Tenants From Hell

[little_golden]

OCC:

Sandy Brown: Sandy is 30 year old, white woman with a college education in Accounting. She works from home and has several small businesses for clients. She is pretty with deep blue eyes and short sassy blonde hair. She stands 5'10, weighs 125 lbs and has ample proportional curves for her fine trim body. Sandy is a bit of a prude and lack street sense. Her brain is mush and she's on the verge of a breakdown between losing her home, approaching bankruptcy, the loss of her own clients, her husband's ill health and the strains on her marriage).

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Sandy's troubles started just over a two years ago, when she and her husband bought their first investment property. Being newlyweds, she was really keen on the thought of buying this low rental property on the east side of town. Her smooth talking husband had assured her that they would make a killing on it, and that they could flip it after a few months. With lovestruck eyes, she had sunk all of her money and gone into major debt to buy this "sure thing" low rental building.

Unfortunately, the 6 unit building was decrepit and wasn't in the right area after all - for the speculated development. The first year was tight as we scrambled to meet our own mortgage payments while doing repairs on the rental property and then finally getting it up onto market. While working busily during the day at our full-time professional jobs, Sandy and her husband worked many late nights and weekends to get the rental property into a "passable" state.

After four months of intense work and further investment (material and labor) we had the property ready for tenants. The problem though was that what we wanted to charge and what the market would pay were two very different items. The types of people I wanted to rent to - just weren't the type of people that wanted to pay $600 for a dumpy unit in the east side (in a crime infested neighborhood.)

As it turned out, we learned the rental property bordered on a red light district. In the wee hours of the morning there were often fights as the bars emptied and the pimps came to collect their proceeds. Of course, local people they all knew it was a rough place - respectable types just didn't want the headaches of drunks, thugs, drug dealers, hookers and cops. It was a nightmare to get people to even look at the six units - no matter how much money we sank into repairing and upgrading them.

It took six months to actually rent the first unit (a nice 2 bedroom unit with a balcony). We settled on $400 per month. The down payment was to be in installments of $50 a month added to the rent. The "charming" couple we ended up with were a real pair of losers. The "man of the house" was named Teddy Greenville and his live-in girlfriend was named Tammy Baker. On the application, they were honest enough as they explained they weren't working and collected social assistance to get by. After we had signed the lease, we made a point of having a coffee with them after we gave them their keys.

Teddy explained to us that he was glad to be out of prison and back with Tammy. He told us he had been busted for dealing cocaine and various assault charges. In an assuring tone, he promised us we wouldn't have any problems and that he was glad to be back in the neighborhood again. Teddy wasn't a big man - maybe 5'8 or 5'9 with scraggly dirty blonde hair and a unshaven face that gave him a rough look. His eyes were a deep steel blue color that looked invincible. He was muscular and wore faded ripped jeans, a dirty white t-shirt, an old jean jacket and construction boots.

Tammy didn't talk much. She just wanted the keys and for us to get out. She was a tall woman of medium build and was probably 5'10 in height. Her hair was a brownish color with darker roots. She wore her hair down and was neither attractive or unattractive. She dressed in tight black leather pants, a pink halter top, with a jean jacket for added glass, and running shoes.

After our coffee, I had a bad feeling in my stomach. My husband had tried to reassure me that everything was going to be okay now that we had a tenant for the first unit. At least, we had some money coming in and maybe the bank would give us a break or something. Maybe Teddy and Tammy had friends who would want a unit too. Maybe our back luck was changing. At this point our savings were exhausted and we were borrowing extra from the bank.
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Tammy and Teddy had been our tenants for six months when things went from bad to awful. My husband and Teddy had been arguing constantly over monies owed for rent and Teddy claim that there was work to be done on the unit. He had us in court for all kinds repairs and had accused us of sneaking into the apartment and doing things to their property. Of course we hadn't, but in the end, after more legal expenses we were ordered to stop harassing Tammy and Teddy and to make additional repairs. So far after six months in the unit, Tammy and Ted had paid us a grand total of $900 in rent. They had tagged us for $2800 in repairs - electrical upgrade, railings, fridge repairs, new furnace and new carpets. It was a nightmare - my husband was getting sicker and sicker from the stress. It was affected me too - I'd lost weight. Our marriage was on the rocks.

We were about eight months into the lease when my husband was mysteriously brutally beaten up in a nearby alley after trying to collect the rent. The police said it was a random beating, mugging and car theft. My poor husband was put in intensive care and being self employed our stream of money began to dry up while new medical expenses started to escalate. I knew he'd be in the hospital for months and then rehab for maybe a year. They'd beat him so bad that I barely recognized him when saw him the morning after the beating.

Immediately, I figured it was Teddy and Tammy. But I had no proof. I wanted my own revenge but the system was protecting them. I couldn't get the rent, I couldn't evict them and I could barely contact them for fear they charge us with harassment again. The system sure didn't seem fair.

After ten months I was in hopeless despair. Our family home was now sold and the monies went to pay medical bills and bank loans. My efforts to sell the rental property were in vain. No investor wanted to pay what I needed to cover the purchase price and all the investments. The few that looked at the place were scared off by crazy Tammy and Teddy. I have five vacant units! Teddy discouraged potential renters by having a big German Sheppard running lose on the property.

I had no choice with the house sold off. I needed a cheap place to stay. I'd have to move into one of the units. It was a scary thought!

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OCC: (This is built on an older thread of mine).

I'd like to play the role of Sandy.

I'm open to players for Tammy and Teddy. Of course both Tammy and Teddy are evil vile creatures who want to abuse and wreck Sandy's life! This is a dark thread where anything goes!)

(Please jump in or PM me).

 

[baseball_guy]

May i be Teddy?

 

[penprick]

I pm'd for the Teddy role.

 

[longhardnight]

OCC:
john blyth
John is a large man, about 6 foot tall, and 200 pounds. Well built, his frame was tight, with defined musculature, but not bulging. his hair was unkempt, needing to be cut, but that was the way he liked it. Despite his appearance, he blended well into crowds, witch was a good thing. A man in his profession did not need to draw attention to himself. but one-on-one, he look into a person's eyes and freeze them in their tracks. His blue/ green eyes just had that effect, it worked well on women ... and he liked it that way.
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John was not terribly happy as he sat outside the cafe`, he already had his own home, and loved it. But Mike didn't need john to be upstate, he needed him down town.

John thumbed through the apartment ads, and found one that was promising. Within six blocks of were he need to keep his eyes, and cheap. That would at least make Mike happy, since he was after all covering the expenses.

John called the number for the listing, but got an answering machine. The female voice on the recording sounded nice, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all,
"Hi, Sandy was it?
My name is John Blyth, and I'm interested in looking at one of the units you have open, preferably a two bed room one if you have it."

He left his contact information, and the best time for him to come down to look at unit.

 

[little_golden]

Moving into the dumpy upstairs two bedroom unit had been awful. This was one of the units they hadn't repaired. She needed to rent out the good units to paying tenants. She regretted having to sell off a lot of their stuff like the cars, dining room furniture, leather furniture, sound system, and most her own jewelery. The bank was merciless in insisting on full and prompt payment otherwise they would foreclose on the loan. If they did that, she was bankrupt!

Most of her stuff from the house was still in boxes. The movers insisted on being paid in advance once they knew the address that she was moving into. It was certainly a slide from heaven into a real hell. She had paid them partly in cash and partly with some trades. From the look in their eyes, it was obvious that they wanted to trade for sex, but instead they settled for her TV, VCR, CD-player and a huge collection of her music.

She knew they'd ripped her off - but figured she wouldn't do much better at a pawn shop. Giving them all her cash was a bad idea since she still needed groceries and some money for connection fees. The bank account was bone dry!

Her living room had an old couch left by one of the long ago tenant. It was ripped in places but had a red velvet look to it. She had moved into her queen four poster bed into the master bedroom and it just barely fit. In the loving room she had her matching bed stand tables, and dressers. In many of the boxes she still had her expensive collection of dresses, lingerie and shoes.

