The Landlord

by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

Chapter Nine

Confrontation

It had been a year since I took Jenny up on her indecent proposal of sex for rent. For me, it was a year of hell. The devastating pain in my heart threatened to consume me. Nothing I did could make it go away. It never lessened. It never ebbed. It was always there. Constant, unyielding. 

You know that saying, "Time heals all wounds"? It's a lie.

If it wasn't the pain of Jenny's absence from my life, it was the guilt. The guilt of knowing what I had done, of knowing the pain that I caused her. That I made her live out the childhood trauma of her sick, disgusting upbringing. The fact that I brought even a glimpse of that into the life of her sweet, innocent daughter. I was real human scum and the knowledge of that tore at me every day.

Deep in my own thoughts, my own self-loathing, I didn't pay attention to where I was or who I was with. That's why as I sat in that diner I was shocked, absolutely shocked to find that it wasn't just any diner. It was Jenny's.

I stared at her as she smiled down at me, pouring my coffee. She was the same, and yet, somehow, more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Her hair tied up in a pony tail, her smile reaching from ear to ear, she looked at me with those beautiful eyes I had come to love. The very sight of her filled me with joy and pain simultaneously. But I knew it wasn't right. I knew I shouldn't be here.

"I'm sorry, Jenny," I said. "I didn't know where I was. I... I should go...."

"And deprive me of the chance to serve my favorite landlord?" she said cheerily. "Don't you dare! You sit right down and order something."

"I... I really don't think that would be appropriate, Jenny," I said. "Please, I'll just leave."

She put her hand on my shoulder. Her very touch sent a shockwave of emotional pain through my heart. Did she know the kind of power she had over me?

"Please stay," was all she said. I obeyed. "Now, what can I get you?"

"I... I don't know," I said. I just wanted this to end. "Just get me anything. You decide."

"Coming right up!" she said with a smile and a wink.

I honestly don't remember what Jenny ordered for me. I barely remember eating it. I just shoved food in mouth and felt it slowly slake my hunger. I might as well have been eating cardboard. I was oblivious to it all. I just wanted to get out of there. 

Slowly, the customer's began to leave. One table after another. I finished my coffee and got up.

"I'm ready for my bill, Jenny," I called to her.

"What? Already? You haven't even had desert!" she protested.

"I'm really full," I said. "Please, can I just have my bill."

"Nonsense!" she said. "Have a piece of pie."

I forced down a slice of pie. Then another cup of coffee. When she insisted on another cup, I finally asserted myself and asked for the bill again.

"Don't worry about the bill," she said. "It's on me!"

"Fine," I said. I was tired of arguing with her. "Then, I'll just go."

"Wait!" she called out. There was a hint of panic in her voice. "Wait... uh, it's so dark out. I uh... I don't want to walk home. Would you.... give me a ride?"

I still couldn't resist those eyes. Every time she batted them at me and asked for something, I just melted. I waited for Jenny to finish her closing duties of filling salt shakers and ketchup bottles.

She tried to start up conversation in the car, asking me how I'd been, complimenting me on my beard. I felt so awkward around her, I finally just asked her if we could skip the conversation. We rode in silence.

I dropped her off at her apartment, the apartment I had been forbidden to visit.

"Won't you come inside?" she asked me nervously.

"Jenny," I started. "You know that's not a good idea."

"Please," she said. "Just for a minute. I... I really want to talk to you."

I relented... again.

My heart skipped a beat as we entered the building. I hadn't been here since Jenny kicked me out. The memories of my weekly visits came flooding back. I remembered how I would knock on that door with such anticipation. I felt my emotions welling up inside me as we entered together.

A young woman greeted us. "Katie's fast asleep," she assured Jenny. "She did her homework then played a little more of her game. She was perfect as usual." 

She was obviously the babysitter. Jenny gave her some money (all in $1 bills, the travail of being a waitress). The babysitter looked at me funny.

"Oh! It's okay," Jenny said. "He's just the landlord."

That seemed to reassure the young lady and she smiled at me with a look of relief on her face and left.

