out of harm's
way.  Then they climb onto the king sized bed, lie on their backs, and
spread their legs for me.  Both young pussies are hairless; both are puffy
and moist with anticipation.  Appreciating the bouquet from both beautiful
pussies, I bury my face in Nia's first.  No one should be without this
stimulation for any length of time.  She tastes superb.  Moving from her to
Mia, takes me to another exciting taste.  Both sisters taste very similar.
Over the months we have been enjoying each other, I haven't guessed their
individual tastes wrong, even when they try to confuse me.  Both enjoy
being eaten, while having their assholes penetrated by my finger.  Over the
time we have enjoyed together, they have surrendered all their orifices to
me.  I have said thank you to them numerous times with gifts and clothing,
not to buy their favors, but just to watch them enjoy new things they
require for school.  This all started when I first moved to the building as
a tenant.

   Both Nia and Mia are panting from numerous climaxes.  We are all laying
and relaxing, me gazing at their young preteen bodies.  Both show signs of
breast development, with nice suckable titties.  They are talking to each
other.

   "I get you tonight, Don.  Mia lost."

   "You know, I love you both."

   Nia moves beside me and lies on her back, legs spread, arms up and
beckoning me to mount her.  She is so small that my body covers her
totally. Over the months, we have been fucking; her body has come to accept
my tool without effort.  I'm not the biggest in the world, but likely the
horniest.  My cock easily slips into Nia, like it is going to a friendly
home.  Supporting my weight with my arms, Nia's young, supple body gets
right into the swing of things.  Her young pussy is so tight, even after
the numerous times under me.  Tonight, I am ready to cum quickly, as this
is the first time in nearly a month.  The large build up of sperm is
clamoring for release.  It comes in strings.  Gob after gob of cum flows
into her small, willing pussy, and overflowing onto the sheets.  The smell
of fresh sperm permeates the room.  Collapsing, I roll onto my back,
bringing Nia on top of me and my cock still embedded in her.  Cum flows out
of Nia's cunt, coating my balls.  What a mess.

   "Nia, you were great.  Mia, you next time, Okay."

   "I don't want to wait a month, when?"

   "Saturday?"

   "You're on."

   Nia heads for the bathroom and the shower.  Mia helps me remove the
sheets and remake the bed.  I smell sperm.  When the shower ends, I turn on
the washer.  Both girls come to me and give me a kiss, and then leave to
return to their apartment.  With the washer full, I have ten minutes before
it rinses, plenty of time for my shower.

   The next morning I am thinking, if the night before was a good sleep,
last night was heaven.  After the romp with the girls, all the built-up
anxiety was discharged from my body into Nia's willing preteen pussy.  My
cock is tingling for a rematch.  This is more like what my life should be.

   Prior to driving over to pick up Samantha, I order a very large
assortment of Chinese.  If Samantha agrees to stay and eat, this time there
will be leftovers.  Pulling to the curb, Samantha looks like a fashion
model.  She is wearing tailored black slacks and a white lacey blouse.  Her
jacket is of the current style.  Her long hair is in a fashionable ponytail
and flows like liquid.  My old friend between my legs tingles with
appreciation of the change.

   "Wow, what a change Sam.  You look fabulous!"

   "I hope you don't mind, but I used some of the money you gave me to buy
new clothes.  I want to appear my best when I talk with the people about
the opportunity you have arranged."

   "I know he will be impressed.  Please get in.  I have an order to pick
up and hope you will join me for dinner."

   All during the drive back, she attempts to get information about the
principles in the firm where she will be interviewed.  Hell, I hope my
charade doesn't turn her off.  Turning into the apartment building, we
drive to the back.

   "What are we doing here?  You did arrange for a job interview."

   Her voice is cracking again as she seems to be close to tears.  I feel
shitty about the whole thing.  She looks so small and fragile and, after
the difficult times she has had, it seems I have added to her grief.

   "You have the job if you want it.  This will be your office."