The apartment walls were a grayish white color. The place smelled of cigarettes, cigars and stale rum. The kitchen and bathroom had strange odors and a layer of grime everywhere. The place was disgusting and she knew it would take her weeks to clean it to her own standards. If only she had enough money for cleaning supplies.

The message on the answering machine was the first piece of good news for Sandy in weeks. The flashing light signaled opportunity. Her husband was in no condition to use a phone, and the hospital had no reason to call either.

"It must be a potential tenant from the ad!" Sandy spoke softly to herself.

She played the message slowly as she tried to record the name and contact info...

"Hi, Sandy was it? My name is John Blyth, and I'm interested in looking at one of the units you have open, preferably a two bed room one if you have it."

Sandy wasted no time in calling him back. It rang several times before a voice on the other end. She rambled on in a educated feminine voice but obviously desperate to rent it out:

"Hi.. This is Sandy... You called about rented at unit.... You know where it is right.... Yeah I can show it... Right now if you like... I just leave across the hall.... I'm looking after the place while my husband is away.... Sure... The buzzer doesn't work.... But you just shake the door and it opens.... I'm on the second floor in 203.... I normally ask for 1st and last... but if you have first month's rent of $450.... I'll rent it to you.... But I only take cash... You understand right....Just come up"

 

[longhardnight]

John decided to take the van to look at the apartment, it was old and rusting away in spots. Leaving it parked outside over night shouldn't be a problem.

When he got to the building he fallowed the instructions that Sandy had given him, a good pull on the handle and the door opened with little resistance. "Note to self" John thought, " Don't bring anything more than you need to".

He walked up the stairs to the second floor, and then down the hall to apartment 203. He could hear a dog barking from one of the other apartments.

He knocked on the door a few times to let sandy know he was there, and turned to give the hall a second look over.

John was surprised at how quickly Sandy had opened her door, exited her apartment and closed the door behind her.

 

[little_golden]

The dog barked in the background and it infuriated Sandy. The last thing she wanted was to have a confrontation with the tenants downstairs. Their big dog was a nuisance with its barking and growling all the time. She wished the tenants would get rid of the beast before someone got bitten or potential tenants like this John fellow got scared away.

The knock on the door caught her by surprise. She ran to the door in quick leaps trying to control her excitement at the possibility of renting one of the other two vacant apartments. Dressed in a over sized T-shirt of her husband's and a pair of cut-off blue jeans she opened the door without any thought of checking out who was there. The tall, thin, curvaceous short blonde lady hadn't yet learnt the meaning of safety or security. Of course, coming from a good neighborhood, she'd never been robbed, or raped or beaten before.

To her surprise, a man stood a few feet from the door, as seemed to be looking around the hall as if inspecting the place. He was a big man, tall and heavy set, and muscular. His hair was messy, and overgrown to her and was certainly not like the professional men from her past business environment. But it was his cool blue-green eyes that quickly drew her attention. They seemed to have a certain gentleness, pensive and memorizing effect.

"Wow... you have nice eyes" Sandy blurted out nervously. just had that effect, it worked well on women ... and he liked it that way.

Despite his rough appearance and unusual choice of clothes, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt as she invited him into her apartment.

"Oh sorry about the mess of my unit ... I just moved in this week... Look at all the boxes and junk.... We haven't even renovated this unit yet" Sandy made excuses for the sorry state of her apartment unit. Everywhere in the unit, there were half open boxes and packing paper. It would be obvious to anyone, that there were simply too much stuff for such a small rental unit. The fine china was evident in a pile in one corner. From the main entranceway, any guest could catch a glimpse of the big four poster bed tucked in the first bedroom with its pile of expensive dresses and lingerie heaped together. A pile of shoes lay scattered across the floor of the bedroom.

"I've got a basic rental form... If you're interested after seeing unit... I have a fully renovated unit downstairs across from a charming couple.... Tammy and Teddy" Sandy explained as she guided John to the door. It was only a partial lie so Sandy feel too bad it. It was business and selling. If he took the unit he could deal with Teddy and Tammy.

"This other upstairs unit hasn't been renovated yet.... But it's cheaper... only $300.... for downstairs I'm looking for $500. We'll take the stairs... Over here" Sandy spoke softly as she descended the side staircase with John walking behind her. She gently swung her hips, hoping to get John's interest in herself and the unit.

Sandy fumbled with the lock and at least opened the apartment door.

"It's a one bedroom... full bath... a closet here... and there.... a nice living room... kitchen... nicely renovated and painted.... with a new carpet too.... You won't find nicer at this price" Sandy sold him her pitch on the unit.

"What do you think?" Sandy asked as she ran her fingers through her short sassy blonde hair.

 

[penprick]

Teddy

Teddy Greenville went to the corner store for beer and smokes. He never sent Tammy out for shit like that if he didn't have to. She'd fuck it up and get the wrong stuff for sure. Besides that, sendin' your woman out with twenty bucks was just plain stupid. That would be twenty bucks kissed goodbye. Some things a man just had to do himself. A pack of kings and a case of Bud in hand, he headed back to the apartment, cracking the first cold one in is teeth on the way.

There was an old beater of a van parked outside that he'd never seen before. Having a glance around, he tossed his now empty bottle aside and pried some of the rust away from the edge of the door panel around the lock. He reached in, fiddled and the door popped open. Teddy had a quick look on the dash. Fast food garbage. An old tape deck sat in the console. Not worth it. He couldn't even find any tapes. The deck probably didn't even work. He rummaged through the glovebox. Registration, fuck all else. Nothing under the seats but garbage. He looked over the seat into the back. There was a spare tire and - a toolbox. Something of value. Grabbing the toolbox he left quickly and went around the side of the building to his patio where he stashed the new find in an old rusty barbecue and closed the lid.

Entering the apartment through the sliding patio door, which was left open for Gretchen, their german shepherd, he saw Tammy standing in the hall doorway. Something was going on. He walked up behind her, sucked on her neck and groped her breast.

"What's up, besides your nipples babe?"

"Someone's seeing the apartment across from us," she said.

Teddy looked through the two open doorways. There was the landlady, Sandy chatting to someone out of the line of sight. She stood with her back turned in those cutoff jeans and big t-shirt. The tall blonde was a sweet piece o' candy. He could easily imagine himself bending her over the end of that huge bed she had crammed in the back and going to it. She shifted her weight from one sexy thigh to the other as she spoke. Tammy turned to him quite unimpressed.

"What?" he prompted. "Go put these in the fridge," he ordered and handed her the beer. She complied. Tammy may not have been too bright, but she was a good woman. She did what she was told, most of the time. Unless of course, he sent her out with cash.

Sandy noticed something in the carpet by her feet and bent over to pick it out. Teddy's eyes fondled his landlady's firm ass. Such a fine piece of tail was pretty rare in this neighborhood. She had just moved in on the second floor herself and Teddy had enjoyed a good part of that afternoon watching those legs climb the stairwell. He had an issue to bring up with her, but he didn't mind waiting until the show was over. Patience was a virtue after all.

Tammy put the beer away, clinking them excessively, before slamming shut the fridge. Then she stormed into the bedroom and slammed that door too. Teddy didn't care. A little jealousy would do her good anyway. It always seemed to make her give better head.

 

[longhardnight]

John looked around the apartment, he was impressed. It was small but clean, and the land lord was putting one hell of a presentation.

"It will do" he voice was gruff, it was a late night and now it was an early morning. "I don't remember the ad saying anything about pets". The question was rhetorical, but when he looked at her after, he could see her eyes shifting from side, trying to come up with a good answer. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter either way. I'll take the apartment. you said five right?" He handed her a fold of cash. "That should cover the first two months of rent, and some extra. But I'll need to make a few adjustments to the place."

