Chapter 2: Winston

Winston stood at his kitchen counter looking at the photos he had just printed. This new girl was certainly something special. He had noticed her when she first came to apply for an apartment. How could he not notice her? He remembered the exact time... 1:34 PM. Winston smiled. As the lead apartment maintenance man, he had seen a lot of girls come and go. But this Aubree, she was special.

He remembered watching her step out of her car. He had been smitten from the start. She had long shiny brown hair. Her eyes were dark and enticing. Her face had a certain girlish innocence that made him rock hard. Her lips were soft and full. She was slender and fit but not overly skinny, like so many young girls tended to be these days. Her cleavage hinted at the natural ample breasts hidden just beneath her tight half-shirt which exposed her bare midriff and adorable bellybutton. Her hip-hugger jeans were tight and highlighted her firm buttocks which swayed seductively as she walked. Her flip-flops revealed her curvaceous ankles and cute toes. This girl was an eleven on a scale of one to ten!

Winston had held back, waiting in the lounge, listening to Aubree’s initial interview with the apartment manager. Eighteen years old ... first apartment ... fresh out of high school. Yum! He had crossed his fingers, hoping that she would be approved. He had continued listening to the interview and was even more enticed when she revealed she would be living alone. Wow! The possibilities were enormous! He was delighted to hear the manager say she was approved for apartment 22B. Her apartment would be directly across the swimming pool from his own place ... and just one floor lower. What luck!

Later that afternoon, while the manager was out, Winston had snuck into the office and located Aubree’s file conveniently laying on the desk. After a quick trip to the copy machine, Winston had his own “Aubree file”. Hopefully soon, the file would be a bit thicker.

That evening, Winston had read over Aubree’s application...

* Full-time student attending Mercham Christian University on a scholarship.

* Honor roll student majoring in Arts/Dance

* From the small town of Reed (a good three hundred miles south of the city)

* Employed part-time at the Donut Palace (morning shift)

* Hobbies included “swimming, laughing, dancing and meeting new people”

Aw goodness! What a sweet girl ... It’s almost a shame ... almost, but not quite ... Winston laughed out loud.

The next day, the manager had instructed Winston to make 22B “ready to move in”. He had nodded, “My pleasure, miss”. This time it wasn’t his English background which caused him to be polite...

Winston cleaned up 22B meticulously, paying particular attention to the windows. Those windows needed to be perfectly clear and clean and oh ... by the way, the blinds in the living room were stuck in the open position. They would need some maintenance work for sure.

Chapter 2: Relaxing Morning

Aubree opened the door and dropped her purse on the floor. Kicking off her shoes and socks, she practically collapsed onto the couch. What a morning! Four hours at the Donut Palace and now studying. Darn. And, I’m not even ready for the test tomorrow! Between school and work, I’ll never have any “me time”! She shot a glance at the wall clock. 11:14 AM ... I really should be studying ... But, I need to relax a little.

Aubree stood up and walked to the bathroom. Underneath the sink, she found what she was looking for. The stash! She pulled out the plastic bag and held it to her nose ... mmmm, good stuff! Aubree had developed a fondness for marijuana during her days growing up in the small town of Reed. You see, there just wasn’t much going on in Reed and most of the kids had taken to smoking a little pot here and there. Aubree had found smoking to be relaxing and always made sure to have a little on hand at all times. She grabbed a small white pipe from underneath the sink along with a lighter bearing the images of jumping dolphins.

Sitting back down on the couch, Aubree loaded the pipe. She was suddenly aware of the open blinds. She went over and pulled the chain to close the blinds. They didn’t close. Oh my Gawd! I just moved in this place! Aggravated, she lit the pipe and took a couple of drags. She let the feeling slowly wash over her tense body. mmmmm. Just what I needed ... After a couple of more drags, she extinguished the pipe and put the bag and pipe under her coffee table. Now, to take care of these darned blinds...

“Hello? Yes, this is Aubree in 22B. Yes, thank you. I just discovered my living room blinds won’t close. Could you send someone up here to fix them? Mmm ... hmmm. Yes, I’ll be here for the rest of the afternoon. Thanks.” Aubree sat back down and opened her textbook.