   She looks at me, then the building.  The outside appearance doesn't
bring a feeling of confidence, as it looks old and rundown.  Re-furbishing
the outside of this building is at the bottom of my priority list.

   "Please Samantha, before you decide, listen to the proposal.  Follow
me."

   Inside, I'm as surprised as Samantha.  Me, for the changes I haven't
seen before, and for Sam, seeing the difference from the outside of the
building to the new office inside.  Abe has removed and replaced all the
light fixtures.  They flood the area with soft light.  The desk has been
sanded and a fresh coat of urethane has it gleaming.  A new, modern, office
chair with pneumatic adjustments, sits behind it.  A boxed computer sits
beside it waiting to be set up.  Hell, it has me impressed.  The furnace
must be operating, as it's warm and cozy.

   "Samantha, I'm the secret employer.  I need someone to set up the
accounts for my apartment buildings.  You would be starting from scratch.
All my records are stored in large cardboard boxes in my apartment.  Are
you interested?"

   She walks around the room; the odor of fresh paint is still strong.  I
can see she is thinking, wondering if this is a good situation.  I can't
help but admire how well those slacks are molded to her petit body.  She
may be small framed, but everything about her body is in proportion, and so
appealing.  For some reason, my mind is dressing her in fine Victoria's
Secret lingerie.  Her bum cheeks would fit snuggly in my hands.  She is
very desirable.

   "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

   "The look on your face when I mentioned the word bookkeeper wasn't
receptive.  So I wanted to show you, and tell you in person, what I had in
mind."

   "When would you want me to start?"

   "Whenever you want, tomorrow?"

   "I will take it, but on one condition."

   "That is?"

   "I will try it for one month.  If I don't like it, I'll leave, deal?"

   "Good.  You can start tomorrow.  There is something else, if you're
interested."

   "What?"

   "Follow me."

   Climbing the stairs to the second level has me wondering what Abe had
been able to do in the two days.  There is a new door to the lounge area
with a new dead bolt lock, the keys hanging out of it.  The room has been
totally made over.  The walls are painted in a light pink, a new set of
kitchen cupboards line one end of the room.  A fully installed counter is
under them.  Turning on the taps, water flows freely.  A gleaming new
refrigerator and stove sit against one wall and a new microwave oven is on
the counter.  The new light fixture hangs from the ceiling.  What a change!
The bedroom has been painted as well.  The bed is sporting all new linen,
and a vase of fresh flowers is on the bureau.  That is Abe's sister
personal touch.

   "This apartment is part of the job as well, if you want it.  Anything
you need, all you have to do is ask Abe, my foreman, and he will get it. 
So, what do you think?"

   "You are offering me eight hundred a week plus the apartment?"

   "That right."

   Tears fill her eyes as she tries to answer.  My plan is to keep my
relationship with Samantha on a business level only.  Seeing her now, so
venerable, has me wanting to hold and hug her.  She walks over to me, pulls
my head down to her mouth and kisses me.

   "Of course I will take the apartment; it's three times the size of where
I'm living now.  I'm on a month-to-month lease where I am.  It'll be a few
weeks before I can afford to move."

   "Abe and his men will move you this weekend.  His brother and two of my
workmen are moving into the building across the street this weekend, it
will be just another trip for them."

   "I don't know what to say Mr.  Parsons."

   "Nothing is required.  Let's lock up and go eat.  The food is getting
cold."

   During dinner, Sam asks me numerous questions about the position. 
Showing her my filing system, cardboard boxes full of correspondence,
receipts and everything else to do with the buildings, she scowls.  She is
very buoyant when she leaves.  After dropping her off at her apartment, I'm
left with a raging hard on.  None of my young preteens will be up and about
at this time of night.

