Paying Rent
Hi friends I thank you for the overwhelming response to my previous stories, my mailbox is flooded with your love and that motivates me so please keep them coming here I am posting one more story I hope you will love it too, mail me your comments and requests on [email protected] and add me on yahoo [email protected] I once again want to tell you all that all my stories are fictitious so please do not mail me asking the contact info of the girl just read enjoy and appreciate As a college student I can only work part time and still have enough energy to go to class. My parents help me out with some money every month, but things used to be pretty tight, but not any more. I have almost completely eliminated my rent payment. Several months ago my rent came due and I didn’t have the money to cover it. I had paid my credit card and utility bills and the money was just gone. I knew that my parents would think I’d blown it all on a party or a shopping trip, so I couldn’t ask them for more money. I was able to dodge my landlord for a few days by being very careful about coming and going and pretending that I wasn’t home, even when I was. Finally though, he caught up with me just as I was getting back from class on Friday afternoon. “Kashish, I still haven’t received your rent check.” Kshitiz said. “Yeah, listen, about the rent, is there any way I could get an extension on that?” I asked. “Are you saying you don’t have the money that you owe me?” Kshitiz asked. “Not right now, but I will at the end of next week.” I said. “The end of next week? You’re already four days past due. You know the rules, pay on or before the day that rent is due or you can be evicted.” Kshitiz said. “Please don’t evict me, my parents would kill me. There must be some way we can work this out.” I said. “Well, I suppose certain exceptions could be made for those that are willing to cooperate.” Kshitiz said with a sly smile on his face. I was creeped out because I assumed by the way he said it and the look on his face that cooperation meant having sex with the bald headed, 52 year old fat man. “There’s no way that I’m sleeping with you, I’d rather be evicted.” I said. “Oh no, I wasn’t going to suggest that you sleep with me.” Kshitiz said. “Good, then what is it that you did have in mind?” I asked. “I’ll give you to the end of next week to come up with the money, if you will take off the panties that you’re wearing right now and give them to me.” Kshitiz said. “No way, weirdo.” I said. “Very well, I guess I’ll just go to my office and start the eviction process.” Kshitiz said. He turned to go to his office. “Wait. If I give them to you I get until the end of next week to come up with the money right?” I asked. “Yes, that’s right.” Kshitiz said. “Okay, but you’ve got to wait out here while I go inside and take them off.” I said. “Fine by me.” Kshitiz said. I opened the door to my apartment, rushed inside and shut and locked the door behind me. I looked down at the front of my pants as I agonized over whether or not to go through with it, Kshitiz however was in much more of a hurry than I was. “What’s taking so long?” Kshitiz called from outside the door. “Just a second, I’m looking for something to put them in.” I said. I decided that I had very little choice but to do it so I kicked off my shoes, quickly stripped off my pants peeled my panties off, pulled my pants back on, put the panties into a fast food bag that was on the table, quickly opened the door, handed the bag to Kshitiz, and closed and locked the door as quickly as I could. “Thank you, and don’t forget, next Friday I’ll be back.” Kshitiz said. I sat on the floor propped up against the door thinking about what I had done. I had traded my panties for another week to raise my rent money. It wasn’t exactly selling my body, but I felt just as dirty as there was no doubt in my mind that Kshitiz had ran back to his office or to his own apartment with my still warm panties to jerk off. I hadn’t really thought about my underwear being an object of sexual desire until Kshitiz had requested them, but as I thought about it I could see why men might find them appealing. They were the garment that covered and protected my most intimate of places. After being worn they do carry the aroma of my womanhood. The more I thought about what had just transpired and what Kshitiz was no doubt doing with my panties at that very moment the more my fear and apprehension faded away and the more turned on I got. I spent the whole next week doing everything I could think of to raise the money, I got the cash advances on my credit cards, I sold some of my stuff to friends, but I could not come up with the money. Friday afternoon I waited nervously in my apartment. I knew that the knock would come; I just wasn’t sure when it would be. The knock came at 6:00. Standing at the door was Kshitiz, with a big smile on his fat face. “Well Kashish, have you got my money?” Kshitiz asked. “I’ve got most of it, but I couldn’t get all of it.” I said. “I don’t take instalments Kashish, once a month I expect Rs 5,000, not Rs 3000 today and Rs 2000 next week. We’re over half way to having your next month’s rent due, and with the problems you’re having this month I can only assume things will be like this or worse e next month, so I’m afraid that I’m going to have to evict you.” Kshitiz said. “Wait, maybe you don’t. I was thinking about last week and I have an idea.” I said. “Okay, what’s your idea?” Kshitiz asked. “Well, you gave me an extra week in exchange for one pair of panties. I was thinking that we might barter something similar to pay for my rent.” I said. “Last week was a special discount; one pair of panties per week won’t make up for Rs 5,000 per month in rent.” Kshitiz said.