I PAY RENT BY FUCKING MY LANDLORD

It had been a really tough year for me. I had two minimum wage jobs that didn’t always give me full shifts, so my cash flow was sometimes sporadic and unpredictable. This made it difficult to consistently have enough money to pay rent each month, even though I was living in a pretty shitty apartment in a pretty shitty part of town.

As a result of all this, I had been late on several rent payments over the past year, and had been short of the total amount due in several of those months. Paul, the landlord, had berated me multiple times, and had threatened to evict me on numerous occasions. The last time I was short of cash, he had gotten extremely angry, and I worried that he was getting serious about the eviction. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough money to move to another place, let alone find another shitty apartment. As rent-day approached, I scrambled for as many shifts and hours that I could get, but still came up a bit short. I fretted and worried about what I’d say when Paul came by for the rent, but I was helpless to fix the situation.

Paul usually came by for the rent around dinner time on the first Thursday of each month. I sat nervously on the couch, watching TV and waiting for him to show up, when he knocked on the door, then let himself in with his pass key. He came into my small apartment and stood in front of me sitting on the couch. As usual, he was wearing loose sweatpants and a T-shirt. He glared at me, with his hand out, and said, “well….do you have the rent?”

With a resigned sigh, I said, “Most of it,” and handed him all but $50 of that month’s rent.

“Ella, I just can’t let this continue”, he said. “This is the fourth time in the past six months that you’ve been short on your rent.”

“I’ll make it up, Mr. P….I swear!” I said. “I can’t afford to move, and this apartment is the cheapest I could find! You can’t evict me.”

He said, “You can’t afford to stay here, either, Ella. I’m sorry, but it’s time to file an eviction.”

With tears in my eyes, I jumped up from the couch and said, “I’ll do anything, Mr. P. What can I do to change your mind?”

I was standing close to him now, and when I said “I’ll do anything”, his demeanor completely changed. With an odd grin on his face, he took his right hand and rubbed the back of it against my left tit.