   My mind is working overtime with the job of gathering all the cartons of
files for Sam and then hauling them to the office.  We will need at least
two more file cabinets.  My next thought is networking my computer in the
apartment with the one in the office.  I'll have to talk to the computer
technician at work.  Opening the entrance door, Rabina greets me on her way
out.  What a pleasant sight.  She is wearing her traditional Indian garb.
Her small breasts push against silky material.  Her lips are coated with a
bright red lip-gloss, accenting her appealing features.  My hardon
re-enforces itself, pushing out against my slacks.  Rabina quickly notes
its interest.

   "Is that for me?  It's been a long time Don."

   "How come you are up so late?"

   "Mom and Dad are out until twelve, and Lathia went to bed early.  I was
just going out looking for something to do.  Do you want something?"

   "Oh, yes, if you're willing."

   "I have been willing for over a month."

   She and her sister, like Nia and Mia, have been very willing
participants in my sex life.  She and her sister gave up their tight
cherries the month they moved into the complex.  We have been enjoying each
other since then.  She quickly disappears into the bedroom.  Me, I slip
into the shower.  Sporting a glorious hardon, I climb onto the bed with
her. Naked, her skin glows, my favorite is girls of color.  Mind you, I
certainly wouldn't turn down any girls, but toned skin really sets me on
fire.  Rabina moves her legs to expose more of her plump pussy.  Her nether
lips are heavy and so kissable.  Both she and her sister have a totally
different taste from Nia and Mia.  Breathing deeply from her bouquet of
pussy juice, I give it a sloppy kiss.  Her elixir flows freely.  Spreading
her labia expose her pink labia minor, coated in her juice.  Sucking the
smaller lips has her wiggling and moaning with pleasure as she climaxes. 
Indicating for her to roll onto her tummy, presents me with her soft bum
cheeks.  Spreading them exposes her dark rimmed rosebud.  Running the tip
of my tongue over it has her lifting her bum upwards for a deeper contact,
memories of taking her anal cherry brings a smile.  Finally, kissing both
cheeks, then her asshole again, I draw myself beside her.

   "I really have missed that Don.  I know Lathia has as well.  We've been
making love to each other, but isn't the same as being with you.  Even when
we are with Nia and Mia loving each other, it isn't the same.  All we do is
talk about you."

   "Well, I've missed all of you.  I've hired a bookkeeper and that should
free up a lot of my time for you girls.  I don't want to lose any of you."

   Fucking Rabina is always a memorable experience.  Her pussy is so tight;
it hasn't seemed to have stretched at all.  It's like taking her preteen
cherry each time.  She feels so soft and willing under me.  I cum heavily
tonight, but it is nowhere near the volume of last night.  It does feel
good to ejaculate deep into Rabina's willing body.  Holding her tight, I
roll onto my back, still embedded.

   "Lathia will not be pleased to find out she missed you.  She has
mentioned numerous times she enjoys sucking you, so do I."

   "Tell her I'll have time for her this weekend."

   "She'll be available."

   This is what I had envisioned after taking over the building.  My dream
tenants all have young preteen daughters to brighten up the building.  Some
would possibly want to get to know me intimately.  However, even if they
didn't show interest, at least they would add their beauty to the scenery.

   **********************************************

   Abe is waiting for me in the garage area when I return from work.  Is
there a problem?

   "What is the problem Abe?"

   "No problem, your new employee has been here since eight this morning.
She has this list of things to buy.  I need your approval."

   This surprises me; Abe usually gets what he needs and then tells me. 
There must be something he is concerned about.  It is mainly stationary
supplies and some major software programs.  The software programs are
expensive.  One item that surprises me is a television.  Also on the list
are two filing cabinets, a secure, fireproof cabinet plus a couple of desk
lamps, with the name and model number.

   "Get her whatever she wants Abe.  If you need a check, just call my
accountant.  I'm hoping to have all the general accounting here within a
couple of weeks."

   "Okay, I have some other supplies to pick up tomorrow."

   When Abe leaves, my curiosity about what Sam is up too in the office
gets the better of me.  I still have all the records.  She seems surprised
when I open the door.