"I'll be back in a few hours, I need to get some things. Have the papers ready for me sign when I get back please." With that he walked of the unit, and saw Teddy standing in the other door way. When he got to the van he saw that I that had been opened, the tool box was gone, but that was little matter, he almost felt sorry for who ever took it. he flipped open his cell phone and hit a button on his speed dial. "Stage one complete make sure you have the B site ready to my wishes". With that he drove off.

 

[little_golden]

Sandy had a certain bounce in her step, as she guided the potential tenant through the apartment across from Teddy and Tammy. It took the better part of 10 minutes to guide him around and let him look into the closets, and test the various fixtures. At the end of the tour, the potential tenant seemed to reflect on the whole decision before he gruffly announced his intention to rent the unit,

Sandy was delighted with the prospect of having a second unit rented. A beautiful smile radiated across her face and her large full red lips were all so evident. It would help stem the flow of red ink. Ever since she moved from her house, and her financial circumstances started to get out her private clients were slowly starting to dry up. Her new apartment was such a mess, in such an awful of the city, that she didn't dare invite them over.

To her unexpected surprise, John asked about the prospect of having a pet:

"I don't remember the ad saying anything about pets".

"Well.... Maybe a cat or a bird.... but under state law... you can have a pet... but I'm hoping something clean and quiet.... Teddy and Tammy... they have a dog" Sandy shared with John. Suddenly, she had a vision of the whole rental crashing through on her.

John shifted the conversation, and her worried, as he moved into the financial negotiations:

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter either way. I'll take the apartment. you said five right?"

"Yeah", Sandy replied softly. Her bright eyes lit up, as she eagerly accepted a wad of bills which she mentally added up. She listened as John explained:

"That should cover the first two months of rent, and some extra. But I'll need to make a few adjustments to the place."

"The little changes and hook costs are your responsibility... I'll change the utilities over later today... I'll get you the two keys... as soon as you fill in the lease ... and the tenant information form..." Sandy explained in a professional voice. Suddenly, she felt very professional and business like. It was a great pick-up to her spirits.

John voice seemed assuring as he explained:

"I'll be back in a few hours, I need to get some things. Have the papers ready for me sign when I get back please."

As John left the unit, Sandy was startled to see grubby Teddy standing in the doorway of his unit. Teddy had a has certain troublesome look, that suggested Teddy was scheming something in the back of his mind or otherwise up to no good. Sandy had no idea that Teddy had been watching her some time and enjoying the show. Now a certain creepy sensation crawled through her as Teddy seemed to be smiling at her as she showed John out.

"Morning Teddy" Sandy waved, trying to be polite and trying to establish a better relationship with Teddy and Tammy. The truth was that she hated both Teddy and Tammy. Teddy had put her husband in financial distress through the housing Tribunal. She was sure that Teddy was responsible for the beating her husband had gotten. If only she could prove it - well she do her best to have Teddy dragged off to prison.

"Where's Tammy?" Sandy asked innocently. It was Tammy that always seemed to be locked in the apartment. Tammy didn't get to go out much unless Teddy was in close proximity. What the hell could Tammy see in a loser like Teddy? It was a confusing relationship in Sandy's mind.

"You know Teddy, you two are still behind from last month, do you have some more rent money for me?" asked Sandy as she switched to a business like tone. It was hard for Sandy to hide her utter contempt for Teddy.She thought nothing of the fact that she was standing before him in a tight pair of cut-off jeans shorts and an over sized t-shirt.

"Well... I should be going... I'm still unpacking... so I have my work clothes on"

 

[penprick]

Teddy and Tammy

"Morning Teddy" Sandy waved...

Teddy acknowledged her with a nod.

"Where's Tammy?"...

"Around."

"You know Teddy, you two are still behind from last month, do you have some more rent money for me?"

"Well actually we need to talk about something else," Teddy changed the subject. "We need new carpet."

"New carpet?"

"Yeah," Teddy said as he shifted his weight and leaned to the other side of the door jamb. "We had to take Gretchen to the vet the other day. She had fleas, and she picked up some kind of rash." Teddy paused to light a cigarette. "Vet said she got it from the carpet. Like an allergic reaction," he exhaled. Actually the vet had said that she may have gotten it from the carpet, but that was close enough for Teddy. "So we'll need that replaced or poor Gretchen's gonna just keep on suffering." He took another drag. "I got a vet bill for you too," he said calmly. "So you can just deduct that from the rent, it'll be a lot easier that way."

Sandy seemed a bit overwhelmed and not in the mood to deal with it all. "Can we talk about this later?" she asked.

"No problem," Teddy said leeringly.

"Well... I should be going... I'm still unpacking... so I have my work clothes on"

Teddy followed her legs up the stairs once more. This time she was conscious of his intrusive eyes. She tried to pull the t-shirt down over her bottom in some kind of futile defense. He shifted his crotch to accomodate his hardon. Leo wouldn't be there with the shipment for a few hours yet. He had lots of time and the hot landlady had just put him in the mood for a shag. Teddy locked the door and sliding patio window, helped himself to another beer and threw some Sabbath on the CD player. Then he crushed out the butt of his smoke into the carpet. It was getting replaced anyways. Teddy went into the bedroom.

Tammy stood at the window smoking a joint. She tried her best to ignore him as he approached. Teddy reached out to brush her hair away from her ear. Still jealous of the way he had been ogling Sandy, she flung his hand aside in anger. "Asshole!" she sneered.

He grabbed his lover firmly by the wrist. When she resisted he shoved her against the wall where she slid down to a sitting position glaring at him. Her face showed no fear. It never did. She was full of pure jealousy-fueled rage. Teddy opened his fly and moved in. Grabbing her by the back of the head, he shoved his cock between her lips. Tammy sucked vigorously. The landlady may have had the cute uptown looks and sexy legs, but Tammy was determined to prove that Sandy could never love Teddy like she could. Gradually Teddy began stroking in and out of her mouth. He moaned as the back of her head thumped lightly against the wall.

Teddy didn't want to cum yet. He pressed his glans deep into her throat, pinning his lover to the wall. She began to gag and tried to shove him out. Finally he relented and she used the opportunity to catch her breath and cuss him out some more. "Bastard!" she blurted between gasps. Then she began to chase his cock with her lips as he rubbed it around her face. Teddy shoved it back in for another round of mouth-fucking. Tammy's jaw was getting tired. Teddy usually got mad if she let her teeth dig in more than he cared for. He retracted his member again. This time he hoisted Tammy up from under her arms and tossed her onto the bed.

"You're such a fucking ASSHOLE!" she shouted in utter contempt as she wriggled into position for him. Teddy downed the rest of his beer and flipped the empty aside. Then he undid her jeans and yanked them off. Pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, he lifted her legs and started fucking. Tammy began to moan loudly as Teddy grunted. His hips slapped heavily against her thighs, which were the pale tone of the couple's toxic lifestyle, save for the tattoo on her hip of a naughty-faced nymph with wings, a halo, horns and a tail.

"Oh, oh! Fuck me!" Tammy growled. Oh God, FUCK ME!" She knew her man preferred a noisy lay, but the main reason for her vocals was to make sure that the cute blonde upstairs knew who was getting some and who wasn't. She stretched her arms up past her head and pushed against the wall for more leverage. "Fuck me you cocksucking sonofabitch! OH GOD FUCK ME! OH GOD!!"

When he was about ready, he pushed up her ragged, black tank top to clear some space. Then he pulled out and with a satisfying groan, he jizzed all over her belly.

"You fucking ASSHOLE!" she screamed. She tried to kick him in the head but he grabbed her foot and twisted her ankle until she yepled in pain and stopped. Then he did up his pants and left the room.

Turning up the Black Sabbath, Teddy relaxed on the couch with a beer and a joint.

