by Amy DeMeritt
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“I’m not done. I don’t date. I don’t have relationships. I have sexual encounters, often. So, you’ll see me coming and going with women pretty often, and you’ll probably hear noises and screams coming from my suite at least once a week. The screams might actually sound like I’m killing someone in there, but I’m not. Trust me, they fucking love it. Unless the woman is a friend, I don’t have overnight guests, so you won't need to worry about waking up to a stranger walking around the house. Is that something you can handle?”
“I won’t sleep with you.”
She looks disgusted and scared, which causes my anger to flare. I narrow my eyes and my jaw slides side to side.
“I don’t fuck my tenants, ever. I’m never going to fuck you. Got it?”
Her face relaxes, but then she looks confused and kind of offended.
“Why did you say never as if I disgust you? I saw how you looked at me yesterday.”
“Do you want the room or not?”
Her mouth shifts as if she’s fighting crying or something, but she doesn’t say anything. She just leans forward and starts filling in the background check form on my laptop. My phone buzzes with a text message, which startles her, but as she sees me pull my phone out, she relaxes and continues typing on my laptop.
Janae: I won’t be able to make it for at least three hours. One of the damn columns slipped out of place, causing the top tier to fall. I was able to catch it before it sent the rest of the cake toppling over, but I have to fix this before I can leave. You better save me at least one of those.
Me: Damn, that sucks. I’m sorry. Carrie is here. This girl annoys me. She looks at me like I’m going to rape her or something. I think I’m going to give some bad sex advice to Jill to get back at her for this.
Janae: Why are you going through with it?
Me: I don’t know. She reminds me of one of those scared and wounded puppies on the damn SPCA commercials.
Janae: You’re such a softy. Ok, I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon. Good luck with the puppy.
Me: Thanks. Bring me cupcakes when you come over.
Janae: I will.
“I’m done.”
I take my laptop and hit the submit button for her, then set the computer on the couch next to me.
“It will probably take a day or two to get the results.”
“Do you want references or a deposit or anything like that? Do you have questions for me?”
“No on the references. Do you even have four-hundred dollars to pay first month’s rent?”
She looks offended and her eyes narrow. “Yes, I have money. Just because I’m not a mega-millionaire doesn’t mean I’m worthless.”
“I only asked because Jill said you just moved to the area. I take it you looked me up?”
“Yes. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t coming to a serial killer’s house and would end up in some crazy dungeon till you decided to kill me.”
“Is that what you see when you look at me?”
“I don’t know.”
I roll my eyes and drink the last swig of beer as I stand up to get another bottle.
“Do you need another drink?”
“No.”
When I return to the living room, Carrie is sitting back in the chair with her arms crossed over her chest, a leg crossed over her other knee, and she’s staring hard at the floor with a scowl.
“Why are you offering me a room here?”
“Because Jill asked me to.”
“So, you don’t want anything else from me?”
“Not a damn thing.”
She looks up at me with anger pinching her face and darkening her light sage green eyes to appear more like hunter green.
“Why are you acting like that?”
“I’m not acting like anything. You asked me a question and I gave you an honest answer.”
“Then why did you look at me like you wanted me yesterday?
“Is this some kind of twisted attempt to beg me to want you or something? I already told you, I don’t fuck tenants.”
“So, if I wasn’t a tenant, you would want to fuck me?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“You’re not my type.”
“What is your type?”
“If you move in, maybe you’ll figure that out by observing the women I bring home.”
“I don’t know if I’m moving in.”
“Whatever. If you figure it out, let me know.”
I stand up, planning on walking out to the backyard, but she sits forward, and says, “Wait. That’s it? You don’t have any other questions?”
“What the hell is with you and asking questions? Do you want me to treat this like a fucking interview?”
“Yes.”
I groan in agitation and run a hand over my face and through my hair. I plop back down on the couch and take a few sips of my beer.
“Where did you move here from and why?”
“Ohio. I moved here for a change of pace. I have always wanted to live in Florida.”
“Do you have family here?”
“No.”
“So, you just decided to throw all of your chips in the pot and gamble on Florida dealing you a good hand to play with?”
“Pretty much.”
“How are the cards looking so far?”
“I’m still trying to decide.”
“What would you say your greatest strength is?”
“Excuse me?”
“You said you want this to be an interview. If I was considering you for employment in my company, I would ask you that question.”
“Fine. I guess my determination to achieve what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to have a yoga studio.”
“Interesting. What’s your greatest weakness?”
“Probably being too nice.”
Before I can stop myself, I burst in laughter, which earns me an angry glare. “Yeah, sorry, I have to disagree with that.”
“That was rude.”
“Then we’re even.”
“I have not been…”
“Don’t kid yourself. You’ve been nothing but rude to me since we met. I’m going to tell you what your greatest weakness is and if you don’t learn how to overcome it, you’ll never succeed with your yoga studio.”
