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Playing the Rent
Lately, I had been thinking of getting a hold of a top country western
singer, thinking that maybe I could make some money by selling them the
story of the last several months of my life.
It started with my car, which had never been much more than rolling metal.
Something deep in the motor finally broke and the cost of the repair was
more money than I had and certainly more than the car was worth. So I
started taking the bus.
By the time I figured out the bus routes and schedules, I had been spoken
to twice and written up once for being late to work. Since I work in an
industry whose culture has always been, "What have you done for me
lately?" when the downsizing came, I was let go in the first wave.
When the bank deducted from my account the fee I had to pay when I fell
below the minimum balance required for free checking; it effectively
closed my account. The below poverty level income that came from the
unemployment office, stopped at the end of the thirteenth week.
Two months ago I had managed to get my rent paid the day after it was due
and I did finally find a part-time job. The bad news was that the low end
job only paid me enough to cover food and half of last months rent.
My landlord of four years and I were friendly if not quite friends and he
was sympathetic enough to personally lend me the three hundred dollars I
was short, with the warning that I needed to pay him back and have the
entire rent on the first of the next month.
I don't have a girlfriend or a dog but I figure that if I did, they would
have both left me or died by now.
This evening I was spending packing up my clothes. Tomorrow is the first
and not only do I not have the rent, I only have one hundred of the three
I owe the landlord. If I give that to him, I will have no food money. I am
past broke, I am broken.
I rent a two room furnished apartment so I don't even have furniture I
could sell. The complex I live in is fairly large, with over thirty
apartments, mostly one and two bedrooms with a few efficiencies. Toward
the back lives Neal, the landlord and owner. He has his office in one
apartment and lives in the adjacent one.
I was considering slinking out in the middle of the night but I was raised
better than that and besides I figured since I was going to be homeless in
the morning, I should try to get my last safe, goodnight's sleep.
I have a sister on the opposite side of the country and figured if I could
convince Neal to let me send him his money once I got back on my feet, the
hundred bucks I had would buy a bus ticket and enough food to get me that
far. Not that I wanted to show up at her door, a twenty-four year old,
announced and broke loser.
But hey, I had my health, right?
Leaving my suitcases in the apartment I headed over to the office,
embarrassed by my failures and nervous about how my conversation with Neal
would go. To be fair, during the four tears that I had lived there, Neal
had been easy to get along with and although very businesslike, he tended
to be warm and pretty personable guy. Still, I owed him a good deal of
money and was about to break a promise.
Following the directions on the sign to the right of the door, I knocked
and entered the office. A few feet in from the door is a long, half height
wall divider with a desk behind it. Against the far wall, behind a small
sitting area, is the business's bank of file cabinets. Neal was not in the
main room.
"Hello?" I called.
From one of the two back offices I could hear some muttering and the sound
of someone opening and closing drawers. Neal stuck his head out of the
office on the left and I could see he was on a wireless phone. He waved
and motioned that he would be with me in a minute.
He ducked back into the office and after a few minutes I heard some loud
cursing and the slamming of an interior door.
Neal came out to the main room, slammed the phone into its cradle and
said, "Bitch!"
Great I thought; this is going to be fun.
"So I don't have to ask how you are doing," I said as upbeat as possible.
"She won't even tell me where my own damn files are!" Neal stormed.
"She?" I asked.
"My girlfriend, you knew she left me, right?"
"Actually, I didn't. I'm not much for keeping up on the complex gossip," I
answered.
"Well she did, not that I really care, but she was also my secretary and
now she won't tell me where some things I need are filed," he spat.
It took me a minute but I finally said, "You mean the girl who ran the
front desk was your girlfriend?"
"My, you're quick." Neal started but then caught himself. "I'm sorry, that
was unnecessary. I am just upset. Yes, Susan was my front desk person, my
secretary, the file clerk and my girlfriend. I thought everyone knew."
"Wow, I never suspected," I told him.
"Well, I insist on a professional atmosphere in the office. Now that I
have calmed down a bit, I am going to have a cup of coffee. Then you can
tell me why you do not have your rent."
"Neal it's just that I ..." I asked stammered.
"Stop, I said I would like to have coffee before you tell me about it.
Would you like a cup?"
"Yes I will. Thanks. But how did you know?"
"I have owned this building for a lot of years, I always know." Neal
laughed as he set about pouring the coffee.
Neal indicated that I should come behind the counter and sit on the small
couch. He handed me the coffee and than sat in one of the two arm chairs
opposite me.
To make small talk and hide my nervousness, I said, "I am sorry to hear
about Susan."