 

[little_golden]

Sandy walked away angry at Teddy. She could feel his eyes lingering on her as she walked away. It was always a strange tingling in her whenever he was around. There was a certain evil radiating from her and he scared her. It was that sixth sense in a woman, that she knew Teddy could hurt people and that if she got in Teddy's way, then he would teach her a lesson too. The way he treated Tammy told her loud and clear that Teddy held old fashion view - that women were for fucking, cooking, fucking and cleaning and then more fucking.

As Sandy walked back upstairs she couldn't believe Teddy's audacity. Now he was complaining about needing new carpets. The damn carpets were brand new before he moved in. How could a dog be allergic to a carpet? How could he have the nerve to suggest that she should be paying for the carpet? Who the hell did he think he was? Why the heck would it be her responsibility?

Upstairs Sandy, re-entered her apartment and quickly locked the door. She knew the locks wouldn't keep out a determined thief but it was the best she could do. With all that cash from the new tenant John, she was considering making a run to the bank. The only problem was that she was afraid to carry around that much money in case she got robbed. On the other hand, Teddy probably saw John give her the cash, which meant that Teddy might pay her apartment a little visit if she went out without the cash.

As Sandy rested on the floor beside a box of expensive dresses, the lingering scent of pot drifted up through the heating ducks. It was so annoying that the smell of pot lingered in her apartment whenever Tammy and Teddy smoked up. The two of them smoked so much pot that there was actually now a smell in Sandy's drapes, linen and clothes.

The soft tapping sound against the wall was a warning that Teddy and Tammy were going at it - again. The damn air vent and heating duck carried the sound easily to her apartment. Though Sandy tried to force it from her mind, she was almost envious that at least Tammy and Teddy had someone to share their day and love with. Her own husband was still in hospital and so banged up that she wasn't even sure if he would walk or being to have sex again. Owing so much money, she couldn't even to visit her own husband every day. Some days he didn't even recognize her!

Sandy could hear their cussing. Usually it was "fucking bitch", "fucking prick", "asshole", "jerk", "whore" or "fuck this" or "fuck that". The two of them were such low lives. The banging on the wall temporarily stopped and it was a relief for Sandy as she resumed her unpacking. The dresses were fabulous. The only problem was that she had no occasion to wear them and right now had no place to store them. They were so impractical for the neighborhood and she decided that maybe she could pawn them or sell them through a consignment store. The box full of sexy lingerie from her lingerie chest - she was tempted to simply throw out in the dumpster behind the building.

"Shit!" Sandy cursed softly as the sound of Tammy moaning and groaning reached her ears through the vents. The last thing she wanted to know what that the two of them were now making love underneath her. The curse was soft and two fold. It bugged her that these low lives were having the time of their lives at her expense and second that she was alone.

It was simply too much when Tammy started screaming out:

"Oh, oh! Fuck me! .... Oh God, FUCK ME! ... Fuck me you cock sucking sonuvabitch! OH GOD FUCK ME! OH GOD!!"

"Shut up!" Sandy called down the vent as she banged on the floor with a nearby shoe. She knew it wouldn't stop them or even slow them down but at least it gave her some satisfaction.

Sandy had no idea what had happened but Tammy's scream suggested things were so perfect after all as she screamed out:

"You fucking ASSHOLE!"

Sandy assumed the comment was directed at her and instantly became quiet. She was worried that Tammy or Teddy might come up stairs to complain again. She sure didn't want them to see the sorry state of her own unit or her boxes of clothes. She relaxed as a sudden stream of loud rock music erupted from Teddy's apartment.

"At least I can hear you!" Sandy whispered to herself.

Turning up the Black Sabbath, Teddy relaxed on the couch with a beer and a joint.

After three hours of unpacking and cleaning Sandy decided it was time for a break. She made herself a big meal of two peanut butter sandwiches. On the top of one of the boxes she saw her pink string bikini. The apartment was very warm and it was a hot sunny day so she decided she'd catch a few rays as a form of relaxation.

Very quietly, Sandy slipped into the ever so tiny string bikini. The bikini bottom was a light pink g-string, and the bikini top was two very small triangles that covered a little more than her nipples. Her skin was virgin white as she hadn't had any tanning opportunity with all her troubles. Being a natural blonde, her skin was ever so sensitive to sunlight. Grabbing a large white beach towel, she left her apartment unlocked, and ever so quietly entered the staircase and then took the fire exit to the flat roof. She didn't want either Teddy or Tammy to see her in the sexy little bikini that had been a honeymoon gift from her husband.

The roof was hot with the blazing sun. Sandy had elected not to use any sun tanning cream since it wasn't readily available as she was unpacking and she didn't want to make a special trip to the pharmacy. She found a nice patch of clean roof, and spread out her towel, and then lay down on her tummy. Exhausted she fell asleep, most of her sexy ass on display, while the sides of her breasts too.....

Sandy had no idea, that when she closed the fire door to the roof, it had caused a scraping sound that had alerted Tammy and Teddy that she was on the roof.

 

[longhardnight]

John pulled his loaded van up to the curb, a black sedan behind him. He walked over to the sedan and looked in the window at the three man inside. “Wait here till I call for you”. He walked into the building , Black Sabbath was blasting from the unit across from his, “fucking neighbors” he said under his breath.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor, he walked down to Sandy’s unit, and knocked on the door with his knuckles, he must have hit the door harder than he thought… as it caused the door to open. “Hello?” John called as he stepped in the box ridden apartment. “Well the door was open, so I came in to look for you“, yeah that’s what john would say if sandy came back while he was in her apartment. He looked around, and took notice of the bed in the back, over sized as it was for this place. When he got closer he took note of the fine lingerie spread out on the bed, “very nice” he thought to self, she knows how to have a good time”.

It was at this point the realized that he had already been in the room to long. he headed back to the hall way, pulling out his phone, he made a call to the men down in the car. “Larry, send Joe up to second floor”. Joe took his time getting there, “wha’chu need man?” Joe asked once he was at the door way. “watch this room, and don’t let any one in with me being with them. If you do….. I’ll make you fucking balls into a door chime”. john left him standing there watching over a closed door, while he went to look for Sandy.

John tried the other unit on the floor, but it was in worse shape than Sandy’s was. He went back down the stairs thinking maybe she was in either his or Teddy’s unit. That thought was put out of mind by a looked door, and continued sound of Black Sabbath. He looked around bit more trying to think of any other place she might have gone off to, then he saw it. The fire escape, maybe she was looking for holes in the roof. Good as place as any to look for her.

When he made it to the top of the building, he was shocked at what lay before him. The land lord was in a very skimpy pink bikini. He saw her figure more for what it was no than when he first meet with her, and god it was sight from heaven. John turned his back to her, partly to hide the flush in his cheeks, and partly to hide the growing erection in his pants. He looked down at the fire escape before he made his presence known, it let them walk out of this wish as much dignity as possible. John coughed into hand, to let her know he was there before he spoke: “I’m very sorry Sandy” he said in a loud clear voice “ but I think broke your door looking for you. I’ll pay to fix it if I did.” he took off his over shirt and laid it down on the roof, while trying not to look at Sandy’s exposed body. “I’m ready to sign to sign the papers, and have some people here to move my things in”. He went back down the fire escape, leaving his shirt behind.

He told Joe to let the woman wearing his shirt to enter the room, and then get back down the van to start moving things in.

After john signed the papers for the lease went out side and gave the instructions to the men, one man was to stay with vehicles at all times, no matter what, until they left. And to check back with him once all was unloaded, they might be taking some things with them, as John offered sandy a place to keep any thing she might not have room for at his place upstate.

 

[little_golden]

Sandy awoke to the gentle calling of her name. Her body was hot, perspiring, and slightly burnt. She wasn’t even aware that she had fallen asleep under the hot sunny rays for the better part of an hour. Jumping up with a start, once she realized that she had inadvertently fallen asleep while sun tanning on the roof. She initially assumed it was Teddy calling her and immediately panicked.

