Chapter 7

“Thank you for your patience, Mr. Balk. You as well, Mrs. Strachan. As you can see, I am waiving all late fees caused by the closed office. I’m also holding a special event next month, including a drawing for a month of half-rent. It will be held at the pool and it will include free pizza, soda, chips, and games. There will also be an after-party for any adults able to attend it, which will be held at this address here. It will be adults-only and I would recommend that you budget for an Uber, Lyft, taxi, etc. home., in case you need to get home afterward. I will be making a major announcement at that point, so prepare for that as well. Anyway, there you go. Tickets for the rent raffle, right there,” I issued the last tenants to show up their tickets and receipts for payment of the monthly rent for this past month.

“Well, that was a busy morning, I have to admit, for you as well as us,” Valija winked at me, as she emerged from the bathroom in the leasing office, having just sucked a third man off since breakfast.

“We had a lot of catching up to do, but thankfully, it made the morning go by quickly, didn’t it, girl? Thanks for bringing over the sandwiches, Lizzie. I do enjoy a good Reuben for sure. So, we’re all set on the plan, then? Selling the complex and all of us moving in together? I’m ready to get out of the landlord business. I had no idea how much I was until lately, due to recent events. Phasing out my participation will be a great start to things. I don’t need the revenue, either,” I confessed, being wealthy enough to buy and sell all of the tenants combined.

“So, just so that we’re clear on your plan ... you’re selling it to the tenants themselves, at a very nominal price, in the form of some kind of tenants’ organization, so that they can communally own the complex. Is that right? Wow, now, that’s a philanthropist!” Lindsay laughed as she kissed me, having just been fucked hard from behind by her husband, Robert, in her car in the parking lot.

“Thank you, and yes, that’s the idea. I’m done with being a landlord, but I don’t want to risk sticking my tenants with some slumlord jackass. You know the type, who cut back services, hike rents, and avoid any kind of compassion for their residents at all. The people who take no pride in running a place like this. I betcha that the tenants will run it a lot more compassionately and practically than that, looking into long-term solutions rather than just short-term ones. If they own it together, and no longer have the expense of rent, they can perhaps take better care of it, even than I did,” I mused, even as played with each lady’s crotch and closed up shop for the afternoon.

“A bet, huh? Well, who knows? I might take you up on that. Seems to be working out for me so far,” Lindsay teased me.

“Um ... you’ve lost so far, honey,” I pointed out to her.

“Exactly,” she winked at me with an undeniable message to that.

“Let’s get out of here! I badly want to get to Mom’s place and hang out there for the day. You know, drink, smoke, fuck, eat our lunches, all that jazz,” Dana egged us on, motivating each of us to leave the complex and drive straight for the Rothman/Cortez house.

The drive there wasn’t easy, either, as Ruth made a point of fondling my groin the whole way there in the front seat, while Valija breathed rather heavily on the back of my neck. Still, we somehow managed to get to said residence in one piece, in spite of these feminine machinations. Of course, I knew the motive wasn’t to get us killed, just to make sure that I was nice and horny for an afternoon and evening of hot, sweaty, and kinky sex. It was all in good fun, as distracting as it could be.

I wasn’t too shocked, then, when Valija hiked up Ruthie’s skirt, spread her legs, and pushed her onto Lizzie’s armchair in the living room to dine on her delicious twat. She wanted her “Ruthie pie,” as she called it, and now she was determined to collect it. I had to admit to myself that Ruth was a sweet, young woman and I didn’t mind tasting herself myself. I chuckled to myself as I thought about whether Boaz ever went down on the biblical namesake for my sexy fiancee. I know that I would have in his case, as long as she was clean enough. The moans from my Ruth, at least, made it sound very worthwhile.