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Part Two: “Crunch”
The mortgage document was 88 pages, including 63 pages of notes in fine print. The side letter was just 1 page.
They signed them both and attorneys witnessed them.
Vince’s attorney was a plump, Jewish widower in his fifties.
“Blow him to say thanks.”
Melissa stared at him in shock. She was wearing a linen summer dress and a smile for the signing of the deal.
Manny grinned, taking a seat on the sofa. His sweat-slick white shirt strained against his belly.
“But …” she stood there, eyes flicking over at Manny and back.
“Manny is your new landlord.”
“What ?”
Both she and her husband Mike gawped at Vince in confusion.
“I gave your mortgage to Manny. He can turn you out into the street any time he likes.”
“No !”
“Yes. I’m assigning our whole deal over to him. Manny’s been on his own a while now. I’m sure he’ll let you keep that roof over your head, so long as you give him head, whenever he wants. Won’t you Man’ ?”
The attorney patted the empty place on the sofa next to him.
“Sure I will.”
Vince folded his arms to signify that the discussion was over.
He watched her bite her trembling lip, clenching and unclenching her fists.
Mike spoke. “But this wasn’t … the deal.”
Vince turned his head. He pointed at the documentation on the desk.
“That … is the deal.” He said coldly. “I can do what I like. I own you. I own her. And I own your home.”
She had made up her mind. She slowly walked towards grinning Manny.
“Join them.” He said to Mike. “And watch closely as she sucks him. Because in a day or two, you’re going to be blowing a gay friend of mine.”
Vince savoured the expression of horror on Mike’s face.
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“You having any more ?”
Mike looked up from the burgers grilling on the Weber. He followed the guy’s gaze over to where the young kids were all playing.
“Er … no. We’re stopping at two.”
The guy leered knowingly. “Missus won’t put out for you any more, huh ?”
Mike smiled weakly in reply.
They were having a few friends and their children over for the first holiday cookout of 2009. It had been a long, hard winter and now Spring was in the air. People were sat around outside enjoying the sunshine.
“Nice place.” The guy said, easing the top off a bottle of chilled Budweiser. He was a new neighbour, having only moved to the area recently. “You coping with the mortgage okay ?”
Mike picked up a raw carrot stick and crunched down on it with his teeth. “Yeah, kind of.”
“Where is your lovely lady by the way ? Melissa right ? I haven’t seen her yet today.”
“She’s busy in the house. She’ll be down soon.”
The guy slurped on his beer and belched. “Hey look, she’s up there at the window. She’s waving.”
Melissa stared out of the window, checking her kids and guests were okay, praying that Manny would leave soon. He’d known that she and Mike had asked people over. The bastard had turned up unannounced five minutes after the barbecue started and quietly summoned her upstairs.
“Who’s the dork with your husband ?”
Manny was peering over her shoulder. She was naked below her waist and he was pushing his damp cock against the cleft of her buttocks. He’d fucked her already on her double bed but he often liked to try and get it up a second time.
“He’s just moved in down the street.”
“Name ?”
“Bill something. He’s single. Or divorced I should say. I heard he moved away from the city to get over the break up of his marriage.”
Manny chuckled. “Not much to look at is he ? Your husband looks like he wants to punch him. Some people are just so damned irritating !”
Melissa didn’t reply. She could feel his disgusting semen drooling down the inside of her leg.
“Hey !” Manny said. “He’s seen you. Wave ! Wave for him to come up here.”
The sounds of the party filtered up into the bedroom through the open window. Everybody was helping Mike, serving the kids, dressing the salad, flipping the meat.
“Melissa feeling any better ?” a woman could be heard asking outside.
“A little. I hope she’ll come down later. But she just wants y’all to enjoy yourselves anyway.” Mike’s voice replied. “More beer ?”
“Shall we put aside some food ? How about we save her a sausage ?”
Manny chuckled at that one. He winked at Bill, who was lain across the middle of the bed, with Melissa hunched between his pale, chubby thighs. Her chestnut tresses were bobbing up and down on his sausage.
“Take your time, Bill.” Manny said. “There’s no rush.”
Finally, fifteen minutes later, Bill blew his pent up wad in her mouth, chuffed to see that his kinky new neighbour gulped it all down.
Manny dipped into his back pocket and fished out a wedge of paper. He peeled off ten sheets and gave them to Bill.
“What are these ?”
“Receipts.”
Bill held one up. It had ‘To the value of one Blowjob” typed on it.
“You keep them. Whenever you’re horny and fancy a bit of oral relief, just come on down here and present one to Melissa. Any time, but best aim for just after her kids have gone to bed. Afterwards, if you’re satisfied, you simply sign the receipt and let her keep it. She’ll want to do that, believe me.”
“What about Mike ?”
“You want a blowjob from him too ? That can be arranged.”
Bill shook his head. “No thanks. But won’t he … you know … mind ?”
Manny shrugged. “Why don’t you make him watch you next time, and find out. Now, I’m starving. Shall we go down and rejoin the party ?”
Eighteen Long Years Later
“Mister Glover will see you know.”
His sexy secretary ushered the middle-aged couple from the waiting area into his office.
Vince nodded curtly at his secretary. This one was 22 years old and provocatively dressed in a short skirt and hugging top. She gave no hint of recognition as the couple walked past her into his office.
As was his custom, he gestured at the two chairs in front of his desk.
The husband and wife looked nervously at him and at each other. They slowly sat down facing him. They were both now in their mid-to-late forties. The man was tall but slightly stooped, with receding hair, wearing a crummy suit and tie.
The woman was bleached blonde, her makeup unable to hide the lines on her face, the dark rings under her eyes. Her large breasts sagged and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra under the tight top. She was dressed in a skimpy outfit that was much more suited to a girl his secretary’s age.