   "Abe told me you spent the day here, just curious."

   "I set up the computer and I'm now connected to the Internet.  I haven't
actually done anything, and won't until I get the software I requested."

   "Abe will get everything you requested tomorrow, including the
television."

   "I was going to talk to you about that.  I could never afford one.  I
can make payments for it, from my wages.  I'm going to be spending a lot of
time here; it will make the time go faster when all the work is done.  At
McDonald's, I worked all the hours I could get.  Here, I will be a stairway
away from my workplace if something comes up."

   "That won't be a problem.  I will bring my records to you tomorrow
morning.  I hope all that software is going to make it easier for me to
know if I'm going to make some money."

   "It will and you have to make money.  That will be part of my job to
make sure."

   Samantha has gotten some confidence back and she looks the better for
it. She is in dire need of a new wardrobe.  Maybe, once she feels
comfortable around me, she will let me help.  Her face shows determination
and a will to succeed.  I think she will be much better at accounting than
as a hooker.

   Returning to my apartment, I call Abe.

   "Abe, I want you to buy two television sets, one large one for the
apartment and a smaller one for the office.  Can you have cable installed
as well?"

   "I will take care of it tomorrow, anything else?"

   "Yes, you might as well get two stereos as well, a good quality one for
the apartment and a compact one for the office."

   "Do you want receipts for entertainment equipment?"

   "Why?"

   "If you have cash, I can get you a real deal."

   "I have cash, you can pick it up in the morning, and I don't want to
know anything about it."

   "You're the boss."

   Early in the morning, before my first coffee, I slip out to the garage
for the cash.  Gathering ten thousand, in various dominations, I am back in
plenty of time before Abe hits the chimes.  With Samantha about to occupy
the office and the apartment, it will make it difficult for me to get to
the safe without tweaking her interest.

   Abe comes and goes.  He has already made a few calls and relieves me of
twenty five hundred.  After mentioning that I was thinking of a network for
the computers, he tells me he will take care of that as well.  That man is
a jack-of-all-trades and has sources for all kinds of items.  I don't think
I want to know too many of the details.

   Returning home that night, there is a black cable with a funny looking
connector near my system and attached to a card in the back of my computer.
Turning on the unit, I am surprised at the results.  There is an icon on
the screen labeled network, clicking it brings me to an accounting program.
I'm logged into Samantha's computer.  There is nothing but the program. 
When she arrives at the office in the morning, I will lug the boxes
containing my accounting records to her.

   I am looking forward to a relaxing weekend, now that my desk is clear.
It will be the first relaxing weekend in too long a time.

   On the weekend, the four moves are completed without too much of a
hassle.  Adam's wife is overjoyed at the space and that everything is new
and works.  When Abe introduces her to me, tears fill her eyes, and then
she hugs me.  Adam is embarrassed.  Both invite me to their house warming,
in about two weeks.  As I leave, Tracy, Adam's wife, is badgering him to
make sure the apartment is completed as quickly as possible.

   "You have no idea what you have done for my brother and his wife.  They
are now talking about having a family.  Raising kids in the shit hole of an
apartment they left, was out of the question."

   "Abe, it's a small thing, and it's actually beneficial to me.  Adam will
be taking care of the building and making sure it is maintained properly.
How are the two others making out?"

   "I haven't seen them so happy.  They have new apartments, apartments
where everything works.  Hell, they will even be warm this winter.  Have
you ever lived in an apartment where there is little or no heat."

   "Fortunately, not."

   "Samantha didn't have much to move.  Everything she had was packed in
boxes.  We were in and out of there in twenty minutes."

   "Good.  I haven't talked to her, but I will.  How is your wife taking
all of this?"

   "Don't ask.  She is really on my back now, knowing that Adam has moved.
She is telling me we should have been first, since I have been working for
you the longest."

   "How close is your apartment to being ready?"