Winston glanced at his watch... 11:04 AM. He adjusted his binoculars and focused on 22B. Still no movement. Damn it! She works part time in the mornings! Where is she? Has she got some damned boyfriend? These American girls are all whores. Winston slammed the binoculars down and lit a smoke. Fucking bitch. He pulled heavily on the cigarette. That damned girl had better not ... wait ... was that movement? Winston snatched the binoculars up and glared into them. Yep ... oh yes ... There she was. He watched her take her shoes and socks off and sit on the couch. Oh yes, you sexy little vixen. Show Uncle Winston something, baby. He adjusted the binoculars to zoom in at full magnification. Would you look at those tits? Oh Jesus, help me. Winston watched as Aubree stood up and passed out of view. Come back to Uncle Winston, baby. Don’t leave me this way. Winston grabbed his crotch and gave a squeeze. Come on, bitch. He watched her sit back down on the couch. He saw her walk to the window as if looking out. What’s she doing? Winston focused intensely. She sat back down and there was the flash of a lighter. I’ll be damned! A little dope smoker! He watched her load the bowl and take a couple of puffs. He quickly grabbed his camera and zoomed in. *** Snap *** Snap *** Oh yes, baby! Give Uncle Winston some ammo!

After several more pictures, Winston watched Aubree place the illegal materials under her coffee table. What a bad little girl. Smoking dope. What would daddy say? You’re in trouble now! He watched her pick up the phone. Who is she calling at this time of the day? Surely not some college punk? Oh baby, why? You need an older man to take care of you. He snapped a couple of more pictures of her hanging up the phone. Putting down the camera, Winston reached for the binoculars. Suddenly, his two-way radio went off ... BEEP BEEP BEEP ... Winston jumped. What the frig?!? Damned manager!

“Yes madam?”, Winston spoke politely into the two-way.

“Living room blinds, 22B. Check them out, please.”, the two-way radio crackled.

“Oh, yes madam.”, Winston smiled.

Aubree was trying to focus but she was feeling a little buzzed. She tried to concentrate on the textbook but to no avail. Screw this! Slamming the book onto the coffee table, she reached for the remote control. Flipping through the channels, she was startled by a knock at the door. Oh ... maintenance.

Getting up, Aubree pulled her shirt down and straightened her pants. She quickly lit the incense candle on the table. Shaking her hair out, she opened the front door. She was shocked to see the man from the third floor who had ogled her at the pool.

“I’m here to fix your blinds, miss.”

Aubree was nervous and somewhat embarrassed. This was definitely the same guy who had been taking her pictures at the swimming pool only the day before yesterday. Wasn’t it? Was it him? She couldn’t be sure. It looks like him. He reminds me of someone else...

“You’re with maintenance?” Aubree considered the man’s accent. English ... Australian? He’s definitely not from Alabama.

“Yes, miss. Maintenance.” The man’s eyes seemed to travel up and down her body.

“Yeah. Okay. It’s my window blinds. They don’t seem to shut.” Aubree motioned towards the window.

“Let’s have a look.” The man entered, tool belt jingling.

Aubree watched the maintenance man walk over to the window. Is this the guy with the camera? Is this the freak from the pool? Looks like him but ... Her toes clenched the carpet under her bare feet. She held her hands across her breasts and looked nervously at her phone lying on the coffee table.

“So, what do you think?”, Aubree tried to make conversation.

“Well. It looks like something’s definitely out of place here, honey. Something just doesn’t smell right.” The man was pulling on the chain to operate the blinds.

“Wha ... What do you mean?” Aubree was way nervous. She could smell the pot smoke. She hoped he wouldn’t. “Can you fix it?” Aubree flipped the switch to turn on the ceiling fan.

“Sure. I can fix it, honey. But it’s going take some work.” The older man looked at her over his shoulder. Aubree didn’t like the way he looked at her.

“What do you mean? How long will it take?” Aubree felt her bottom lip quivering. This guy was making her real uncomfortable. She smoothed over her shirt with one hand while brushing a long strand of hair from her eyes with the other.

“Oh ... I don’t know. What’s that smell? It smells strange.” The man turned around and looked at her. His gaze was harsh and cold.

“Wha ... wha ... smell?” Aubree was in a panic. She tried to control her emotions.

“Smells like marijuana. Have you been smoking marijuana, young lady?” He smiled.

“No. No ... what do you mean?” Aubree stepped towards the phone.

The man sat down on the couch, placing his hand over Aubree’s phone.

“Marijuana, miss. Smells like somebody’s been smoking some illegal tobacco.” The man laughed. “Now what’s this?”. Reaching under the coffee table, he pulled out Aubree’s bag of weed. “Well ... well. And, what pray tell do we have here, missy?”

“I ... I don’t know. I ... it’s my friend’s, I think ... I...” Aubree was terrified.

She watched the maintenance man open the bag of weed and hold it to his nose.

“This smells like some pretty strong stuff.” Winston shot a glance at Aubree. “I bet this stuff will stay in your system for awhile. I wonder what would happen if the the dean of your university were to get a call about one of his honor students smoking a little dope? I further wonder if he’d want a urine sample?” Winston stroked his chin thoughtfully. “You know ... I’d be willing to bet that fancy christian university of yours wouldn’t look to favorably on a student hooked on drugs. What do you think?”

