A desperate tenant

A desperate tenant

This is a work of fiction. All characters are fake. No one was harmed in the writing of this story. If you don’t like made up shit, then don’t read this.

I am a middle-aged man, happily married, and employed. For several years I have been buying houses that needed rehab and then I rent them out to nice families. This gets a run-down property fixed up for people who can’t afford to buy their own house. I look at my side business as an outreach to those less fortunate than me. But I am not stupid. I don’t rent to anyone who has a history of skipping their rent, tearing up the property, or anyone who has a criminal record. But none of these concerns are why I am writing this story.

I had a house that I just renovated and was ready for rent. It was late in the summer and school was about to start. Most families who are looking for a rent house have already made their arrangements by now, so I missed the surge of renters who might be interested in my place. I would either be forced to rent to person a bit less qualified to pay the rent, or someone who did not have school age kids.

I had my “For Rent” sign in the yard, with my phone number. I got a voice mail from a woman who said her name was Amanda. She drove by the property, and it looked perfect for her and her high school daughter. She left a number for me to call her back on. I called immediately. Amanda answered and sounded professional and intelligent. That was a good sign. I described the inside of the property and told her I would be happy to show it to her. We met later that day. Amanda was a tall, slim woman, who was 36 years old, according to her rental application, but she looked 25. She told me she had just separated from her husband, who had recently moved out of the state to be with his girlfriend. She had been renting another house in the area but had to move out since her husband was no longer helping with finances. Amanda admitted she didn’t really know much about the process of renting a house since her husband always paid the bills.

When we discussed the monthly rent for the house, Amanda suddenly went quiet. She just looked down at the floor and then began to sob. “My daughter will be a senior in high school this fall. She is on the cheer leading squad, and it is really important that we find a house in her school district. She must be able to finish her senior year at this school. But I can’t afford this place.” With that, she fell against me and began quietly crying. I was not expecting this, but I held her close to me, and said nothing. I wanted to comfort her, but my radar was on, thinking this was a scam. It is not often that a beautiful woman has collapsed against me and cried with desperation. OK, it has NEVER happened before.

Amanda’s shoulder length dark blonde hair was nestled against my cheek. She smelled delightful. Her full breasts were awkwardly in contact with me, not in a lewd way, but because of her distraught condition. Amanda seemed to be totally out of sorts and not paying attention to how she was leaning into me. I held her tightly and tried to be a comfort to her.

Amanda shortly stopped crying and regained her composure. She broke our embrace and looked embarrassed as she apologized. “I’m so sorry. I just was counting on this house since it is just what we need, but I did not think the price would be so high. We had to leave the other house because of the high rent, and it was not much more than you are asking”.

I told Amanda that she needed a certain amount of monthly income to qualify for the lease.