   "Adam has promised to have it ready for next weekend.  They are working
on it now.  Actually, we should have three apartments ready in your
building as well, plus four in Adam's building.  We have been doing the
same thing to each of them.  All are being prepped for paint.  We finished
the floors yesterday, any tenants?"

   "I will have Sam call the ones on the list to see if they are still
interested.  It will be nice to see some people in them, and the rent money
will be welcome."

   *********************** ***********************

   Over the next four weeks, there are many changes.  Abe, and his wife
Sara, moved in the weekend after his brother.  Sam has input all the
invoices into the accounting system.  Each night, rather than worrying
about what is happening, I just go onto the network and review Samantha's
work.  I like it this way a lot better than wondering about how accurate I
really was.

   My weekends are worry free, with no demand on my time to do the books.
Samantha seems happy.  She has talked to a few prospective tenants, two are
close to making commitments, and both have preteen girls.  Her first month
anniversary is this weekend.  She has never mentioned her condition of
employment.  According to Abe, she has a knack for decorating and has
suggested a few minor things that would improve the show ability of the
apartments, at very low cost.  He suggests we furnish a model suite, since
we have three or four apartments ready to rent.  Giving him my approval, he
mentions he will talk to Samantha about decorating it.

   Over the past couple of weeks, I've noticed the girls have been visiting
Samantha at her office on a regular basis, it seems that one or more drop
over after school.  Samantha had mentioned she didn't have many friends; I
assume the girls break up her day and give her someone to talk too.  As far
as I know, she doesn't leave the apartment or office unless she has to go
shopping.  What a waste of a beautiful girl.

   Getting off a bit early on Friday, I drive to Sam's office before going
to my apartment.  Inside, I am surprised that Samantha isn't at her desk.

   "Samantha, are you here?"

   Sounds of someone moving rapidly, comes from her apartment.  She likely
had to go to the powder room.  I'm surprised when Rabina comes running
downstairs.  She is still in her school uniform and has an odd look on her
face.  She has something in her hand, clothing of some type.

   "Hi Don.  I just dropped in to say hello to Samantha.  She will be right
down."

   She quickly departs, still clutching whatever it is in her right hand.
Now, I am curious.  Finally, Samantha comes down to the office.  She has
the guiltiest look on her face.  What could she be guilty about?  She is
wearing the most unappealing clothes ever; her skirt appears three sizes
too large for her small frame.  Something has to be done about her
wardrobe, but will she let me help?  I can't help thinking her lithe body
would look so good in Victoria's Secret lingerie; actually it would look
better in my bed with her legs spread wide.  I wonder if she shaves.

   "Sorry, I wasn't at my desk Mr.  Parsons.  Rabina needed a drink."

   "Not a problem, I just wanted to know if you would be staying."

   "Staying?"

   "Yes.  The first thirty days are up today and you mentioned it would be
a condition of your accepting the job.  Well, I just want to know if you
are staying."

   Her guilty look changes to apprehension.

   "Aren't you satisfied with my work?"

   "I am, but you're the one that set the condition."

   "I love it here.  I love my apartment.  I want to stay."

   "Good, I want you to stay."

   Samantha's face changes to one of joy; she comes over to me and
surprises me by kissing me on the lips.  I must have a shocked look on my
face.  She starts to giggle for no reason.  Her kiss is very soft and
tasty, but something tweaks me.  I can't put my finger on it.  Looking at
her has me wanting to do more than kiss her.  I really want to see and
enjoy tasting her between those long, shapely legs.  While having a quick
daydream, I lick my lips and then it hits me, the taste.  I can taste
Rabina's pussy juice.  Since I haven't touched her for nearly a week, the
only source is on Samantha's lips.  She likes young girls!  My face must
have really screwed up with that realization.  Samantha senses something is
amiss.  When Rabina left, it was her panties she was carrying.  Tears are
flowing from Samantha's eyes.

   "You know?" *********************** ******************

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