Aubree was really nervous and getting a bit angry too. “Look you jerk, you’re here to fix the blinds, not to pry into my private affairs! How do you even know anything about me?” She tried to sound brave but was horrified at the way her voice faltered.

“Is that a fact?” Winston walked over and waved the bag in front of Aubree’s face. “Well I’m sure the dean would like to hear about this and the police would REALLY like to hear about it. Not to mention, apartment policy frowns on illegal substances ... in fact, it’s a violation of your lease, little missy.” He took a step closer to the shaking girl.

“Look. Just stop it. What do you want me to say? I’m sorry. Please just let it go mister.” Aubree realized she was pleading.

Winston laughed. “And what would you say if I told you I had some pictures of you smoking a little of the pot to go along with this bag? I think they would call that proof positive.”

“Okay. Okay. Listen. I’ve got money, mister ... I can give you money. Just let it go, okay? I made a mistake. I understand what you’re saying but I can’t change it now. I promise I’ll stop smoking the stuff ... I know it isn’t good for me and...”

Winston reached out and placed a callused finger over Aubree’s lips stopping her in mid-sentence. Leaning down, his face was just inches away from the trembling girl.

“Shhhh ... You quiet down now, little miss. You’re just talking yourself into a corner. Best thing for you to do is just pipe down.” Winston placed the bag in his shirt pocket and took a step back. “Now, I’m not an unreasonable man, little missy. I know you’ve got a lot going for you and I don’t want to see your whole life get screwed up over a little dope. But, we’ve got a problem here and I can’t just ignore it. Wouldn’t be right or honorable of me” Winston liked how easily the young girl had taken his bait.

He let his eyes travel over Aubree’s delicious body. Damn would you look at this little tart? Prettiest little face I’ve seen in years and man, look at those tits! Sexy ass ... great legs ... and those lips. Damn she has some pretty lips. They look so soft. Wonder how they would feel wrapped around my cock? His eyes continued to wander over her body. Nice legs ... I’ve already seen those legs, nice and bare in her little tight bikini. Cute little toes too. I’d love to suck on them...

Aubree watched the man’s eyes as they traveled over her body from head to toe. They seemed to get a distant glazed look, as if he was in deep thought.

She took a step back. “Look mister. You can let it go. I promise I won’t smoke anything else. Really. I can give you some money and maybe tell the manager what a great job you did here ... you know ... give a compliment to your boss ... maybe get you a raise or something ... And you’re making sense about the drugs ... I do have a lot to lose. It was very stupid of me. I’ve learned my lesson. Please ... I...”

Winston suddenly seemed to wake up from a daydream. “Quiet, missy. I won’t listen to anymore whining out of you. You made a big mistake here and I can’t just overlook your bad behavior. The way I see it, there’s two choices here. Either I go to the police, your school and the management here at Green Meadow or...” he trailed off.

“Please, mister.” Aubree was beside herself and could feel warm tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to hold them back. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. “Please ... I’ll ... I’ll ... do anything.” Her voice became weak. She couldn’t raise her eyes from the carpet. She focused on her bare feet, toes clenching in the carpet. She held one arm over her body and one hand over her mouth. She felt sick with fear.

Winston smiled. Well, well, little girl ... you sure don’t seem like so much of a stuck up little college girl now ... you’re in trouble ... and you know it. Good. Nothing like a girl in trouble ... Winston felt his penis stiffening in his pants. He adjusted his tool belt.

He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well. There is another way.” He rocked back and forth on his heels, as if thinking. “You’ve done a bad thing here and you have to be punished. Can’t let that part go ... But, we can keep the punishment between you and me. I can handle your discipline and keep it away from the authorities. But, you’ll have to be punished ... and severely. Do you understand me, young lady?”

“Yes ... I ... understand you.” Her voice trailed off.

“Well. The decision is yours missy. We can take this down the proper channels or I can punish you myself. What will it be?” Winston was bursting with joy. I’ve got this little vixen just where I want her. “Well? Speak up, miss. I can’t hear you. My punishment or the authorities? What will it be?”

Aubree felt tears trickling down her pretty cheeks. She couldn’t hold them back any longer, she was scared. If he gets the authorities involved, my parents will find out. Daddy and momma will be so ashamed. I will lose my scholarship, my apartment and maybe ... my freedom. But, if I let him punish me I don’t know what he’ll do ... and look at how he’s looking at me! Pervert! What should I do?? Her eyes roamed over her new apartment. The couches ... the coffee table ... the picture on the wall above the small fireplace ... the dolphin statues on her entertainment center ... her textbook thrown face down on the table ... what should I do???