"Please, sit," Jenny said. She took off her coat and sat on the very chair that she had scolded me from nearly a year ago.

"I... I've been doing a lot of thinking," she started, shyly. Her eyes were to the floor, she wouldn't look at me. "I've been thinking about you... a lot."

I was surprised by this confession and eager to hear more.

"I was hard on you, that time, you know.... and I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have been such a bitch."

"Oh, Jenny," I said. I got up. I wanted to hug her.

"Wait!" She stopped me. "Wait, there's more I want to say.

"Growing up, I always had this idea of what I wanted my life to be like. What normal was like. I pictured what my boyfriend would be like. What he would look like, what he would wear. He was tall, handsome, with long strands of hair that dangled in front of his eyes. He was strong, muscular.... He would hold me in my arms and love me. We would go on long romantic dates, walks in the park, horse and carriage rides. He would buy me flowers and pretty jewelry and take me to fancy restaurants for dinner.

"I always thought that someday... someday I would meet him.

"I met a lot of guys. Some of them even looked just how imagined they should, but they were all assholes. All of them. They all treated me like dirt and none of them cared about Katie. None of them showed any concern for me, only for themselves.

"That day... that day you came to try to break it off with me, when you said you wanted me to paint the building. You didn't do it because of my mom, did you? I remember what you said. You wanted me to do honest work, to be a good mom.You wanted Katie to be proud of me.

"You care about me, don't you?" she said. She was on the brink of tears.

"Yes, Jenny," I said. "Oh yes!"

It was me who started the crying. We embraced and held each other tightly. I squeezed her so hard I was afraid she couldn't breathe, but she never complained. She held me just as tightly and cried over my shoulder.

Then, she pulled her head away from me and looked at me. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was smiling. That's when it happened. She kissed me. She kissed me long and full on the lips and I kissed her back. My dear, sweet, wonderful Jenny!

Our kiss seemed to go on forever. I didn't want it to end, but it finally did. She whispered into my ear, "I've been saving that... for my boyfriend."

"Jenny," I said as my heart dropped. "Jenny, do you mean it?"

"Yes!" she said happily. "Yes, I mean it!"

We kissed again, more passionately than I had ever kissed in my life. I felt the sensation of genuine arousal cascade throughout my body. Jenny felt it, too. Her hand reached down and she rubbed my cock. 

"Shall we?" she asked, still smiling.

"What about," I paused. I looked at the bedroom door down the hall. "What about Katie?"

"We'll be quiet," she said naughtily. We smiled.

We entered the bedroom together and closed the door. I had been here so many times before, but this time, this time was different. I wasn't here for sex. I wasn't here for my own gratification. I was here for Jenny.

I held her close to me and kissed her long and full. I followed it with little tender kisses on her chin, her cheek, her ear. She started to unbutton her waitress uniform when I stopped her.

"Let me do that," I said. I wanted to savor every piece of her. I unbuttoned the top and peeled back the sleeves revealing her shoulders. I kissed each of them. I kissed her Adam's apple, then the top of her rib cage. As I peeled the uniform down, I kissed her between her breasts, on her stomach, her ribs. I knelt down and let the garment drop to the floor. I nuzzled her womanhood through her panties. I inhaled her sweet fragrance. My body tingled and my cock jumped as the aroma of her desire for me wafted through my nostrils.

I stood up and Jenny took her turn undressing me. She unbuttoned my shirt and gave me tender caresses and gentle kisses. She pulled down my pants and massaged my cock through my boxers. She pressed against the shaft with the heel of her hand. She pulled the boxers down and gave me a gentle kiss right on the head of my cock. Then another and another.

I sat on the bed and she took me in her mouth. She lovingly caressed my cock with her tongue. She rubbed against her face and smiled, as she cuddled it in her hands. She took me again in her mouth, taking it all, letting it disappear beyond those beautiful red lips. 

I crawled back on the bed and Jenny maneuvered herself in the sixty-nine position. I pulled off her panties kissed her clitoris. I took it into my mouth and suckled it. I let my tongue dart inside her and I lapped the sweetness of her wet desire.