"Thanks but it was coming on for a long time. I will miss her, she was a
great secretary," I answered a little bitterly.
I did not know what to say to that so I kept still.
Almost as an after thought he added, "The funny thing is; she took only
the clothes on her back. Left everything else she owned; makes me wonder
if maybe she had somebody to go to."
"I'm sorry," was all I could think of to say.
"It's too late to do anything about it now. So, why don't you tell me
what's going on with you," he said.
Neal listened as I poured out my troubles. I ended with, "So I have to
leave and I really need you to be patient for a month or so about the
three hundred dollars I owe you."
"Twenty-seven hundred dollars," Neal said when I finished.
"Twenty-seven, what do you mean?" I asked startled.
"You owe me three hundred already, your lease says you are responsible for
the entire term, whether you decide to live in the unit or not. You have
four months left on the lease, times six hundred. All of that equals
twenty-seven hundred dollars," he said calmly.
I was dumbfounded and speechless. Neal just sat there watching me and
listening to my silence.
Finally into the quiet he said, "I realize you could just up and go, but
then I would have to file for a garnish on your future wages plus expenses
for collecting the debt etc."
"I know the job market is tough, but I know some people in town. What did
you used to do?" he asked.
"I uh, managed the shipping and receiving department for a large
company," I managed to get out.
"Let me think about it for a day or two. Perhaps I can help. If I can not
come up with an idea you can always take your chances and leave town." He
suggested.
"I appreciate it Neal, I really do. I am out of options at this point," I
said.
"Well you do have some skills and you do not strike me as the kind of guy
that runs out on his responsibilities. I am sure I can find a way for you
to pay me."
"Now, get out. I have files to find." He smiled as he stood and took my
cup.
I hurried back to my apartment, cautiously optimistic that Neal would find
a way to save me from having to go cross country to my sister with that
huge debt on my back.
The next afternoon when I returned from getting a ninety-nine cent burger
for lunch, I found a note from Neal pinned to my door. It said. "Come over
to my apartment at seven o'clock. I may have found an answer to your
problem."
Excited, I was knocking on the door at exactly seven. It was opened by
Neal, who was dressed in jeans, a golf shirt and sneakers. A casual
version of his office attire.
He invited me in and I was immediately amazed at his apartment. During
some past conversion, he had added the space from the unit above his into
his own apartment.
The large, open living room shared the bottom floor with a gourmet
kitchen. He told me the stairway in the corner led up to three very good
sized bedrooms and a home office on the floor above.
"This is incredible! I had no idea," I said.
"Thank you, I have been working on it for years. Would you like a drink?"
he answered.
"I, yes that would be great," I said, still staring about. I wandered
around looking at antiques and beautiful art as Neal made the drinks.
"Here," he said, "I made it strong because the solution I came up with for
you might seem odd at first and I thought the strong drink would help you
think about it with an open mind."
Despite the fact that I thought that was a weird comment, I accepted the
drink and said, "I love this area of the country and if you have a plan
that let's me stay here and gets me out of debt, then I am all for it."
"Well, hear me out first. If you agree I want it to be because you have
thought it through and have chosen to do it. I will not force you."
"Tell me the plan," I encouraged.
"It occurred to me yesterday that running a shipping and receiving
department requires attention to detail and some pretty good
organizational skills," said Neal.
"Oh it does," I boasted. "Lot's of incoming shipments that need to be
checked and accounted for. Efficient movement of stock. Paperwork, you
name it."
"Filing?" he asked.
"Oh course, all the bills of lading, transfers and manifests. It all has
to be properly filed," I said.
"So do you think you could do that for any type of office or does it have
to be shipping?" he asked.
"Gee, I never thought about it. I mean I guess filing is filing. It
doesn't matter what the papers are, so long as they are organized," I
answered, not sure where he was going.
"Then do you think you have restricted yourself by only looking for
shipping manager jobs?" questioned Neal.
"I guess I have," I answered, wondering how I had missed something so
obvious.
"In fact you could be a secretary or file clerk if an office manager job
wasn't available. Even that would have to pay better than what you are
doing now."
"Thanks Neal! I can't believe I never thought about it that way!"
Standing, Neal asked if I would like another drink. I said yes and as he
turned to leave he added, "Good then, that solves problem number one."
Elated at the new opportunities I now saw before me and starting to feel
the first drink, I asked, "Right, um, what is problem number two?"
"Where will you stay while you are looking for work, is problem number
two. I rented your apartment starting tomorrow. Sated Neal, returning and
handing me my drink.