“Do you even know anything about yoga?”
“Besides the fact that it inspires some fantastic sex positions, no.”
She blushes as she looks away from me, and mumbles, “You don’t know me.”
“Ok, when you’re more open minded, I’ll tell you your weakness.”
“You are just…” She releases a growling sound as she reaches forward for her beer that she hasn’t even taken a sip from yet, and then starts drinking it quickly.
“Are you an emotional drinker?”
“No. Leave me alone.”
“So, the interview is over?”
“No.”
“Why do you want to have a yoga studio?”
“I want to make a living doing something I love, and I love yoga.”
“Are you any good at it?”
“Yes.”
“When do you plan on having your studio?”
“Hopefully in three to five years.”
“What will you be doing in the meantime?”
“Whatever I can, I guess.”
“How are you going to achieve your goal?”
She exhales hard and empties the last sip of beer. She rolls the foam around, looking agitated that the bottle is empty. I stand up, taking the bottle from her, and walk out of the room. I grab two more beers, and she quickly drinks half of it before I can even sit, which makes her cough from the foam.
“Are you sure you’re not an emotional drinker?”
“Why are you being so mean to me? What did I do to you?”
I squint my eyes in confusion as I sit down and rest an arm acros
s the back of the couch. “How am I being mean? You asked me to treat this like an interview, so that’s what I’m doing.”
“It’s how you’re asking me. Your voice is just… I don’t know, like you don’t really care.”
“What the fuck do you want from me? I’m offering you a room in my house basically for free since I plan to give your rent back when you move out. I just paid fifty-dollars for a background check I don’t think is necessary. I’m sharing my beer with you. I’m even playing along with this damn interview you wanted. Yet, you’re still not happy.”
She looks down at her lap with sadness and confusion causing her forehead and eyes to crease and squint.
“I just don’t understand why you’re letting me stay here. I just feel like it’s for other reasons.”
“If Jill had offered you a room at her place, would you have this concern?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
Her cheeks blush as she sits forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She drinks the rest of her beer before setting the empty bottle on a coaster. She combs her fingers through her long straight blonde hair, and then leans back, exhaling hard.
“Why did you have to look at me like that yesterday?” I just ignore her. I’m not going to keep having this conversation with her. “Do you think I’m attractive?”
I continue to ignore her and just pull my laptop over to sit on my lap so I can try to get some work done. I take a sip of my beer and start reading an email from one of my sales agents.
“Why aren’t you answering me? Jack!”
I don’t raise my eyes to look at her at all and she releases a growling exhale of air as she stands up. She starts pacing the floor and then storms over to me. She pulls my computer off of my lap and holds it out of my reach, forcing me to look up at her.
“Give me my computer. I have work to do.”
“Why are you ignoring me?”
“I have already told you, I’m not interested in you like that. I’m not going to continue having this conversation. If you can’t trust me, don’t move in here.”
She puts my computer on my lap and sits back down. She’s quiet for a few moments, and then asks, “How soon can I move in?”
“Today.”
She smiles, but she pushes it down and gives me a curt nod as she stands up.
“Thank you. I don’t have any furniture so it won’t take me long to pack up my stuff. I guess I’ll be back in a few hours. Do you want cash or a check for the rent?”
“Cash. I don’t want to have to deposit the money.”
“Ok, I’ll have it when I come back. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome.”
Chapter Four
I comb my fingers through my short hair, meticulously arranging the sharp points of my bangs on the left side of my forehead, then I step back to appraise myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a pair of soft hip hugging dark gray jeans, a tight black tee shirt, and black leather shoes. I have a band of alternating onyx stone studs and diamond studs rimming both of my ears, and just a touch of coconut oil glossing my lips.
The doorbell rings, so I sprint out of my bathroom and towards the front of the house. I open the door, and I am greeted with, “Avon calling”, in a sweet seductive coo.
“Avon ? Oh, damn, I don’t need any face cream, but thanks.”
I start to close the door, but Jasmine steps forward, slapping a hand against the door to keep it open. She cocks her right hip and grabs the belt of her knee length khaki rain coat.
“Maybe, I can interest you in something else.”
She tugs on the belt and pulls the right side of the jacket open to rest her hand on her hip. My mouth salivates and I lick my lips while scanning her body and curves in the sexy red and black one-piece lace body suit lingerie. It cuts high on the hips, accentuating the curve of her toffee toned thighs, and her C-cup breasts are spilling out of the top.
“You have my attention now.”
“Good.”
She places a hand on my chest and pushes me backwards with a dramatic switch of her hips while she removes the jacket. I lift her by the backs of her thighs and set her on the sidebar. With a pleased smile, she wraps her legs around my waist and wraps her arms around the back of my neck. As I slide my hands under her ass and grip her bare cheeks in my hands, I engage her in a kiss. She tightens her embrace and releases a long whimpering moan.