Jenny's body began to shudder and shake. I took her clit into my mouth and gently grasped it between my teeth. I teased it with my tongue as I held it gently. She began to to moan as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue. Soon, she was bucking in orgasm. 

She scooted up next to me and kissed me again. I fingered her love hole as she worked my shaft. 

"Are you ready for me, Jenny?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said. "You know I am."

She got on her back and I entered her. For the first time, the first time, it wasn't just sex. We were making love in every sense of the word.

I held her as probed her depths once more. It was like entering heaven. My cock twitched and throbbed as I explored her. 

"Let me," she said between breaths.

I rolled over and she got on top of me. She descended on my cock and took me inside her. I watched as she rocked her hips back and forth. My cock disappeared into her dark depths. I felt a wave of pleasure come over me as she gyrated on top of me. The warm, moist folds of her body enveloped my cock. 

"Oh, Jenny!" I called out. "Jenny... I love it! I love this!" And then to my utter shock and surprise, I called out: "I love you!"

She leaned forward and kissed me as she continued to rock on top of me. "And I love you," she said. She started to cry. "I really love you!"

"Oh, Jenny!" I rocked my hips back and forth. I needed to be in her, to be part of her, to be part of her body. I began to drive myself into her harder and faster and she reciprocated, matching my rhythm. 

I continued to drill her while she gyrated on top of me. Our hot, sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. Her breasts flattened against my chest. I held her tight and squeezed her ass cheek as I tried desperately to penetrate her deeper. 

"I need this, Jenny," I said. "I need you!"

I continued to buck my hips wildly. Sensing my need, she rolled over. Never exiting her, I rolled on top and took her in the missionary position. I fucked her faster and harder, my balls slapped into her ass with each thrust. She lifted her legs in the air and spread herself wide to accommodate me. 

I began to thrust faster. I tried desperately to maintain my rhythm and pick up speed. My balls began to ache from slamming into her, my cock felt stiff and sore. I kept pounding into her, faster, and faster. 

"Oh, Jenny! Oh, Jenny! It's going to happen! I'm going to cum!"

"Do it!" she said. "Do it! Cum inside me!"

I did. I came and I came. I allowed my semen to plant inside her, deep, deep in her body. Load after load oozed out of my cock. I watched it twitch as it pumped her full of my essence.

"I love you, Jenny," I whispered to her as I continued to fill her.

"I love you, too," she said, caressing my face. "I think... I think I always have. I only just realized it now."

We held each other close as we lay in bed together. She snuggled up against me and nuzzled my chest. Finally, she spoke.

"I always had this idea of what my perfect man would be like," she said. "I had this picture of a guy in my head and that's what I would always look for. But you... You surprised me. You didn't look anything like what I pictured and meeting you like this... to me it was just sex. I kept telling myself that, but you really cared. All this time. I knew that. I knew it when I saw how hurt you were when I kicked you out. You wouldn't have been hurt if you didn't care.

"And then there was that stupid contract I made you sign. You didn't have to do that. You have money. You could have fought any charges I brought against you and won, but you didn't. Even though I rejected you, you took care of me and Katie all this time."

She looked at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes I had grown to love. Was she right? Was I in love all this time? It wasn't what I pictured for myself either. Who does? Who wants to meet the love of their life by blackmailing them? But it was true. We loved each other. Despite the strange start to our relationship, we were together at last. We were both confused and blinded by power, sex, and lust, but now the blinders are off and all we have between us is love.

***

The years went by and Jenny and I are still together. It's been tough. How do you answer people when they ask how you met? What do you say when people look at you like "What is she doing with *that* guy?" One of my friends once asked me what my secret was. It was awkward. I just got quiet and pensive. The truth is, we did have a secret, a terrible, dark secret. It hasn't always been easy, but in the end, it's the love that keeps us together.

The worst part is Katie. I really screwed up. A budding teenager can be cruel and impossible to control. How do you explain to a teenager that she's too young for sex? Or that it would be dangerous for her to have sex with her boyfriend that she *thinks* she's madly in love with when she can turn around say "Why? You fucked grandma! Next to you, I'm a saint!"

