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The Perils of Pauline
by PetShelly (petshellyisO@hotmail.com)

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When a young woman can't pay the rent, her landlord 
makes an offer she doesn't want to refuse. (MF)

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How did my life turn into one of those old silent movie 
melodramas? The ones where the heroine, me of course, 
is alone in her humble home, all long ringlets of hair 
and pouty bee-stung lips, when the landlord shows up. 

In these silent classics, he’s usually wearing a top 
hat, a black cloak, and a handlebar mustache that he 
twirls as he says "You must pay the rent!"

"But I can’t pay the rent!" I cry.

"You must pay the rent" he sneers as he gives his 
mustache an extra twirl to make his point.

Ok, so it didn’t happen exactly like that. Not a lot of 
guys wear top hats and cloaks anymore and I don’t have 
long ringlets. I also didn’t have the rent.

"You have to pay the rent" my landlord said as he stood 
in my (his?) living room. Since he didn’t have the 
Snidley Whiplash uniform, maybe I should describe him. 
He’s probably in his mid-50s, grey hair, stocky. He 
dresses as if he’s about to fix something, probably 
because he usually is. Evidently, with rental property 
there’s always something. And today that something was 
me.

I gave him all the standard excuses, ones he’s heard a 
hundred times before, but he wasn’t too impressed. He 
just kept silently looking at me as I babbled on with a 
steady, slightly bored expression on his face.

When I finally ran out of breath he said "Look, I don’t 
care about your hard luck stories. The rent’s due."

"Can’t we work something out?" I asked, thinking of 
some kind of good faith payment plan.

And then he got a smile on his face. A sly, slightly 
evil kind of smile. "Well, there is always the barter 
system."

Now if I were Pauline, I would have been shocked, if I 
even understood what the heck he meant, but I had a 
pretty good idea.

"What will it take to make the rent go away?" I asked 
quietly.

"I’ll make you a deal. You do what I want, when I want, 
for as long as I want, and you don’t have any rent. If 
not, I start eviction proceedings tomorrow and you need 
to find a new place to live."

I could have moved home to Mom. Girls my age do it all 
the time. She’d have welcomed me home, not said ‘I told 
you so’ too many times, and it would have all been 
good.

But the thought of having to obey this man’s every wish 
was intriguing. I felt myself get wet. I realized I was 
licking my lips and staring into his eyes. I wanted him 
to fuck me. Not ‘make love to me’, not ‘have sex with 
me’, but throw me on the floor, or couch, or over the 
coffee table, and fuck me.

"Yes," I whispered.

He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he silently walked 
towards me. I think he was giving me a chance to back 
out but there was no way I was going to miss this 
experience. If it was horrible I’d move home to Mama in 
the morning but I wanted to know what this man was 
like.

He reached out and gathered each side of my blouse in 
his hands, still looking in my eyes, gauging my 
response, then he ripped the shirt all the way down the 
front. And I smiled.

He laughed and said "This just might work out."

He did fuck me. He fucked every part of me. He even 
bent me over the coffee table. And before he left, he 
also made love to me. Then he told me what time to 
expect him the next day.

For six months I’ve been ‘paying the rent’. I wonder if 
I should tell him I’d be willing to pay him?

END

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