Vince smiled at them, tapping the 88 page mortgage agreement on his desk. And the side letter. “Remember these ?”
They nodded their heads in silent unison.
It was November 10th, 2026. How long ago that fateful day now seemed, when they’d all signed the document. Poor old Manny was dead now. He’d suffered a heart-attack one morning four years ago. But what a way to go ! It had all been hushed up. The rumour was Manny died on his back with a smile on his face in his married mistress’s own bed.
“So,” Vince continued, “time flies, huh ?”
“Please …” the man replied, “don’t torment us.”
The housing market had long since recovered. Prices were three times what they’d been back in the depths of 08 and 09. Their nice little place would fetch three million nowadays, maybe even three five if they were lucky.
Of course, under the strict terms of their deal, all of the profit since 2008 belonged to Vince.
It was all there at the end of clause 313 on page 69 !
He chuckled at Mike. “Shut up, faggot. Not as much fun as you thought being a cuck, was it ?”
Vince turned to Melissa. “You finally fulfilled your obligation.”
It had taken her just over eighteen years; one thousand blowjobs, one thousand ass-fucks and one thousand cunt-fucks, plus a side order of a hundred various kinky extras. About half of them had been with dear old Manny, and about half with an array of other guys; some old, some young, some white, some black. Actually, it had taken her way more than a thousand of each, because some bastards never even signed the ‘receipts’ she gave them afterwards that were necessary to register as her ‘mortgage interest’.
Vince had never touched her.
Not once, after that day in his office when he heard her talking over the microphone.
Everybody wins ?
Not when Vince Glover is playing at the table.
“Please.” Her voice croaked. “Look at me, Sir.” She opened her palms. “Give us our lives back now. I beg you.”
There is a moment when even the hardest heart kinda melts a little.
Vince eased back his chair and stood up. He pushed the document towards her and crunched the summary of her ‘receipt’ totals into a paper ball.
“Take a look. I’ve signed the deed of release. It’s over. It’s all yours.”
They both looked up at him. Tears filled her exhausted blue eyes.
He stared into the eye-sensor of the latest, new-fangled intercom. Technology had come on leaps and bounds but basic human emotion hadn’t changed.
His young secretary’s voice filled the office. “Yes, Sir.”
“Come in.”
Moments later Samantha - Mike and Melissa’s 22 years old daughter - sashayed into the room. It had taken his current secretary weeks to learn that walk. She’d been on his payroll for a year.
“Your parents are just leaving.” Vince announced pleasantly, nonchalantly lobbing the paper ball at a basket hoop mounted on his office wall. “They’ve repaid their mortgage in full.”
Samantha Merrill’s blue eyes sparkled. “Wow. That’s great mom, dad.”
“And, of course, if you want to quit work here now and move on to a new job somewhere else, you’re very welcome to do so.”
Mike and Melissa looked up at their daughter, waiting expectantly.
“Leave ?” Samantha frowned. “No Sir. Why on earth would I want to do that ?”
The End
By the same Author:
Completed Novels:
“After the Pestilence” – a long (80,000 words) novel set in the near future, involving numerous characters and containing, as one reviewer said, ‘something for everyone’ (most of it is non-consensual and the humiliation is extreme, although the actual violence is mainly moderate).
“Five Words” – a long (70,000 words) Fem-domme novel, starting with just five words that changed his life. The handful of words that turned him from a husband, father and businessman to something else entirely’ (a bdsm romance).
“Best Enjoyed Cold” – A medium length (35,000 words) ‘Rape and Revenge’ thriller (non-consensual and emotionally cruel).
“Priceless” – A medium length (32,000 words) ‘Blackmail Saga’, originally conceived as a short-story, that grew into a novella punctuated by advertising industry taglines (consensual becomes non-consensual).
New Short Stories:
“Loaning Lucy” – a single part Fem-domme, lesbian short story (F/f), September 2008, that may continue depending on reviews and reader feedback
“Used Goods” – a single part Male-dom short story (M/f), September 2008
Completed Short Stories:
“A Special Relationship” and “A Special Weekend” – A fem-sub story and its sequel set in present day England of an Anglo-American relationship, involving a submissive British woman whose boundaries are pushed to their very limit by her younger dominant boyfriend during two turbulent weekends (a consensual story involving cuckqueening, female chastity and humiliation). This was originally intended as a ‘trilogy’ but due to reviews of A Special Weekend, the third instalment was canned.
“Son-of-a-Gun” – A male-dom short story set in both the mid-nineteenth century and the present day recounting the fate of two young ladies at the mercy of a desperate ship’s crew stranded on a remote island (part non-consensual and part consensual involving moderate bdsm and humiliation).
“The Ballad of Lara and Gemma” – a Fem-domme, lesbian spin-off tale from ‘After the Pestilence’, in two parts, describing the infatuation of a Domme and her unwilling female slave (all non-consensual scenes and extreme humiliation, including scat).
Unfinished Business:
“Hard Labor” – intended as a multi-part novel set in the near future but I’m afraid writer’s block has prevented continuation of the story for the moment (non-consensual)
“Short n Sweet” – a Male-dom story first posted at the same time as “Five Words”, with an invitation for readers to choose which novel was continued. Five Words won ! (consensual, at least for now ?)
“Hors d’oeuvres” and “Amuse-Bouches” (both written in English by the way !) – two collections of three ‘first chapters’ that were never continued.
Poetry:
“Supper’s Ready” – a collection of five short, light-hearted poems with a bdsm theme.
Non-Fiction:
“The Root of All Happiness” – an interview conducted for an abandoned book. I have never posted it to the BDSM Library Fiction Site. It is a transcript of a genuine dialogue with a Female-led couple and anybody interested can find it at Altairboy’s website in a posting dated August 9th 2007.
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