("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Perils of Pauline by PetShelly (petshellyisO@hotmail.com) *** When a young woman can't pay the rent, her landlord makes an offer she doesn't want to refuse. (MF) *** How did my life turn into one of those old silent movie melodramas? The ones where the heroine, me of course, is alone in her humble home, all long ringlets of hair and pouty bee-stung lips, when the landlord shows up. In these silent classics, he’s usually wearing a top hat, a black cloak, and a handlebar mustache that he twirls as he says "You must pay the rent!" "But I can’t pay the rent!" I cry. "You must pay the rent" he sneers as he gives his mustache an extra twirl to make his point. Ok, so it didn’t happen exactly like that. Not a lot of guys wear top hats and cloaks anymore and I don’t have long ringlets. I also didn’t have the rent. "You have to pay the rent" my landlord said as he stood in my (his?) living room. Since he didn’t have the Snidley Whiplash uniform, maybe I should describe him. He’s probably in his mid-50s, grey hair, stocky. He dresses as if he’s about to fix something, probably because he usually is. Evidently, with rental property there’s always something. And today that something was me. I gave him all the standard excuses, ones he’s heard a hundred times before, but he wasn’t too impressed. He just kept silently looking at me as I babbled on with a steady, slightly bored expression on his face. When I finally ran out of breath he said "Look, I don’t care about your hard luck stories. The rent’s due." "Can’t we work something out?" I asked, thinking of some kind of good faith payment plan. And then he got a smile on his face. A sly, slightly evil kind of smile. "Well, there is always the barter system." Now if I were Pauline, I would have been shocked, if I even understood what the heck he meant, but I had a pretty good idea. "What will it take to make the rent go away?" I asked quietly. "I’ll make you a deal. You do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want, and you don’t have any rent. If not, I start eviction proceedings tomorrow and you need to find a new place to live." I could have moved home to Mom. Girls my age do it all the time. She’d have welcomed me home, not said ‘I told you so’ too many times, and it would have all been good. But the thought of having to obey this man’s every wish was intriguing. I felt myself get wet. I realized I was licking my lips and staring into his eyes. I wanted him to fuck me. Not ‘make love to me’, not ‘have sex with me’, but throw me on the floor, or couch, or over the coffee table, and fuck me. "Yes," I whispered. He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he silently walked towards me. I think he was giving me a chance to back out but there was no way I was going to miss this experience. If it was horrible I’d move home to Mama in the morning but I wanted to know what this man was like. He reached out and gathered each side of my blouse in his hands, still looking in my eyes, gauging my response, then he ripped the shirt all the way down the front. And I smiled. He laughed and said "This just might work out." He did fuck me. He fucked every part of me. He even bent me over the coffee table. And before he left, he also made love to me. Then he told me what time to expect him the next day. For six months I’ve been ‘paying the rent’. I wonder if I should tell him I’d be willing to pay him? END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 37