Chapter 25: The Busty Stripper Sluts Pay Rent

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

Peter Berg
I hated doing this.

I knocked on the door of the basement apartment, my stomach roiling. I shifted uncomfortably on the cement patio before the door. A drain was at my feet, moss growing around the edges. My heart pounded faster in my chest, my damn palms so sweaty. I wiped them off on my khaki pants.

The door opened to Lizzie, one of the three college girls who rented the basement apartment from me. It was a nice place. Almost a studio apartment. The cinder block walls covered in drywall, the floors tiled. Three bedrooms and a bath. They kept it up, filling it with second-hand furniture.

Lizzie, a slender girl with black hair and wearing a baggy hoodie, wilted.

“Who is it?” called Lupita, one of her roommates. She was on the couch in sweatpants and an old T-shirt, her black haircut very short. She was holding a PS5 controller, the game paused. “Lizzie?”

“Shit,” groaned Caroline as she emerged from the bathroom in a pair of baggy gym shorts and a tank top. She was a skinny thing, more like a gangly girl than a woman of twenty. “Mr. Berg.”

“You’re two months back on rent,” I said, hating to be the bad guy.

The girls all shifted.

“You said you’d have the money for at least last month’s rent today,” I continued. “Well...”

“School expense,” muttered Caroline.

“I had a toothache,” added Lupita. “Dentist bills.”

“Lost my part-time job,” Lizzie said. “But we’re working on it. My dad might be able to send us some money next week.”

“Girls,” I said, staring at them. “I have to pay the mortgage on this place. The utility bills.”

“Sorry,” Lupita said, turning off her game. “We’re trying. We are.”

A man stood in the corner of the room. An accountant or something. Had he been here before? Where had he come from? Well, he didn’t matter. He wasn’t important. It was these girls here that I had to focus on.

“We’re working on it, Mr. Berg,” Lupita said.

“I can’t keep letting you slide,” I said. “You’ve never been on time with your bills.” I drew in a deep breath. “I’ll have to evict you.”

T. Ropex
This was a wonderful scenario. The young women who couldn’t pay rent.

Of course, I already knew that they wouldn’t do what they should. These girls weren’t all that sexy. They were dressing down. None of them were flirting with the landlord. Not that he was much to look at. An overweight and balding schlub in his forties. Not even a dad bod as they said in porn.

“Adjusting the scenario,” my AI tour guide said in my mind.

I smiled. The AI knew just what I liked. This would become kinky. The scenario was being recorded from multiple angles for my personal collection for when my vacation was over. I did enjoy watching it live, though.

It was worth all the money.

“I am so pleased that you are satisfied with my efforts,” the AI said, his nanites spreading through the room.

“We’re working hard!” said the girl at the door. “Please, please, don’t evict us. It’s rough. The economy sucks. We have college. We’re graduating next year. We just have to make it that long.”

The guy sighed. He was going to let them.

Then they changed.

The girl at the door was no longer wearing baggy clothes. She wore a pair of short shorts that molded to her ass. Pink with sparkling letters written on them “Bad Girl.” She had a belly shirt that must be hugging her big, fake tits. Her hair was dyed cherry-red now and gathered in a pair of pigtails. A flowery tramp stamp peeked out over her shorts with “Slut” written in petals.

“Surely there must be something we can do,” cooed the blonde.

“Yes,” the Hispanic girl purred. She rose, her black hair had blonde highlights now. She had an incredible ass. A jiggling booty that her stretchy leggings hugged. She had a BBL. A Brazilian Butt Lift. She turned around and shook her ass at him. “We can offer something.”

“We do have a new job,” the last girl purred. The brunette now had bleached-blonde hair and huge tits spilling out of the halter top she wore. She had a miniskirt on that left her toned and tanned legs bare. No longer was she milk-pale. She sauntered forward on stripper heels. “Maybe you’d like to see what we can do?”

“A new job?” asked the landlord. His baldness was gone. He was fitter. Still a little soft in the midriff, but he was a man in his middle years. It fit him. He had distinguished, gray hair now. “What’s that?”

“Stripping,” purred the blonde. “Mmm, you’ll get your money, you just have to let us earn some tips.”

“Yes, yes,” cooed the Hispanic girl. “Don’t you want to see us dance? Can’t that buy us a few more days?”

Peter Berg
My dick was so hard. These three girls had always been such lazy sluts. I had no idea how they hadn’t flunked out of college. “You girls are finally doing something smart.”

