bacardi8
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- Sep 21, 2001
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Background: Fresh from college, my girlfriend and I were about to start new jobs in the city. Katie was going to be Personal Assistant to the director of a big record label, and I'd finally got a break as a trainee journalist on a national paper. We were so excited - not only at the thought of our new careers, but also at the possibility of getting a place of our own. Without flatmates to worry about, we could finally let our animal passions loose - no more biting down on the bedsheets to stifle our screams of ecstacy, no more slowing of our pace to stop the bed from hitting the wall quite so violently, no more restriction to the bedroom...
The only snag was finance. After a few weeks of searching, we started to realise the only places we could afford on our pitiful "salaries" (if you could call them that) were genuine health hazards which even rats seemed to steer clear of. Then an estate agent said he had a particular client that might be of interest to us; he was a young executive who had to leave the country for a year or two, and wanted to let his apartment out to a "nice responsible couple" at a very reasonable rate til he returned.
Rob IC: And so it was that Katie and I found ourselves in possession of the keys to a penthouse apartment near the river for a token rent. The place was fantastic - huge double bedroom with ensuite, openplan kitchen and dining room, sitting room with views over the city and (this was the unbelievable bit) a rooftop jacuzi!
When the owner had shown us round he'd been far more interested in us as a couple than anything else. Our potted self histories must have satisfied him: Katie was 21, had studied english and swam for the college team after attending an all girls school; I was 21 too, had studied history and been on the college hockey and football teams. The owner himself was called Ben and at just 26 was running his own company (didn't say what...). I could tell from his many appreciative glances at Katie that he fancied her, and thought this was one of the main reasons he chose us to look after his flat. But what the hell, I didn't mind a few wandering eyes if it netted us this place!
After a day of unpacking, Katie and I found ourselves gazing out over the city rooftops from our new home. "How perfect" I thought, as I slipped my hand down to cup her pert arse cheek with my hand.
OOC: ok, what Rob and Katie don't know is that the apartment is loaded with hidden cameras...
Sorry for the wordy start btw, got a little carried away. promise there'll be less verbiage and more action in next posts ;-)
The only snag was finance. After a few weeks of searching, we started to realise the only places we could afford on our pitiful "salaries" (if you could call them that) were genuine health hazards which even rats seemed to steer clear of. Then an estate agent said he had a particular client that might be of interest to us; he was a young executive who had to leave the country for a year or two, and wanted to let his apartment out to a "nice responsible couple" at a very reasonable rate til he returned.
Rob IC: And so it was that Katie and I found ourselves in possession of the keys to a penthouse apartment near the river for a token rent. The place was fantastic - huge double bedroom with ensuite, openplan kitchen and dining room, sitting room with views over the city and (this was the unbelievable bit) a rooftop jacuzi!
When the owner had shown us round he'd been far more interested in us as a couple than anything else. Our potted self histories must have satisfied him: Katie was 21, had studied english and swam for the college team after attending an all girls school; I was 21 too, had studied history and been on the college hockey and football teams. The owner himself was called Ben and at just 26 was running his own company (didn't say what...). I could tell from his many appreciative glances at Katie that he fancied her, and thought this was one of the main reasons he chose us to look after his flat. But what the hell, I didn't mind a few wandering eyes if it netted us this place!
After a day of unpacking, Katie and I found ourselves gazing out over the city rooftops from our new home. "How perfect" I thought, as I slipped my hand down to cup her pert arse cheek with my hand.
OOC: ok, what Rob and Katie don't know is that the apartment is loaded with hidden cameras...
Sorry for the wordy start btw, got a little carried away. promise there'll be less verbiage and more action in next posts ;-)
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