“Well? Make your mind up, little missy. I haven’t got all day. I’ve got work to be doing. Now, I’m offering you a way out. Take it or leave it. My punishment or the authorities. Make up your mind.” Winston looked stern.

Aubree’s mind raced. She wished she weren’t buzzed. She couldn’t think clearly. “Okay. I’ll take your punishment. Just please don’t call the police.” Aubree dropped her head in shame.

Winston was delighted. His penis was fully erect and only getting harder by the second. “Okay. Now you’re talking reasonably. That’s a good first step.” He walked over and stood a few inches in front of Aubree. “Now, let’s get something straight right out of the gate. I will punish you ... and harshly. Whatever happens will be between the two of us. Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes.” Aubree placed one bare foot on top of the other.

“And you’ll do exactly what I say. Without question. If you disobey me at any time, it’s over and I’ll call the police. Do you understand?” Winston’s eyes burned into the young girl’s face.

“Yes.” Aubree began to weep. The tears were coming out like a fountain.

“Yes what?”, Winston asked.

“What do you mean? I...” Aubree was confused.

“You will address me as sir. Where I come from, young girls have respect for their elders. Respect is something you American girls don’t have enough of but I intend to change that with you. Now ... Yes what?”

“Yes ... sir.”, Aubree complied.

“That’s better. Now come over here and stand in front of me, girl.” Winston sat down on the couch.

Aubree dragged her feet as she walked towards the couch. Her mind was in a drug induced fog, tinged with panic.

“Stand up straight, girl!”, Winston demanded. “Hands on top of your head! Shoulders back.”

Aubree complied, placing her hands in a laced position behind her head.

“Spread your legs, girl!”

Aubree let her bare feet slide across the carpet until her legs were fully spread.

“Do you have any other drugs, girl?”

“No.”

“No, what?” Winston looked the girl directly in the face.

“No, sir.” Aubree couldn’t take her eyes off the carpet.

“That’s right. I am a sir. You are a little girl. Understand, girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now let’s just see if you’re lying.” Winston placed his hands on Aubree’s ankles and began moving up, patting down both legs and stopping with his hands on her waist.

“Anything in here?” Winston placed a hand between Aubree’s leg’s and moved up to her crotch, squeezing tightly. “Well?”

“No ... sir ... I don’t have anything else ... Is this really necessary?” Aubree felt sick.

“What did I say about questions, young lady?” Winston slapped Aubree’s thigh.

“No questions, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Damn right, girl. Now turn around!” Winston grabbed Aubree’s hips and spun her around. His eyes were level with that gorgeous ass. He began feeling her butt through her jeans. He squeezed and pinched and ended up with a finger over her rectum. “Anything hidden up here?” He applied pressure.

“No, sir. Nothing. Please, mister.” Aubree was shaking.

Winston let his hands slide up her sides all the way under her arms. “Lift your arms, girlie.”

Aubree raised her arms above her head. She felt the man’s hands moving up and down her back and then move around to her tummy. He rolled her shirt up slowly and she could feel his hands caressing her soft stomach. His fingers were all over her smooth flesh and she felt one finger in her bellybutton, outlining her navel in a circular motion. Suddenly, his hands were underneath her shirt, squeezing her breasts through her bra. She felt his fingers slipping under her bra, touching her mounds.

“Turn around, girl.”, Winston commanded.

Aubree turned to face him. She wanted to pull her shirt back down. It was all the way up over her bra. She held back the urge, out of fear.

“Down on your knees and open your mouth.” Winston placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her knees. “Open your mouth, girl!”

Aubree felt his callused fingers inside her mouth, under her tongue and on her teeth.

“Anything in here, girl?”

“No, sir. Nothing.” Aubree held her head in shame, her arms crossed over her body as Winston sat back in a reclining position on the couch. He placed his hands behind his head and put his feet up on the coffee table. He watched as she hurriedly pulled her shirt back down, in an attempt at modesty. Winston smiled. You weren’t quite so modest at the swimming pool on Saturday ... in your tight little bikini ... showing off your young body like a little whore...

“Now, it’s time you had the start of your punishment, little miss. And, don’t expect that I will be gentle with you because you’re a girl. You’ve done a bad thing and you must be punished for it. Do I make myself clear, little girl?”

Aubree chewed on her bottom lip. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Get across my knee.” Winston sat up and pulled Aubree to a standing position. “Over my knee, girlie.”

“Why? Look ... you’ve searched me. Please stop this.” Aubree was sobbing like a little girl. She had never been so humiliated in her life.