In a quick motion, she lunged to her feet. The effect was a great shake to her breasts. In a different type of panic, she felt her bikini top shifting. The small triangles of cloth were shifting from their precarious resting place on her big nipples. Fortunately, her hands were fast enough, to protect her modesty to some degree. Looking around, she was quick to grab at her towel from the ground for greater modesty once she realized there was a man standing nearby watching her.

“Oh… Ummm…. I … I was just tanning…. The tenants don’t normally come up here…. I don’t either… It was just a quiet place…. ” Sandy offered nervously as she looked at John. There was visible relief on her face that it was John and not Teddy. To an onlooker, her relief might be mistaken as a flirtatious smile.

John explained in a loud clear voice:

“I’m very sorry Sandy.. but I think broke your door looking for you. I’ll pay to fix it if I did.”

“Oh.. my door… it was an old door… and falling apart… I was going to replace it anyways” replied Sandy as she shifted nervously from foot to foot. It wasn’t true at all. She had no plans to replace it, and a new exterior door would set her back a couple of hundred of dollars and probably another hundred for the new locks and the services of a locksmith. She didn’t want to get John mad before he had even moved in. If it was Teddy he’d be threatening to sue her for the door falling on him.

She accepted his shirt as an extra measure of modesty. He explained as she pulled it on top of her string bikini top:

“I’m ready to sign to sign the papers, and have some people here to move my things in”.


“Well… we … ummm … can talk in my apartment” Sandy offered as she hurried toward the fire escape door that lead back into the building. She could smell the aftershave or cologne from John as they walked.down the later. It was awkward wrapped in the towel. It reminded her of her hospitalized husband and her own loneliness. It was so strange living apart from him in a small dumpy apartment so far from their upper class expensive former neighborhood. That life seemed so far away now. This new neighborhood smelt like shit, the people were rough and crude, and the streets were filled with every vice possible. There were gangs, drug dealers and pimps that roamed the street. It wasn’t safe to walk the streets during the day or the night.

A few feet from the door, Sandy stopped at the sight of her knocked over door.

“The hinges were loose…. I’m sure we can fix it…. I have some screws in the back….. One of the contractors had left in box….. Yeah… We can fix it….. If you don’t mind helping” Sandy asked with an easy going smile. She knew she needed his help.

It was then that she realized the presence of another man (Joe). She sensed John knew him so she wasn’t as worried as she would as been. Walking past the door, she took two steps and then hurried across the living room to swipe with her arm a pile of lingerie that had been sitting on a coffee table. The gesture had been too late for both men had gotten an eyeful of her delightful secret undergarments that she seemed to have in ample supply.

“I .. I was just unpacking… You know… It’s always tough unpacking… Finding a right spot for everything” Sandy explained nervously.

“Oh… You’ve completed the rental agreement… great…. Is your friend here as the witness?” Sandy asked with a soft smile.

“How soon do you plan on moving in?” Sandy asked as she tried to figure the effect that John’s presence might have on Teddy and Tammy.

Sandy looked to John’s friend. He was a big bald man, with bulging muscles, dressed in faded blue jeans, a white t-shirt, cigarettes tugged in his short sleeve, and sporting a Budweiser baseball cap. His face told a lot about him, as his eyes were black as coal, his face peppered with small marks, and his nose had obviously been broken several times. Looking at his bare arms and forearms, she saw a multitude of tattoos and scars. If she had to guess, she would have figured John’s friend had done some hard time and could easily handle himself in a dark alley..

Though she had inspected John’s friend, she felt very vulnerable when the roles where revered and she sensed him seizing her up. As he eyed her up and down a cold chill through Sandy’s body. He looked rough and tough. Suddenly she had a bad feeling about John – but it was too late. The twelve month lease was now signed, paid and witnessed.

“Welcome to the neighborhood…” Sandy proclaimed nervously as she received the signed document from John.

"Here's your two keys.... If you're moving in today... I can even help if you want" Sandy offered trying to be neighborly.

“But if you boys don’t mind….. First, can I ask you to put the door back up. I’ll get a screwdriver and some big screws….” Sandy asked ever so politely as she headed out of the living room to a back closet. It took her several minutes to find the screws long enough to do the job. From the closet, she was sure she could hear faint whispering between the two men but she couldn’t make out what was being said. She decided she would quickly change from John's shirt and out of her pink string bikini into her short jean cutoffs and over sized t-shirt.

Quickly returning to the living room, the men seemed to stop suddenly as they heard her footsteps on the creaky floor.

“I got them…” Sandy explained as she moved over to the door. The men lifted the door, and she knelt down on the ground and started to work the new screw into the hole. She was slow and awkward in handling the screwdriver. It must have been obvious to the men that she didn’t have much if any experience working with tools. It took her the better part of five minutes to screw the 3 screws into the bottom door frame. The men didn’t seem to be complaining at all. She had no idea that their vantage point they had the perfect view down her t-shirt! The screws at the top went in faster, as the holes were more worn out, but she had to stretch and press herself against the door as the men held it in place. This time she could sense the men starring at her ass – but she just worked faster.

“Thanks boys” Sandy thanked them appreciatively.

“I’d offer you two a beer, since it’s so hot, but I don’t have a cold one here” explained Sandy as she tried to encourage the men out of her apartment.

“Maybe when you finish moving in, I can join you two for a drink... Unless you want me sooner...” Sandy suggested politely. She had no idea that the men might take it for much more than she really meant.

Closing the apartment door, as the men were talking outside Sandy remembered she had left the rental monies that John had given her earlier in the day, on the kitchen table. She quickly ran over to the table to see if it was still there. Panic overtook her emotions once she realized it was missing! A wave of tears streamed down her cheeks as she simply lost control of her emotions and the stress overtook her. Trying to recover her senses, she searched through her clothes and then the entire apartment trying to find it. It was no use – it was gone!

Suspicion filled her mind. Was it Teddy or Tammy during her sun tanning snooze? Was it John or his creepy friend? She didn’t know who to trust!

 

[longhardnight]

“ go get the boys, I want you to stay with the vehicles” John was clear on this point, at no time were the cars to be left alone. “man, why you got to that to me?” Joe asked him. John glared at him, his eyes flat on Joe, “dude…. You’re sleeping with my sister. You lucky I didn’t shoot you a minute ago”. Joe looked at him, he was going to say something , but this was one of the few times that better judgment overtook him. “fine, I’ll tell them to start moving stuff in. What about the equipment?” “leave it for now, I’ll get that personally.” Headed down the main level and told the other men what to do, while John waited for sandy to come out of her apartment.

 

[little_golden]

Sandy was furious and frustrated. She didn't know what to do or who to approach. It could have been anyone while she was outside sun tanning or when she fell asleep.

Why would John steal it? Why would he come and get me after he broke the door down? Did his friend take when John came outside? No... no... must be someone else.... Tammy? Teddy? But how would they know? Maybe they were snooping? Sandy pondered as she tried to solve the mystery of her stolen cash.

She considered calling the police, but realized there wasn't a whole lot the police could do either. If she blamed Tammy and Teddy again, the Housing Review Board might consider it harassment.

... Shit! Sandy decided mentally. She needed more info.

Sandy knew she should go downstairs and help John move in. Back home, she would do it, so why not here in the ghetto! Dressed in the cut off blue jean shorts and the big t-shirt, she hurried downstairs to help the men.

"Hey guys... I can hold the door open to the building for you... Unless you want me to do something else... I can carry some light stuff if you want?" Sandy offered in a kind friendly voice. Behind her, she sensed that she was being watched from Tammy and Teddy's apartment.... It was a creepy feeling!

 

[longhardnight]

"Yeah, that'd be great" John said to sandys offer. it took the men about an hour to get to every thing from the two vehicals
John took a break and lit up the cigar he had in his pocket, he smoked half it, and droped the the remainder on the ground. He then walked over to the trunk of the sedan. He pulled out two large silver cases, and closed the trunk. Once he had them in the apartment he swiftly put them in the back of the bed room closet.