I grab her thighs, pulling them off of my waist, and push them open wide, making her rest her feet on the edge of the sidebar. She releases another moan as she bucks her body, which causes the sidebar to rock and sends a large ceramic vase tumbling off, which loudly shatters on the stone tiles. She tries to pull back, but I keep her engaged, making her smile against my lips. I glide a hand between us and palm over her hot moist center, eliciting another sweet moan from her.
“Jack? Are you ok?”
Jasmine pulls back looking confused, and breathlessly asks, “Who is that?”
“A tenant.”
I engage her in another kiss, but she pulls back panting for air. She places a hand on my chest, holding me back, and swallows hard.
“You have to get the boxes from my car.”
“We can take care of business later.” She smiles and shakes her head. “There’s something in there I want you to use on me.”
“Ok, you stay right here, just like this. Don’t you dare move.”
“I wouldn’t think of it.”
“Jack?”
I roll my eyes, and walk to the end of the hall, where Carrie is standing looking concerned and confused.
“Are you ok? I heard something fall.”
“I’m fine. I have a guest.”
“Oh, right, ok. I’ll go to my room.”
“You don’t have to hide out. We’ll be going to my suite.”
Carrie gives me a small smile and turns on her heels while saying, “Ok, thanks.”
While she walks towards the living room, I go back to the foyer, where Jasmine is still sitting on the sidebar with her legs sprawled open and her strappy red high heel shoes just barely hanging onto the edge. I give her a firm smack between her thighs as I walk by, which causes her body to jerk and she releases a giggling moan.
“Don’t take too long.”
“Here, you hold this for me.”
I take her right hand and place it over her center, and her lips curl into a delicious aroused grin.
“You can play, but you’re not allowed to make yourself cum.”
“I wouldn’t dare. That’s your job.”
I reluctantly steal myself away from Jasmine and I jog out to her car to get the boxes of toys I ordered. Because I have so many sexual partners, I try to be as safe as possible, which means I have to order new supplies on a pretty regular basis. I won’t use anything that goes near or in the vagina and anus on more than one woman, so a lot of stuff ends up getting thrown out after just one use. Some people argue that it’s wasteful and unnecessary, but I don’t want to take any chances. Plus, it really helps a woman to feel safe and secure in the types of encounters I engage in. Their comfort is reason enough to make it worth the expense.
Jasmine is my liaison with my favorite adult toy company. Because I’m a high-profile client and order so much, and their headquarters is only a two-hour drive from here, they have been sending Jasmine to personally deliver my purchases every few months for the past several years. I hadn’t intended on fucking her that first time we met, but she’s hot and a huge freak. She lets me do absolutely anything I want and has never had to use a safe word.
After I drop off the three large boxes in my sex den, I pick Jasmine up with her legs wrapped around me, and I hold onto her bare ass cheeks while I walk her through the house.
“Do you need a drink or anything?”
“I’d love a drink. You know what I like.”
“You sit right here.”
I set Jasmine down on the kitchen counter and she props her legs op
en, without me having to tell her, which makes my face spread into a cocky grin.
I grab two tumbler glasses out of the cabinet, add a few square ice cubes to them, and then step over to the side of the counter she is sitting on, which has a large assortment of liquor arranged on a three-tier glass shelf. I add a couple of shots worth of amaretto, a splash of coffee liqueur, cherry liqueur, and then top it off with Southern Comfort . I give the shaker cup a few vigorous shakes, then pour the drink over the ice in our glasses.
“And to top it off…”
I pull the crotch of her lingerie aside, revealing her soaking wet smooth folds. I lick my lips and swallow hard as my mouth fills with saliva and my body aches with the desire to taste her. I glide the rim of her tumbler up her folds, causing her arousal to drip inside her glass. She releases a long burring moan and tilts her head back as she opens herself wider.
“You are so very wet, very, very wet.”
I glide the glass up again and watch her arousal drip down the side of the glass and into her drink.
“Jack… Fuck.”
She’s panting, and her thighs are trembling with the effort to stay open.
“You just keep getting wetter. Does this turn you on that much? Drink it.”
I offer her the glass, and she gives me a seductive grin before gliding the length of her tongue up the side of her glass, and then gulps the drink back. As she swallows, I press two fingers inside of her, and she releases a loud surprised moan.
“Jack, please.”
“Please what?”
“Make me cum.”
I grab a long paring knife from a magnetic strip on the wall and I watch her face as I approach her groin. She doesn’t flinch, but the look of arousal on her face deepens. I pull the thin fabric of her crotch forward and slice through it, removing the annoying obstruction.
As I press two fingers inside her, I grab my drink with my other hand, and I just hold my fingers inside of her while I take a sip and savor it.
“Please, Jack.”
“You are the freakiest Avon lady I’ve ever met.” She giggles and thrusts her hips against my stalled fingers. “Do you want me to make you cum right here?”