Again, he sat and watched me as my happiness bled out.
"I'm sorry Tim, but I can't run a charity. This building is my income." He
finally said.
"No, I understand. I will be out tomorrow. At least when I get to my
sister's I can look for work in a wider scope than I was thinking before.
I thank you for that," I said,
As I pulled at my drink, a thought occurred to me. "So you made my drink
strong cause you had to tell me I was out?"
Neal smiled. "No actually, I made it strong because I do have a job offer
for you. One that would include a place to live."
"You do? What is it?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.
"You are organized and know how to file. My girlfriend left. I want you to
replace her." Neal said simply. "You could stay in the extra room upstairs
until you get on your feet."
I was dumbfounded by the generous offer. "You want me to be your
secretary?"
"I want you to replace her. Perform all her functions," responded Neal.
"And I could stay here, with you?"
"Yes."
"I'll do it! Thank you so much Neal!"
"Slow down and hear what I said. You would have to replace her. I told you
the other day, I run a professional office. It may be sexiest, but I think
the secretary in a professional office should be a woman. That is problem
number three."
Again my happiness was swept away.
"Then why did you bother to bring it up?" I almost cried.
"I made your drink so strong because there is an answer to this also.
Would you like another while you hear the solution?" asked Neal.
Looking down I realized my glass was empty. I was starting to feel the
drinks but my confusion was so great I hoped that another one might help.
"Yes, I better."
Neal sat down with our drinks and continued speaking. "I told you the
other day that when Susan left she took nothing with her. All her clothes
are upstairs. You are roughly her size and your hair is long enough that
with a bit of work you could look the part."
"You want me to dress in Susan's clothes?" I asked, bewildered.
"I need a proper secretary and you need to find a job, a place to live and
a way to pay off your debt to me. I think this solves all the problems,"
stated Neal.
"But I wouldn't be proper! The first person to come in the office would
spot me as phony and how professional would that look?" I protested.
"The only time the front desk is busy is on the first of the month. I
would handle that. I will install a buzzer lock on the door so that if
anyone does knock at other times, you can come and get me and wait in a
back office." Reasoned Neal.
I gulped at my drink. "And I would pay you off how quickly?"
"I will pay you four hundred a week, less what you want for spending money
for secretarial work. In addition, I will give you room and board in
exchange for Susan's duties around the house. You will be paid up in less
than two months."
"House duties?" my mouth said.
"Cleaning, cooking, girlfriend things," Neal said simply.
"But, when I am done I will sill have no money and no place else to
live!" I said.
"True, but you can use your down time and the office phones to look for
work and every week after you are paid up, you will earn four hundred
dollars per week to put toward an apartment. Or, you can choose to
leave," answered Neal calmly.
"I don't know Neal, it's kind of weird," I said.
"It is odd I admit. But it solves both our problems and selfishly it gives
me time to hire another secretary while you fill in. I am not forcing this
on you. Think it over tonight and if you accept the job, be here tomorrow
at six."
"And if I do not want the job?" I asked.
"Then tomorrow at six you have to be out of the apartment so I assume you
will be on a bus to your sister's. I am not threatening you Tim, but I
will get my money one way or the other. Your choice, at least think about
it," Neal told me.
Neal stood up and it was obvious to me it was time to leave.
"Neal?"
"Yes Tim."
"Could fill this up to go? And make it a triple?" I asked sheepishly,
handing him my empty glass.
I must have finished the "to go" drink that Neal gave me because the glass
was empty the next morning. I do not remember drinking it or even
considering Neal's very strange proposal. I only know that I woke up with
a headache and a firm desire to leave town. Let him come after me for the
money.
I held this thought all morning as I splurged six bucks at one of those
fancy coffee places, nursing the cup until my headache and the afternoon
were gone. Ignoring the pissed looks from the coffee house staff, I threw
the cup away and went back to my apartment.
I put the keys on the counter, picked up my suitcase, locked the door
behind me and marched out. My decisions all made I turned firmly toward
the street, and marched away proudly. So I was a failure and owed a ton of
money? Screw everyone!
A moment later, exactly at six o'clock, I knocked timidly at Neal's door.
Chapter Two
"I am glad to see you Tim," Neal said as he opened the door.
"Well, I am not sure this is the right thing to do, but I owe you. So I
figured it would be best to give it a try," I explained.
"Let me show you your room," Neal said as he led the way to the stairs.
I followed him up to a beautifully furnished guest room with its' own
bath.
"Put your things in the dresser," he instructed, adding, "Although you
won't need them for quite a while."