"Ok guys, thats the last of it, Your free to go" John told them. "Oh, and Joe.. tell the girls i'll come by in weeks to see'em." Joe looked at him, then responed "sure man, they've been asking about you. You missed their birthday party." "I know, I'll make it up to 'em." With that the three men walked out to the sedan and left.

John looked at sandy, "thank you for holding the door."

John turned and started to cross the room, removing his remaining shirt as he did. With his scared and tatooed back to sandy he said "i'm going to shower, and then have a drink. your more than welcome to come back down and join me. just lock the door behind you either way."

He closed the bathroom door behind him, and removed his boots, socks, jeans and boxers. he turned on the water to a nice steamy temperature, he like hot showers. As he washed the sweat and grim from his body his mind drafted back to the image of sandy on the roof. HIs cock hardend at the thought her breast being free from the small triangles that had held them down. the door to the bathroom opend a bit, "must not have closed it al the way" he thought to himself.
With the image of sandy stil in his mind, he took his cock and began to jerk off. He imagend what her skin would fell like pressed to his, her hips pressed to him while his hands ran up and down her sides. When his load shot from his cock let the water from the shower rinse it away. He turned off the water and wraped a towel around his waist. he grabed avery thing that was on the floor and walked out of the room.

 

[little_golden]

The air was hot and warm, sandy watched the men unloading the van. They made many trips, back and forth, to the van and into the apartment. With the scorching sun, the men were perspiring, as they managed their many loads. Sandy made a point of smiling or making small chat each time they past her at the minute. Her short blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight. Her skin was obviously sun burned and had a slight sting to it though Sandy didn't yet fully appreciate how sun burned she actually was.

Sandy of had a lovely smile and dressed in those tight jean cut off shorts and that long over sized t-shirt she was lovely. She never realized that the summer heat was getting to her too. Slowly, wet spots appeared around her nipples, and her big pointy nipples were semi-transparent through the cheap cotton fabric of the t-shirt. Of course no one told her, so she kept on smiling and chatting up the men. It was a relief to her to have someone moving in and to start again with a stead stream of rental monies.

The missing money was a point of contention and concern. Watching room load in lots of normal stuff into his apartment she was sure he was just a regular guy. She reasoned that there was just no way he could have stolen the money and was more certain that ever that it had to be Teddy or Tammy. In the back of her mind, she was planning her own little illegal visit into their apartment as soon as she knew for sure they were out.

Sandy was curious to what was in two silver crates that John had moved into the unit, but she didn't want to seem to be too nosy.

"That's quite a load of stuff your friends helped you bring in" Sandy smiled as the men finished up and she had a brief second to talk to John alone.

She listened as John thanked his friends. Sandy assessed that he seemed polite with almost a certain country boy charm. Her ears perked up as she overheard John telling Joe:

"... and Joe.. tell the girls I'll come ... to o see'em."

At first Sandy assumed that maybe Joe had children. If she had to guess maybe he'd just lit up with his wife or girlfriend. That might explain why a good looking guy would be willing to take a heap apartment have in a very rough neighborhood.

Joe's answer further led her to belief that he had kids, since Joe responded:

"Sure man, they've been asking about you. You missed their birthday party."

It was so wonderful to hear him reply:

"I'll make it up to 'em."

John had gained a lot points in Sandy's mind. He was a family man with kids. No doubt a responsible dad who loved his kids. In her mind, she had jumped to the conclusion that the marriage ending must have been his wife's fault.

At last John's friends were leaving and he was returning to the entrance. Sandy walked with him towards his apartment, since it was on the way to the staircase that leads up to her own apartment.

Sandy took a few steps into John's apartment to assess how the move had went. Secret she was worried that maybe the men had damages the walls or the doors on their way in. But everything looked just fine.

"Your friends were so careful in moving your stuff," Sandy thanked John.

Sandy was surprised when John suddenly pulled off his sweaty white shirt and walked across the room. His body rippled with strong muscles. His strong body was however scarred, and there were tattoos across his back.

"Wow, you sure have a lot of tattoos, where did you get them done?" Sandy asked naively. She was staring trying to make out the shapes, sizes, and wording. There was one particular snake like picture mostly black, green and yellow with fangs that gave her the creeps.

"That's quite the snake!" Sandy exclaimed nervously.

Looking hard at his back, Sandy tried to figure where he would get so many scars.

Are they gunshot wounds, puncture wounds from a knife or maybe just a plain old car accident Sandy thought to herself. She didn't dare ask John as she knew that would be rude.

John explained his plans to Sandy:

"I'm going to shower, and then have a drink. You're more than welcome to come back down and join me. Just lock the door behind you either way."

"Why don't you call me when you're ready. I have a few things to do upstairs myself. I've got boxes everywhere too.... I really sympathize will all your moving work. But you were lucky to have friends help you - I had to hire a mover" Sandy explained.

"I'd love a drink.... I wish I had money for some nice wine" Sandy lamented without realizing that she was sharing the sorry state of her finances with a near
total stranger.

John had disappeared into the bathroom and started the shower. Sandy wasn't sure whether John had heard hr or not. The door to the bathroom must have n sticky with the humidity as it suddenly opened. Sandy assumed that maybe John had forgotten to tell her something so she moved towards the bathroom door.

Sandy was engrossed with the picture before her. She could see that John hadn't yet bothered to hang up any shower curtains yet he had the water blasting away from the shower head at full force and splattering everywhere. Then as she stared in disbelief, John started to grab at his semi-erect penis as he just stood under the pounding streams of hot water. For a minute or two he just seemed to be grabbing and stroking it. She had no idea what he was thinking but his erection was growing bigger and harder.

It was tempting to leave but instead had watched the little secret show until he suddenly turned off the shower, at which point she ran to sit on the couch, to pretend she had been waiting all along on the red corner - far away from the opened bathroom door.

Seconds later, Sandy heard noises coming from Teddy's and Tammy's apartment. It now dawned on her that maybe they had been watching the whole thing. John hadn't yet closed the door and half expected Sandy to if she left. To some people it might not look so good for her to be in John's apartment when he came out of the shower.

"Shit!" Sandy whispered.

 

[longhardnight]

Sandy was sitting on the couch. she loked a little on edge, like a child that had been cought sneeking cookies before diner. The main door was still open, "What a simple request...." john thought.

"your still here, i'll be out in a minute. just gonna dig out something to put on, and then i'll get us those drinks." John walked across to the bed room making sure the door latched behind him this time. "Did the bathroom door simply pop open... or was she trying to get a look?" he let the towel drop to the floor as he opened on of the many bags of clothes that he brought with him. he dug out a pair of silk boxers, he slide them on and dug into another bag. It only took him seconds to find what he was after, pulling out a pair of dark red house plants. The thought of digging out slipper was a fleeting one, as he wasn't entirely sure what bag, or box he had put them in.

He opened the door and walked out of the bed room, he cringed in pain and grabed at the 5 inch long scar on the right side of his chest. The pain passed quickly, but the shock remaind. He tried to pass it of, but he was sure Sandy had seen it.

He walked into the kitchen, and Sandy came up next to him, "what was that all about?" she asked he could hear concern in her voice. "nothing, just an old memory that comes back to huant me every now and then" he replied.

He looked in a few of the boxes, and opened the freezer to check on the few beer that he put in there, in the hopes that they had enough time to get cold.

"Well, looks like you have your pick of Whiskey, rum, water.. no ice, or half warm beer. what'll it be?"

 

[little_golden]

Sandy heard John before she saw him, as he announced:

"You're still here... I'll be out in a minute.... Just gonna dig out something to put on, and then I'll get us those drinks".

Sandy was about to leave but realized she couldn't since John probably assumed she had been waiting for the drink. Originally, she was planning on staying that long to socialize, but now, well, she was kind of stuck so she decided that one drink wasn't a big deal.

John disappeared down the hall dressed only in a towel.

With the door open... well no one can accuse us of doing anything improper... who would believe Tammy and Teddy anyways? Sandy tried to rationalize.

