Chapter 2

Karl was outside, doing some maintenance on the property. After all those years sitting at a desk, bending over a keyboard and writing code on a green on black computer monitor, he enjoyed being outside, enjoyed the physical labor. Right now he was hanging an add-on to the main apartment sign, noting that there was a vacancy. One of the tenants that moved away. He regarded as a bit of a loss; they’d only been in the building about four months, and he hadn’t had a chance to enter into his usual rent reduction negotiations yet.

He hung out the sign, “Apartment Available. Free Internet included.”

As he backed away from the sign, he bent down to pull some weeds that were popping up through the mulch surrounding the sign. At that moment, he heard a car pulling behind him; it stopped.

Nancy was looking at him through the passenger window which she was lowering. “Karl?”

He turned to face her. Nancy was a pretty woman, 36 years old. But she had one of those strange bodies. From the waist up, she had the body of a young teenager, but from the waist down she was built like a Russian grandmother.

Through the car window, she looked pretty good, having recently done her hair, honey blond, with long curls dropping down toward her shoulder. “Yes, Nancy?”

“I need to talk to you about something. Would you be able to stop by my apartment in about half an hour?”

Karl looked at his watch. 3:30 now. “Sure. I’ll swing by about 4.”

Nancy smiled sweetly and pushed the button to roll the window up as she pulled behind the building.

‘Let’s see’, Karl thought, ‘Nancy’s rent isn’t due for two weeks. I wonder what’s up.’

Karl puttered around the yard a little more, picking up and pulling some weeds, and then headed inside. He washed up, just a little, and changed shirts. He headed up the stairs toward 2 B and heard voices in the hallway.

Nancy was speaking, “Go on girls. It is a special treat. Just go on to Dairy Queen and get dinner. Then you can go to the park and do not come home before 5:30.” A question was spoken, too soft to hear. “I’m just tired. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later.” The door closed and, as Karl rounded the stairwell, the two girls came running down the stairs. Lacey was fourteen. Brown hair just short of her shoulders, average height, slender. Little bumps under her shirt. Kaitlyn followed. Twelve years old, very blond, very pretty, gone too quick to appreciate, but a quick moment of eye contact with Karl and a smile.

Karl went up to the door and was about to knock, when the door opened. Nancy was standing there. She had put on fresh lipstick, brushed her hair and was wearing a cheap satin bathrobe. “Hi Karl,” Nancy said. Taking him by the hand and leading him into the apartment. She closed the door behind him, and immediately turned and picked up two glasses. Pressing one of them into his hand, “Bourbon, right?” she inquired. She drank hers down quickly and walked away toward the middle of the room.

“Sure, thanks. So, what can I do for you today, Nancy? Plumbing problem? Stove working OK? Air conditioning?”

She leaned back on her left foot. Her right leg stuck out from the gap in her robe. She apparently did not have on pajama pants.

“No, Karl. This is ... well, kind of embarrassing. Things have really slowed down at work. I got my hours cut ... which is better than getting laid off ... and I can’t find a second job. I mean I’d waitress or anything. But there is nothing out there. So things are really tight, and I’m gonna have trouble making the whole rent this month. I was wondering if there was anything you could do ... or I mean, I could do to get a discount on the rent.”

“Boy, I don’t know. Things are pretty tight for the owner too, Nancy. We have a couple empty units. I don’t know.”

Nancy walked over to the kitchen counter and poured another drink for herself. She dropped in a couple of ice cubes and almost immediately slammed the whole drink down.

“I’d, uh, do anything you needed if you could help me out. Money’s really tight this month.” She sat down on the couch, facing him, her back half against the back of the couch and half against the plush arm. Her feet were on the floor.

“I feel like we’re beating around the bush here, Nancy.” He knew where this was going, but Karl liked puns. “Why don’t you tell me what you have in mind?”

“Well,” she said, “I’ve heard rumors about certain, um, discounts that are available.” With that, she left her right foot on the floor, but lifted her left foot up and hooked it over the back of the couch. Untying her robe, she completely exposed herself. She had on nothing under the robe but a bustier. Her ample labia were completely exposed.

Karl’s eye went right to her pussy. Lips protruding. Lovely and inviting. But it was hard to ignore those thighs. At least twice what they should have been for her upper body. And flabby. But the pussy. She had shaved it. From the razor burn, probably this morning. That’s nice. “Reach down with both hands and spread it for me.”

Nancy seemed unsure, then did as she had been told. Pulling her labia open revealed that she had a gape in her vagina. Karl knew what he was going to find, but he decided to check anyway. He tried to insert his finger, but she was not yet wet. He licked his index finger and slipped it inside. This was a woman who needed to do her Kegel exercises, and had not. He could probably put half his hand in there and never touch the sides, Karl thought, cruelly.

He pulled his hand back, slipping his finger out of the puss. With the back of his hand, he slapped her left thigh. It jiggled. “I thought you said things were tight,” Karl said, with a cruel bit of emphasis on the last word. Nancy looked at him, at first unsure what to do, and then, thinking she understood, she pulled her foot off the back of the couch. She lifted herself up and turned over, slipping off the robe and dropping it on the floor. She put her face into the corner of the couch, her chin on the bottom cushion. Her face disappeared into the corner; one cheek against the back cushion, one against the arm. She readied herself for the pain of having her anus opened. Pushing her ass into the air, she reached a somehow wet finger back through between her legs and began to play with her own butt hole. Slipping a finger into her anus, she tried to relax it in preparation.

Karl looked at this new sight. Again tempted. Really tempted. A woman’s ass had such a different feel than a pussy. Smooth and tight. But part of the excitement of a buttfuck was the view. And while watching his cock go in and out of Nancy’s brown hole, he would inevitably see her enormous ass, cellulite jigging the whole time. He slapped her on the ass, hard. More jiggling. And it lasted a while.

She was startled by the slap. “Raise up there, Nancy. That’s not what I had in mind, either.” Karl walked to the end of the couch. Nancy had placed her hands on the arm of the couch and was raising herself up. With her hands just below her rising chin, she looked expectant, almost begging. As she rose up, the bustier pulled down and her nipples, and then most of her breasts, pulled free from the top.

“Hold that pose, Nancy,” Karl instructed, not quite sternly, but not instructing nicely either; certainly not asking. “Don’t move.”

He walked into the kitchenette. He grabbed another glass and set his own down. He dropped a couple of ice cubes into one, four or five into his own, then filled the 10 ounce tumblers with whiskey from the bottle on the counter. He walked back into the living room. Nancy looked like a puppy begging for a treat. He handed her the fullest of the glasses. “Slam it down.” Apparently used to following instructions, Nancy immediately gulped down the liquor. She shivered a bit as she finished. As she drank, Karl walked over to the book case and picked up an 8 x 10 picture from the shelf. Nancy could not see what picture he had. He walked back over to her.