Yeah, it's been tough. I've never been able to live that down. Jenny throws me disapproving looks every time Katie brings that up (which is every time she doesn't get her way). 

The good news is, I think she's past that phase. As she gets older, she gets more mature, more understanding and more responsible. Katie has learned to accept me as her friend and I've learned to trust her with greater responsibilities. She's even taken an interest in helping with the rental properties and now I let her run her old apartment building.

Jenny's life isn't perfect, and I'm not the handsome knight in shining armor she always dreamed about, but we love each other. We've found a way to make everything work. As for Katie, despite my mistakes, I think she's gonna turn out all right.

***

Epilogue

Kevin looked out the big bay window of his apartment. He shuddered as he saw her car pull up. He turned toward the door. How was he going to face her? He knew she would be angry. He needed to think of some way to appease her.

The knock at the door sent shivers down his spine. He didn't want to answer it, but he really had no choice. He glanced over at the picture of his wife that hung on his wall. She had been gone a year now, but the sight of her gave him strength. He opened the door.

"Hello, Kevin," his petite landlord called to him as she waltzed into his apartment. She was all business as usual. Black pumps, black skirt and business jacket -- she looked like she was running a funeral home, not an apartment building. "What do you have for me this month?"

Kevin sheepishly handed her a wad of bills. He looked away as she counted it, afraid to see the disapproval in her eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, Kevin," she said impatiently. "Short again. $150.00 this time. How much is it that you owe me, now?"

"I know, I'm sorry. Work has been hard to come by," he started.

"Answer the question," she said sternly.

"$250.00," he answered quietly.

"Try $300.00, Kevin," she said. "Short three months in a row, no, this will never do. How do you want to do this? Do you want to cooperate and leave or should I take you to court and have the marshal throw you out?"

"Please, Katie," he begged. "Please, just give me more time. Construction work comes and goes, but when there's work it pays good, you know that. I'll get caught up in no time."

"That's why you should save your money, you moron," she said unsympathetically. "Instead you blow it on garbage like that ridiculously oversized television set. Would it kill you to keep money in the bank? Do you even have a bank account?

"No, I'm afraid you're just too irresponsible. You'll have to go."

"Please, I'm begging you," Kevin pleaded. "This is the best neighborhood for me and my son. It's hard being a single parent. I need to know he's safe while I'm at work. Look, I'm very handy. I can fix up this place for you and maybe you can take it out of what I owe."

"I already have a handyman," she said coldly. She wasn't even looking at him. She was admiring her manicure as she spoke. "Mr. Raymond has been caring for this building since I was a little girl. No, I'm afraid that kind of service is useless to me."

"There must be something I can do for you," Kevin pleaded. "Anything, please just let me and my boy stay."

"Hmmm...." Katie eyed him up and down. He was tall, well built and handsome. His dirty blonde hair wafted lazily across his eyes. Construction work had kept him in top shape. She eyed the bulge in crotch. "Maybe there is something you can do for me."

Katie pressed the heel of her hand against Kevin's cock. 

"Wait, you've got the wrong idea," he said. "My wife's only been gone a year... I ... I don't feel right doing this."

"Oh, please," she said unmoved. "We're talking rent, Kevin, nothing more. It's just business. You want to stay, don't you?" She started squeezing his ass.

"Yes," he said as he looked away.

"Well, then turn around," she said. "Give me a good look at your ass."

Kevin obeyed. He tried not to look at the picture of his wife on the wall looking down at him. He couldn't face her.

"Oh my, Kevin, are you a virgin?" 

"What?" he said surprised. "No! I have a kid!"

"I meant, in the ass," she said condescendingly. "Have you ever taken it up the ass?"

"Oh, God..." he said trembling. "Why are you doing this? What gives you the right to treat people like this?"

"What gives me the right?" she asked incredulously. "You've got a lot to learn, I see. I'm the landlord, darling. It's what we do."

















                                THE END