#303 is next

I get up and collect my clothes. Courtney sprawls lewdly on the couch, cum still seeping from her reddening fuckhole. “You know,” she says lazily, “I can help you a little with your pictures. I don’t have a shot of Gabriela, but I happen to have one of Selena—it’s one she sent me when she was asking for a fashion opinion; I had no real reason to bother deleting it, so I didn’t. You want me to send that to you?”

“Thank you,” I say gratefully. “I appreciate the help.”

Courtney waves her hand languidly. “After a fuck like that, I’d do a lot more for you, gladly,” she purrs. I give her a long, sensual kiss and leave the apartment.

*******

After a quick shower, I check my phone to find the photo Courtney promised.

Here you go, stud. Can your cock cum over to play again soon? I know Selena’s going to want some of it, too—she hasn’t gotten laid in way too long—but she’s so busy, you’ll have to get lucky to get lucky with her. But if she isn’t home, I’ll be happy to fill in . . .

XXXXX

Courtney

*******

Next stop is #303, the Days’ apartment. Patrick Day is 45 with an 18-year-old daughter, Sierra, and a 25-year-old second wife, Crystal. I have to think there are real possibilities with the wife, but at the moment, Sierra is my focus. She answers my knock and gives me a curious look. “Can I help you, sir?” she asks shyly.

I hand her my card. “I’m Iain Roberts—I’m the new building manager,” I say. “I’m just going around introducing myself to the tenants. My cell number is on there—it’s the best way to get a hold of me if you need me. Are you Sierra?”

Her face brightens immediately. She nods. “Yes, sir—and Dayna told us all about you,” she says happily. “Please come in.” I follow her into the apartment. “She said you’re introducing yourself to all the tenants and that I might see you today before Dad or Crystal got home. She said—” Sierra blushes. In a smaller voice, she continues, “Well, one thing she said is that you’re taking pictures.”

That’s not what she meant to say, of course.

Sierra leads me into the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink, Mr. Roberts?” she asks.

“Please, Sierra,” I say, “call me Iain. I’m not really much older than you, after all.”

“I’ll try,” she says softly. “But not if my dad’s around—he’s pretty strict.”

“As for something to drink—not at the moment,” I tell her. “And yes, I’m taking pictures. I have a special camera rig I’m testing out—that’s what these glasses are.” I take her picture and show it to her.

“Oh!” Sierra gasps. “I hadn’t thought—in here—” She takes a look at the screen I’m holding out to her. “That looks good!” she says in surprise.

“Of course it does,” I tell her in complete sincerity. “You’re gorgeous. Here, do you trust me?”

Sierra looks at me dubiously. “Ye-es,” she says slowly.

I chuckle. “I can tell. But I’m serious. I want to build your self-confidence. Do a little photoshoot with me. You’ve talked with Dayna—you’re planning on letting me make love to you, right?”

“Yes,” she responds slowly.

“Let me take pictures of you,” I urge her gently. “Let’s do a little erotic photoshoot so you can see how sexy you are. I promise I won’t show anyone else.”

“O-OK,” Sierra replies, looking very unsure of herself. “I guess—I guess you’re going to see me naked anyway . . . it couldn’t hurt anything . . . right?”

“You’ll love it,” I assure her.