Next week's visit.

Gina sat down on her shabby couch while she waited. She had been waiting for her landlord, Mr. Cohen to come and see her. Last week on this very same day he had come to collect the rent, which she didn't have for the third month in a row. She remembered him forcing himself on her. How at first she hated it then by the end she was bursting with pleasure. Something twisted, deep down inside her loved to be taken forcefully. She enjoyed the large man making her have sex with him. This week she was almost excited about him coming to visit. Gina wasn't a very social girl and with sexual partners it was few and far between.

This week Gina had a surprise for her landlord. Instead of him forcing her to fuck him, it would be much different. For he'd find out that she was more than willing. Gina stood up and walked in to her bathroom, it was small like the rest of the apartment. She closed the door and stood in front of the door length mirror that was attached to the door. Gina was wearing a stolen white robe, one that had a motel crest on the left breast. She pulled it open to admire what lay beneath the robe. Her eyes started at the floor and worked their way up. First she saw her black high-heel shoes, followed by red stockings that ran up her thin legs to mid thigh. A black, lacy garter belt held up her stockings. Under the garter was a silk and lace pair of red panties and up further was the matching bra. Gina thought if she fucked the hell out of Mr. Cohen than he might not need as many visits to pay the rent.

As she stood looking and admiring herself a horrible thought crossed her mind. At first Gina was shocked that she was capable of thinking of such a thing. But later she would find nothing wrong with using her body for personal financial gain. She was pulled from thought by a loud knocking at the apartment door. Gina quickly made her way out of the bathroom and across the living room/ kitchen combination to the door. She took one deep breath and reached for the knob. Her hand rested on the knob and she paused. Her eyes scanned the apartment, looking at all the second hand, beaten down furniture, then a smile spread across her face. Gina turned the knob and pulled open the door.