They giggled, all three of them pressed together. Lizzie was in the middle with those schoolgirl pigtails. She always had her hair dyed a different color. They wasted their money on clothes and jewelry, never having enough for their bills.

My cock was so hard. I needed cash, but...

Lupita shook her jiggling booty at me. How did her butt-cheeks ripple like that? It wasn’t a natural ass. It was a thing of beauty. Her leggings hugged her rump, the black material vanishing into the crack of her heart-shaped ass.

Then there was Caroline, her hair bleached blonde, her eyes sparkling. She had huge tits, too. Her skirt barely fell past her hips. If she bent over, she’d flash her ass at me. Maybe her beaver, too. My cock throbbed in my pants.

“Fine, fine, see if you convince me with your dancing,” I said.

The girls grabbed me and pulled me into their house to their couch. I spotted dildos piled on the table. Something else they wasted their money on. They were horny things. Stripping was the perfect job for them.

Stripping or OnlyFans. Maybe they were too dumb to figure out how to work a webcam and a website.

I sat down on their couch as the girls giggled. They put music on with one of their phones, paired with speakers. The music thudded through the room. It was some dance club shit. EDM, right? I hated the stuff.

They stood before me, Lizzie in the middle, Caroline on the right and Lupita on the left. They were staring at me as the music built toward the bass drop. They swayed there. I wasn’t impressed with them. They were hot, but...

The bass dropped.

They danced.

Caroline’s tits heaved as she danced, her skirt swirling around her thighs, almost flashing me her crotch. Lupita spun around, shaking her ass in rhythm to the thudding bass. Her asscheeks rippled in such an exotic way.

I groaned at those clapping cheeks.

Lizzie writhed in the middle, humping the air. Her short shorts hugged her crotch, her cameltoe on display. She ran her hands over her smooth stomach, her pigtails swayed. Her fake tits jiggled in her belly shirt, the bottom slopes of her tits visible.

They all gyrated, shaking their tits and asses at me. Lupita had a nice rack, too, her nipples poking hard against the thin material of her crop top. She licked her lips and spun around, bending over to shake her ass at me.

As she did, she ripped off her top. She had no bra on.

Her bare, golden-brown back was a delight to look at. She moved closer to me as she shook her ass. The two White girls were sliding their hands over their bodies, licking their lips. Then Caroline untied her halter top.

It fell forward, revealing her big, fake titties. She had no tan lines, her pink nipples hard. A chandelier tattoo draped over her stomach, seeming to hang from those massive breasts. She shook them at me, her tongue licking her lips.

Then Lizzie lost her top, the redhead’s huge tits jiggling free. She had pierced nipples, both her pink nubs sparkling with her gold rings. She cupped her tits and shook them at me. I groaned as they were all dancing to the music.

Caroline’s skirt flared up, flashing her bald beaver at me. She dripped, her clit pierced by a gold ring. Then Lupita shoved off her leggings, exposing her golden-brown butt-cheeks. Her shaved twat peeked between her thighs as she stepped out of her leggings. Lizzie unsnapped her short shorts, her huge tits slapping together as she wiggled out of them.

Her tight slit and smooth vulva appeared.

They were all naked, Caroline’s skirt falling down her legs. They danced, making my dick hard. They shook their tits at me. Their asses. Even the two White girls had nice asses, though Lupita’s outshone them. I throbbed.

The music stopped.

“Mmm, didn’t that just melt your bones,” cooed Caroline.

“Three hotties dancing for you,” purred Lizzie.

“Worth a few days extension on rent,” added Lupita in her sultry voice.

I laughed at them.

T. Ropex
Their dancing had been exciting. The three girls had gorgeous bodies. Full of curves thanks to the power of the AI. Now the landlord laughed. The girls looked shocked. They had thought prancing around would do it.

“You think you can shake some tits and ass at me and that’s enough,” he roared and rose to his feet. He ripped off his shirt. “That ain’t fucking enough. I need some pussy.”

I smiled, liking where this was going.

Peter Berg
I unzipped my pants as the three sluts looked so shocked. I shoved down my khakis and boxers. My cock sprang out. It thrust out hard before me. I blinked in shock at how big I was. I wasn’t twice as large as...

Why would I think it was strange I had a big dick. I always had a huge one. Just like I had always wanted to do this to these girls. I ignored that voice in the back of my head saying I would never take advantage of desperate girls.

“You dumb sluts thought that making me hard was enough?” I growled. “I want that fucking pussy!”