The Landlord’s Submission

I finally did it! I bought my first house. I’m not a real estate investor… Haha, that’s a bit of stretch, but once I get some renters, I’ll start earning some passive income. Although, it kind of sucks that I’ll have to live in the house with the renters for now. But, once I get enough money saved, I’m going to buy another house and rent it out as well. Eventually, I’ll be able to afford my own house. It’s only a matter of time before I’ll be able to afford to buy an apartment complex. I just have to be patient.

It wasn’t long after I put the ad out, that I heard back from someone. I got a call from a woman looking to rent. Her name was Kendyll Terrell. I invited her over for a quick little interview. I watched a video online on how it’s important to screen your renters. Some people aren’t worth the money.

When she finally arrived, I was greeted by the most beautiful black woman I’ve ever seen. She’s half a head taller than me, but she’s got thick thighs and an ass that makes my mouth water. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the shallow type, I prefer a woman with a brain over physical features, but she was totally my type as far as physical features go. She was lean as well, I could tell by those tight fitting jeans she wore and the t-shirt she had on. It tightly wrapped around her abs. She greets me with a smile. “Hey, I’m here for the interview.”

“Kendyll, right?” I ask, holding out my hand.

“Yes, sir,” she smiles, taking it. She has a really firm grip and those lips are lush and I can’t help but wonder how they would feel against my own.

“Come in,” I say.

She follows me into the kitchen. “Have a seat, do you want anything to drink?”

“Sure. I’ll take water please,” she says.

“Sure thing,” I grab a water bottle and hand it to her as I take a seat next to her. “So, I’ll start by saying, I’m hoping to fill up the spare rooms I have here. I also live here, but I just bought the house. I’m hoping to turn this into a rental property and acquire more rental houses in the future.”

“Nice, sounds like you have everything planned out,” she says.

“Yeah, I’ve wanted to become a real estate investor for a long time actually,” I say.

“Really? I’ve always been interested in investing in real estate, but I have no idea where to start,” she says.

“Well, I’m sure we can discuss it more if you’d like. I love talking about it,” I say.

“That’d be great,” she smiles.

“So, anyway, I should say that I kind of have a very weird schedule. I like to get up very early in the morning and I usually go to bed pretty early. Does that at all bother you?” I ask.

“No not at all, I also have a pretty similar schedule,” she says.

“Great, so tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living?” I ask.

“Well, I have my own Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class that I instruct at a gym not too far from here. I also bartend at the Pub a few blocks from the gym,” she says. “I um… I’ve got to say this before we go any further…”

“Okay, go ahead,” I say.

“I’m trans. If you’re not okay with that, I understand,” she says.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I try not to judge people,” I say, although I’m kind of shocked. She’s so beautiful. It’s hard to believe she’s trans.

She lets out a sigh of relief and gives me a smile. “That’s great. I’ll be honest with you, I was a little worried that you wouldn’t be cool with it. It’s such a relief to know you’re okay with renting to a trans woman.”

“Hey, money spends the same regardless of who it comes from,” I smile.

“That’s true, I like the way you think. Business is business, right?” she says with a grin.

“Exactly. I never understood why people would deny doing business with someone based on stupid things like race or gender. If you have the money, you can stay here as long as you like as long as you respect me and the other renters.”

“I know, right? It’s like the bar I work for. I know they’re all homophobic, that’s why I never came out there. As much as I hate it, it’s really hard to find a job as a black trans woman,” she says. “Anyway, I think we’re going to get along great. Speaking of renters, are there any others?”

“Not yet, but I’ll vet all the renters so I’ll make sure whoever does rent won’t be a bigot,” I say.

“Well, thanks I appreciate that. Does that mean you’re going to let me stay here?” she asks.

“Yeah, I don’t see any reason not to,” I say. “I’ll just have to have you look over and sign the lease agreement and pay the deposit along with the first month’s rent.”

“Great! Let’s do it. I think I’m going to enjoy living here,” she smiles. “By the way, I do smoke weed, is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay. I think we’re going to get along just fine,” I say.

After she goes over the lease agreement and signs it. She heads out to get the money and start moving in.

She pays me the agreed deposit, plus 2 months’ worth of rent. I help her get her stuff moved in. It doesn’t take her long to get settled in. It turns out we have a lot in common and we get along quite nicely. She’s also interested in investing in real estate, so a lot of our discussions revolve around it. Turns out we have a lot of the same tastes in music and entertainment.

We both spend a lot of time hustling, but we’re both big movie buffs as well. One evening after I finished going over my finances, I head downstairs to relax as Kendyll gets done with her BJJ class. “Hey, want to watch a movie or something?”

“Sure, I’ve got the night off. I was hoping to relax a little. That sounds good to me,” she says. “I’m just going to smoke a little weed. You want to try some?”

“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve smoked,” I say.

“So you have smoked before. I wasn’t sure,” she laughs.

“Yeah, what the hell, I don’t have anything going on for the rest of the night.”

I head into the garage with her as she pulls out her dry vape. She takes a rip and hands it to me. She blows out a few zeroes. “There’s a choke right there.”

“Oh, I see,” I say. I take a rip from it and it was a lot stronger than I thought. I end up coughing a bit.

She laughs. “Wow, you’re a lightweight.”

“I told you haven’t smoked in a long time.”

“Okay, white boy,” she smirks.

We finish hitting the weed and head back inside. After she puts her vape away, we start up a comedy and sit back. We both spend the next hour and a half laughing our asses off. After the movie comes to an end, we just sit and chill for a bit.

“That shit was hilarious,” she says.

“Yeah, I agree. I bet it was partly because we’re both as high as a kite,” I say.

“No doubt. It’s some good shit, isn’t it?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’ve got to say, I haven’t been this high since college,” I sigh.

“So, tell me, what’s a handsome, smart, whiteboy like you doing without a girlfriend? Are you gay?” she asks.

“No, I don’t know. I’m just trying to focus on building wealth. You know? I know this is bad to say, but I just want to live a life of luxury. I grew up in the system. Never had a dollar to my name. I don’t ever want to live like that. So I’m just going to work my ass off until I don’t have to,” I say.

“I admire that. I’m the same way. I want to be rich. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. For a long time, I was homeless. After I came out as trans, my folks wanted nothing to do with me. But fortunately, I met a woman named Bristal who changed my life. She owns a gym and took me in without batting an eye.