A short while later, John emerged dressed in red house pants. She wasn't expecting him to be dressed in red and figured him for a blue jeans kind of guy. Nervously she smiled at John as she was getting ready to engage in some awkward small talk.

Sandy was surprised when a look of pain went through him and he grabbed at his chest. Her first thought was that John was having a heart attack. Like a typical male, John had tried to assure her it was nothing but Sandy figured that she knew best as she told him:

"John... that wasn't good... you need to go to the hospital... that could have been a mini-stroke or a heart attack! I can your truck if you want or I'll call an ambulance" Sandy offered in a panicky voice.

"I'm sure Teddy and Tammy would help out too, if we needed them in an emergency like this" suggested Sandy in an unsure voice. John seemed to brush off her suggestions and he retreated to the kitchen. Sandy was not giving up this conversation just yet, so she walked into the kitchen, and came up behind him and softly asked:

"What was that all about? Why won't you do the smart thing and go get it checked out?"

John's response was puzzling for he explained:

"It's nothing... just an old memory that comes back to haunt me every now and then".

You've got to explain the story to me over our drinks" suggested Sandy.

"I think a drink might be in good order, if not for your nerves then for mine" Sandy replied in a confused but concerned voice.

She watched nervously unsure of whether she was prodding into a direction he didn't want to go. He found some odds and ends, and then he pulled two cans of beer from a box and stuck them in the freezer to get cold.

John asked:

"Well, looks like you have your pick of whiskey, rum, water.. no ice, or half warm beer. What'll it be?"

Sandy had to smile, since his apartment was a mess like hers. It was a sorry state and his liquor supplies were only slightly better than her own. But at least he had something.

"Ah... normally ... I drinking wine or champagne..." confessed Sandy, "but I've always wanted to try whiskey".

"I'm not really good with my liquor... My husband says I get too silly when I drink... So we don't drink very much.... With him in the hospital and all... We'll there is no one is to even share a bottle of wine with over supper.... " Sandy explained as she stood in the kitchen with John..

"It's great having another neighbor... Teddy and Tammy can be a bit noisy.... Maybe with a big strong guy across the hall that will calm them down a bit.... With a little luck maybe they'll move out" Sandy confided in John as she waited for her drink.

 

[penprick]

Teddy thought he heard the dull scrape of the rooftop door. It piqued his interest but he had business to take care of first.

Leo showed up a bit early. That was rare, but fine nonetheless. Teddy had the cash. He let Leo in, locked the door and closed the curtains. He turned down the music enough so they could talk and brought out the scale. Leo took the goods out of his backpack: a cellophane pillow of dried green buds. The scale confirmed a whole pound. Teddy handed him $2000 cash. Leo was an old prison friend and was giving Teddy a good deal. A pound was worth closer to five grand on the street. When Leo left, Teddy turned the Sabbath back up and took the pound to the bedroom.

"Start cuttin' babe," he ordered as he tossed the drugs to Tammy.

There was an odd sound. At first he didn't notice it over the music, but then he thought someone was working the front doorknob. He didn't think much of it until he heard a thump from upstairs. A couple minutes later someone went up the stairwell and Gretchen began to growl. Finally Teddy felt the need to check it out. He went upstairs to find Joe standing in front of Sandy's broken door.

"What's goin' on?" Teddy eyed the stranger warily.

"I'm just watchin' things until the lady comes back to fix the door."

Teddy nodded suspiciously and peered inside. Silk, satin, lace and crushed velvet lay about on display. Teddy started getting vivid, sexy images about his uptown landlady. He almost didn't notice the wad of cash on the counter top. If it wasn't for the witness it would have been easy money. He decided to check out the roof.

The door was open. He stopped to watch Sandy and the new tenant, John chatting. There she was in her splendor with the hot sun gleaming off her golden hair and perspiring white skin. The tiny pink triangles barely concealed her nipples. He wanted to pin her up against the wall and fuck her like a man ought to, but John was there. First it was the cash on the counter top, now this. He snuck away before anyone noticed.

Meanwhile downstairs, in the the dark bedroom, the closed curatins swayed in the breeze in front of the open window on the hot afternoon. Tammy took the scissors and started cutting up the bud. It was tedious, boring work but it was her duty. It was how Teddy provided for the both of them and she had to do her part for her man. She'd never get through it all herself. In fact, Teddy would pay a couple friends to help out later. In the meantime, she would chop up buds with the little scissors and place the clippings in a fine pile on the scale until it amounted to one gram. Repeatedly she she doled out single-gram doses and rolled them into tight doobies. Of course the whole pound wouldn't get chopped so fine, much of it would be dispensed as is into eighth-ounce baggies, but there were always the cheap customers living hit-to-hit who wanted rock o' crack and a joint to go. The crack was for the up and the joint would take the edge off. The combo made for an even keel and a gram was cheaper than the equivalent in beer for most folks.

Teddy returned to the apartment and went out to the patio to open the old barbecue. Inside he checked out the toolbox that he had recntly acquired. There were various screwdrivers, a set of Allan keys, some greasy crescent wrenches, a pair of vise-grips and some odds and ends. Not much, but the box alone would cover the beer and smokes he had bought that morning. He stashed it back in the barbecue. The CD player changed over to the next disc and Rage Against the Machine began to churn out through the speakers.

Through the open front door he saw John and his friends moving in his stuff. Back and forth they walked, forth with boxes and furniture, back empty-handed. A couple of odd silver cases caught Teddy's interest. He was quite curious as to their contents. He stayed on the couch with a beer and surveyed the scene through the door until they were done. Finally Sandy's fine legs returned and the landlady had a chat with the new tenant. Teddy couldn't hear and couldn't be bothered to turn down the music. Eventually she disappeared out of view and the shower started running in the apartment across the hall.

Teddy moved to the doorway in curiosity. Sandy stood leering into the bathroom with her nipples erect under her tee-shirt. He couldn't see what she could see, but he knew that she now had a dirty little secret. It gave him a hardon again. Then when the water stopped, Teddy ducked back inside before she noticed him. He couldn't stop thinking about the landaldy's sexy clothes upstairs. That and the cash. He was getting ideas.

 

[longhardnight]

John took a deep breath, he knew it would come up sooner or later. He pulled out two low balls "whiskey it is then" he said clamly. He handed her on of the glasses. He walked out kitchen with he glass and the remainder of the whiskey, closeing the main door as he walked past it.
He sat down on the wood frame futon that he useing as a second sofa, he motioned for sandy to sit on the sofa across from him.

"it was maybe five years ago... yeah thats about it. Joe and I had been running with some biker gangs, i forget how many, he left and joined so many after we left the business. Nothing gave us the same rush for long. Anyway, one night the gang we were riding with stoped at their hang out, some shit hole of a bar. I kicking back, not realy caring to get into the fight that had started. Then i saw her. this slender leather clad red head, she came to were i was sitting and sat on my lap. her ass and breasts were so firm. She whispered that wanted to go some place more private. So we left Joe behind, he didn't mind, he was balls deep in a bar fight, wouldn't have been able to drag him away. we headed up to some hotel about a mile up the road. For three hours we defiled that room with our fucking. Any place we could, we did; the bed, the shower, the desk.... she was wild. as we both laied in the bed from exhaustion, she got and went to her bag, told me she had some thing for me. i should've been on guard, but i didn't care, i was too tired, probably what she had planned on. I felt it befor i ever saw it. She was stratling my hips, i thought she wanted more, not that i could give any more. Then.... i felt it, she had taken a switch blade and was trying to open my chest."

John stoped for a moment, took a sip from his whiskey, and looked at Sandy. He could see the shock and horror on her face, but felt it best to finish the story.

" i managed to get to the knife away from her, cutting her face in the process. While she held her hand over the cut, i pressed her form information. She didn't know much, only that she was hired to kill me, she didn't know by who. I left her there, while i got stitches from one of the guys in the gang. After that Joe and I left the gangs. thats all in the past now."

