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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM 
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies of 
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is 
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

I'm taking this as a general permission.

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                                 Landlady
                                by deirdre  


     It was a really nice upstairs flat. The woman who was looking for a 
roommate was a cool customer, but I could see she kept the place neat and 
tidy, and she seemed like the type of roommate who would be no trouble at 
all. I decided to go for it, and moved in.

     I figured that Leslie, my roommate, would loosen up after a few days, 
but after two weeks she was still very cool and I began to wonder. After 
the first couple of days, she never said anything unless she specifically 
wanted something. If our eyes met, she would give me a vague smile, then go 
about her business. Most of the time, she just silently went through the 
motions of life: she would get up, shower, get dressed, make her own 
breakfast, eat, wash her breakfast dishes, and go to work, all without a 
wasted minute or word. Evenings when she got home from work were similar. I 
never saw her watch TV or go out on a date even though she was tall, 
slender and blonde and had this look about her that I'm sure would make men 
think she was the classiest woman they ever met. Some evenings she would go 
to her room and sometimes I think she went out.

     After a month, I was beginning to feel strange about Leslie and 
wondering if it had really been a good idea to room with her. It would be 
nice to have someone to talk to at home. I had talked with our landlady a 
couple of times and she was very friendly. Her name was Sandy and she and 
her husband lived in the flat downstairs and I often saw them when I was 
going out or coming in. She would always say hi, and we struck up 
conversations a couple of times. Then one saturday, she asked me if I'd 
like to go shopping with her.

     I felt a little silly at how excited I got inside--I felt this is what 
I would like from a roommate: go shopping together; talk and gossip. We got 
to the mall and ate lunch at the food court and talked. Sandy was so easy 
to talk to compared to Leslie. Then we browsed the shops, trying on clothes 
and occasionally buying. I ended up buying some designer jeans and a sexy 
halter top, of all things. It isn't what I usually buy, but somehow Sandy 
talked me into it. She said it was perfect for a wild night on the town. 
Sandy bought a couple of blouses and we went home.

     When we got back, Sandy insisted that I come in and we try on our 
purchases again. She got us beers, and I got in the jeans and halter. She 
insisted I let out my hair, and gave me a pair of heels to try on with 
them. I must admit, I was something to see in that mirror: I don't know how 
she convinced me to get that outfit. But Sandy was ecstatic. She insisted 
that this was exactly the outfit that I needed.

     She put some dance music on, and insisted I try dancing in it. It took 
me a little while to get used to dancing in such high heels, but I got a 
little bit better after a few minutes. She said I'd have men begging at my 
feet when they saw me like this, that I had a body men would kill for and 
said I could easily make my living as an exotic dancer if I had to. I was 
doubting her, but secretly I was excited about what this might do for my 
love life.

     Then she suggested that I try a little striptease. I must have looked 
at her funny, because she went on to say that I'd be good at it and it 
could come in handy in my own bedroom when I was trying to make a man feel 
*real* good. She also said she'd like to see what I would look like as an 
exotic dancer. I began to wonder about her: did her husband take her to 
strip joints? And she didn't mind going? But she convinced me to try, and 
insisted that I try taking off the jeans while dancing. I probably would 
have taken the halter off first, but she was insistent.

     Well, I took them off, and she looked so pleased. She said men would 
just die. She told me to dance in the high heels in just the halter top. 
Well, I did it, and the truth is I did feel really sexy and felt like I 
could have any man going. I don't know how long I danced like that, but 
after a while, she said she heard her husband coming in and I quickly got 
the jeans on again.

     Well we met her husband Mike in their living room, and Sandy 
immediately wanted me to show him how I danced. She was asking Mike's 
opinion and getting him to say that men would fall all over me. I just kind 
of basked in the glow. Then she asked me to strip off my jeans again. She 
was telling Mike how he just had to see this. But I just couldn't do 
it--not in front of Mike; and it was horribly embarrassing having Sandy 
suggest it like that. I did my best to excuse myself and went upstairs 
right away, wondering what was going on.

     When I got away from them, it struck me as really weird that Sandy 
wanted me to do all that. Was she Lesbian? And I was weird to have gone 
along with it as much as I did. I felt really uncomfortable about Sandy, 
and felt a little loss that I thought I had found a kindred spirit. Was it 
true that she just wanted Mike to see the show I had put on for her before? 
It seemed nice that they were so comfortable with each other that she could 
do something like that without feeling jealousy. Or were they...well, I 
couldn't think about it. I wished I knew that it was all innocent.

     That night, I had no date and ended up going to bed fairly early. Then 
I heard the sound of high heels walking and going down the back stairs. 
Curiosity made me get up to investigate. I found the door to the back 
stairs open, and in my nightgown, robe, and bare feet, I went downstairs. I 
could hear the TV running, and occasional talking. I crept to the living 
room, and peeked in. There were no lights on except the TV which was 
playing some television movie. Leslie was on the floor, on her hands and 
knees, in heels and a halter, and nothing else! She was between Mike's legs 
and was obviously sucking his cock. Mike was dressed, and watching TV as 
was Sandy who was sitting in another chair!

     I just stood there and stared. Leslie just stayed in the same 
position, working her head. Her body was so long and smooth. I couldn't 
believe she would do such a thing. I heard Mike breath a little harder, 
hissing through his teeth, and it was obvious that he had come. Leslie 
still had her head around his cock and was obviously swallowing. Then after 
a minute, she backed out, crawled to Sandy, and put her head under Sandy's 
skirt. Sandy grabbed the back of her head through the skirt and obviously 
was pulling her head right into her crotch.

     "Well, we almost had the other bitch." I couldn't believe what Sandy 
was saying. "We'll get her next time." I just stared as Leslie obviously 
licked her cunt. What a sexy body she had. Then I crept upstairs, and went 
back to bed. That image of Leslie, naked on her knees, stayed in my head, 
and I masturbated for hours.  

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                                 Landlady
                                by deirdre  
                                   -30-


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