"I have prepared dinner for this evening, although that will be your job
going forward. It will be ready in about forty-five minutes. Take a shower
now and I will lay out something for you to wear that would be appropriate
for dinner."
"Appropriate for dinner?" I stammered.
"Yes, Susan and I usually have a formal dinner on Saturday. It was kind of
like a date night, a way to unwind after the week. Hurry now or dinner
will burn." After saying that Neal left the room.
I stuck my suitcase in the closet, not bothering to unpack it. I went to
the bathroom, sure that I had just made a huge mistake. In the shower I
wondered what the hell date night meant, but figured if things got too
weird, (as if they weren't already!), I could always bolt.
Knocking first, Neal entered the bathroom while I was still in the shower.
"I will throw your clothes in the wash room for you to do later and I have
laid out your clothes on the bed. If you need anything or want help, call
me, otherwise I will see you downstairs for dinner in a half hour," he
said over the sound of the shower spray.
When I was sure he was gone I got out of the shower, naked and nervous. I
towel dried and then using a hair dryer I found in a drawer, as quickly as
possible I did my hair, finally just brushing it back into a ponytail.
I was confused and concerned by the clothes I found on the bed. I had seen
versions of all of them before, but never waiting for me to put them on!
Still, I could tell that they were high quality. I recognized many of the
labels as name brands.
In for a penny, in for a pound I thought as I picked up the bra.
As afraid of the bra as I felt, I had to admit it was pretty. A color that
was somewhere between charcoal and pearl grey, it was completely sheer.
The thin cups were under wired and adorned with a darker although still
see through pattern of flowers. I slid it up my arms, struggled with the
clasp and then took it off.
I put it back on like a belt, clipping the three tiny hooks and then spun
them around to the back. Pulling it up, I got my hands and arms through
the straps and moved them up to my shoulders. It was a bit tight and
rubbed at my nipples in an oddly pleasant way. I did not think to adjust
the length of the straps, they seemed fine.
Deciding to put the rest of the clothes on in the order they were piled, I
picked up the garter belt. It was six inches tall and had four garters. It
was the same nice color as the bra. In fact I could see now that the
panties matched. Using the same trick as I learned on the bra I soon had
the garment in place.
Sitting down I selected the grey stockings and with some trial and error,
finally slid them up my legs and attached them to the garter tabs.
Standing up was a surprise, when the garter straps pulled tight.
At this point my movements were pretty mechanical. Although the underwear
was definitely not that of a man, my mind figured it was just clothes.
Almost like acting I had convinced myself. All that changed with the
panties.
I do not know what material any of the lingerie was made from but holding
the panty was like holding a cloud. As I stepped into them and began to
pull them up my legs, something changed. The feeling of the silky material
gliding against my stockinged legs was electrifying.
By the time the full back panty was at my waist, I was lightheaded. The
elastic held them nicely at my legs and waist, gently cupping my bottom
but it felt like I was wearing nothing. But it was a nothing that moved
and slid and caressed me every time I moved. Idly adjusting them between
my legs, I was not surprised to find I was hard.
Sighing, I picked up the simple black dress. It had thin spaghetti straps
and zippered at the side. Neal had already drawn the zipper down for me,
which for some reason I thought was sweet. Stepping into it, I was pleased
when it went up and on easily, the zipper closing with out a problem.
That left only the 2 inch tall high heel shoes on the floor beside the
bed. Sitting down to put them on caused a chorus of sensations. The
panties rubbed my cheeks, the bra straps tugged a little, the garters
released a bit of pressure. The dress slid up enough to show the tops of
the stockings.
The shoes fit exactly. I stood and the chorus sang the same song in
reverse. I tried a few experimental steps and found that although my
balance was different, I seemed to be able to walk fine. I knew I would
have to be careful on the stairs, but suddenly I was confident I would
have no trouble.
Walking to the door made everything I had on talk to me. The dress against
the stockings, the bra against my hard nipples. The panties against every
place they touched.
I opened the door and walked carefully to the top of the stairs. Looking
down I could see Neal lighting the candles on the formally laid out dinner
table. The lights in the rest of the room were lowered but not off and
there was music playing quietly.
He looked up at me and smiled as he watched me slowly descend the stair. I
knew that I should not be doing this, that it was at least peculiar if not
wrong, but I could no longer help myself. At least for now, this was a
path I was choosing. I smiled back.
I paused at the bottom and said, "Well?"
I heard him say, "I see that you really like your new clothes Timmy," but
it was not until I followed his gaze to my mid section that I realized
that I was still very hard and the slinky black dress did nothing to hide
it.
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