Next stop: #204*

“You’ve already used one of our towels,” Ava says with a wry grin, “so you might as well use it again.” I nod at her with a wry grin of my own. I give her a thorough kiss and head for the shower to clean up.

In the washroom, I see a notification on my phone. It’s a text from Vanessa.

{if BigDog=true}Hey, big dog, {elseif BigDog=false}Hey, stud, {endif}has anyone ever told you you’re in-fucking-credible? Thank you for giving me the fuck of a lifetime. I want to give it some competition *soon*, so I thought I’d give you something to remember me by.

Soon, OK?

Also, Karen’s not around a lot right now, so I figured I’d send you a picture of her. She’s doing some glamor modeling right now, and this is her current favorite shot of herself.

Enjoy yourself, but save some cock for me.

Vanessa XXX

I put my phone down with a smile. My life is amazing.

*******

I knock on the door of #204. There are four women living here—one who’s 32, two in their mid-20s, and a 19-year-old who appears to be a younger sister. I hear nothing at first, then a voice says, “Coming!” After a few more moments, a hot busty blonde answers the door. She’s standing in the doorway wearing lingerie, but if she’s aware of the fact, she’s completely unconcerned. She looks me over with sultry appreciation and licks her lips. “I’m Kennedy Campbell,” she says in a sultry voice. “Who are you?”

I hand the girl my card. “Pleased to meet you,” I say. “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.”

“Mmmm, I think I can think of a better way,” Kennedy says, looking intently at the bulge in my pants. Just yesterday, that comment would have turned me scarlet. I guess I’m getting used to this sort of thing. “Please, come in.”

She closes the door and sets my card on a small table near the door. “Come sit down and get to know me better,” she purrs.

“Gladly,” I answer with a small smile. “Kennedy, one of the things I’m doing is collecting pictures of all the tenants so I can keep everyone straight. May I take yours?”

“Mmmm, yes,” she says lustfully.

“Do you—want to put on more clothes first?” I ask hesitantly.

“No. If anything, taking off more clothes sounds like a better idea,” Kennedy purrs. She licks her lips like a cat staring down a canary.