John looked down at the smpty galss in his hand. "god, i hate whiskey".

 

[little_golden]

Sandy forced a smiled as John calmly announced:

"Whiskey it is then" as he pulled out two small glasses. He took a bottle of something goldish-brown color and the glasses with him and Sandy followed him back to the living. Sandy was nervous as he motioned for her to sit on the sofa while he sat on a wood frame futon.

Sandy listened intently as John started to explain:

"It was maybe five years ago... yeah thats about it."

"It looks like it's still painful.... almost recent" Sandy interrupted him as she again eyed where the scar was.

John continued:

"Joe and I had been running with some biker gangs, I forget how many, he left and joined so many after we left the business. Nothing gave us the same rush for long. Anyway, one night the gang we were riding with the whole gang and stopped at their hang out, some shit hole of a bar. I was kicking back, not really caring to get into the fight that he had started. Then I saw her, this slender leather clad red head. She came to were I was sitting and sat on my lap. Her ass and breasts were so firm. She whispered that she wanted to go some place more private. So we left Joe behind, he didn't mind, he was balls deep in a bar fight, wouldn't have been able to drag him away. We headed up to some hotel about a mile up the road. For three hours we defiled that room with our fucking. Any place we could, we did; the bed, the shower, the desk.... She was wild. As we both lay in the bed exhausted, she got up and went to get her bag, since told me she had some thing for me. I should've been on guard, but I didn't care, I was too tired, and that probably what she had planned on. I felt it before I ever saw it. She was straddling my hips, I thought she wanted more, not that I could give any more. Then.... I felt it, she had taken a switch blade and was trying to open my chest."

Sandy was stunned. Never had she expected to be sitting in a strange man's apartment sipping on whiskey while the man told her he was a former biker who almost got murdered.

Holy shit! This guy is bad news. Listen to how he talks..... He used to be a biker.... Probably has more in common with Teddy and Tammy than me... Oh shit! Sandy thought secretly. She pretended to smile though she was scandalized with his choice of words and descriptors.

Sandy was relieved when John was finished and was at quite a loss for words so she simply followed John's lead and took another sip of the vile powerful whiskey. It had a burning feeling all the way down to the pit of her stomach. But the story wasn't over as John went on:

"I managed to get to the knife away from her, but cutting her face in the process. While she held her hand over the cut, I pressed her form information. She didn't know much, only that she was hired to kill me. She didn't know by who. I left her there, while I got stitched up from one of the guys in the gang. After that Joe and I left the gangs... But that's all in the past now."

"Oh... aaaa... that's awful..." Sandy almost spilled her drink at the mess she realized she had gotten herself into. She took another quick sip to avoid one of those awkward quiet moments.

John was finished his drink, so she took a big sip to finish her own. She was just about to get up and say her excuses to leave when John blurted out:

"God, I hate whiskey!"

"It doesn't do much for me either... Wow... It has a kick...." Sandy confided politely. There was a small rush to her head given that she didn't normally do any drinking.

"Well... I should going upstairs myself... I have lots of unpacking too" Sandy added as she stood up.

"You know... Tammy and Teddy across the hall can be trouble.... Please be careful of them... My husband had a mysterious beating a few months back.... He was hurt so bad, he may never leave the hospital" Sandy lamented.

"It's just not the same anymore" Sandy confided.

"Well... I'm off... Thanks for the drink... and watch out for Teddy and Tammy. If they bother you, please let me know. I've been trying to evict them for the past six months, but boy do they know the system" Sandy shared a little too freely.

Sandy walked to the door with a gentle swing of her sweet bum in those tight little cut-off jeans. The t-shirt was pressed tight over her breasts and her nipples were rock hard from watching John shower minutes earlier.

"Well... I guess... I'll see you around.... But I'm just upstairs if you need anything..." Sandy offered as she headed out of the apartment and towards the stairs.

As she entered the stairway, she noticed several bags of trash which she assumed was from Teddy and Tammy's apartment. It made her furious that the two of them were such lazy slobs.

"Dirty people!" Sandy muttered as she picked up the mess and took them out the front door and then to the back of the building. To her surprise as she dumped the garbage into the larger bin, she saw a young man shooting up with drugs into his arms. She was shocked, angry and outraged.

"Don't do that crap in my yard!" Sandy screamed at him, before realizing that it may not be the best thing. She recognized the young man as someone who always seemed to be hanging around Teddy's unit. There always seemed to be a lot of people, mostly rough looking types knocking on Teddy's door at all times of the day or night. It was creepy. Someone of them were real scary looking. She didn't like them even near her building but since they were friends of Teddy and he buzzed them in, there wasn't much she could do about it.

The drug user replied angrily:

"Go fuck yourself bitch.... Better yet bend over and I'll ram your ass!"

Realizing her mistake she started to run back to the front door of the small apartment building.....

"Get out of here before I call the cops!" retorted Sandy as she started to run off.

 

[penprick]

Scheming

Sandy's husband was in the hospital. He had been severely beaten a few months back in the alley behind the building. Teddy didn't do it, but he may as well have. It's not like the thought had never crossed his own mind. He was pretty sure he knew the couple dudes who did it. They were customers of his, likely rolling the poor fucker for his pocket change. They couldn't have done Teddy a bigger favor. Sandy was convinced that Teddy was responsible and that was fine with him. Teddy was perfectly willing to let her go on believing that. Fear was an effective weapon.

It had been a hot day and now it was getting dark. A few customers came and went. Twenty bucks here, fifty bucks there. Mostly crack, a bit of pot and meth. Crystal meth was getting pretty popular and was rather interchangeable with crack. Every meth smoker had a glass dick: a pyrex tube with a torch-melted bulb on the end and a hole on top. You popped your jib into the bowl and cooked it, then inhaled the fumes down the pipe. They were a bitch to keep clean, so methheads went through tons of 'em. Even Teddy did it once in a while, but mostly it was Tammy's problem. Meth was good business though.

Teddy hired one of his regulars to help Tammy cut bud. The two of them were busy in the bedroom as the Rage Against the Machine blared on the stereo. Zach de la Rocha spat his vile, anti-establishment doctrine to no one in particular. Teddy didn't give a shit that it was politically and socially motivated. He just liked the angry, aggressive sound.

His thoughts turned to the clothing upstairs. He began to imagine Sandy in her sexy lingerie, and out of it too. He stretched out on the couch to give his hardon some room as he flicked mindlessly through the channels. Nothing was on. He settled on some baseball game that he wasn't too interested in. At least his hot landlady with the sweet ass and healthy rack stayed on his brain. She stood before his closed eyelids in something black and lacy - no, pink suited her more he decided. Well, heck, he'd have a fashion show. She could slip in and out of all the colors, with her cute dutch wings and innocent, nervous smile. He liked it when she was nervous. It made her look helpless. Then he thought of that wad of cash and if he could have gotten any harder he would have. He wondered if it was still lying about upstairs. There'd be one way to find out. He waited for his opportunity. She'd have to go out for something sometime.

 

[little_golden]

Sandy never trusted Teddy and Tammy. The truth was that she hated them. In he mind they were responsible for Sandy's financial problems and the critical state of her husband's ill health. It was a horror to live in the same apartment building. But ran was low on cash and it was living there or with relatives or being on the street. Sandy knew Teddy and Tammy were up to no good but her problem was that she couldn't catch them in their devious tricks.

It was a relief when Sandy made it to the front door of the apartment building and quickly entered. Knowing that she had pissed off one of the local junkies sent a cold chill through her veins. Sometime and some where, that junky might catch her alone somewhere and take his revenge upon her.

Sandy knocked on John's apartment door and called out:

"John... there's some junky in the back of the building .. be careful. Those drug crazed lunatics would probably kill you just to get pocket change to support their addiction. The only thing lower than a druggy is a drug dealer" Sandy called out. She wasn't sure if John was still in or not.........