No One Fucks With My Mom's Friends

It was going onto the second month since I laid Robin, a month since I had the distinct had Ms. Rodriguez on the table in the rec room. Neither one has made any advance towards renewing our deal. Not that i expected Ms. Rodriguez, after all she was just a friend of the Carvers, but
Robin’s ignoring me was slightly pissing me off.

But thanks to some positive investments, I was able to put the money earned from the investments into my mortgage account, so I didn’t fall behind on my mortgage payments. Since neither seemed to want anything more from me, I spent my days going to work, my night at either a nightclub or a bar. After I would get home I slept either on the couch, in the lazy-boy chair or if I could stumble my way to the bed.

Past that I put my nose to the grindstone and put both of them out of mind as best as I could!

“I can’t understand what’s going on with Mr. Cartier, he hasn’t cashed the rent checks for the last three months!”

I spoke up, “Well maybe he is getting you a break mom, what with you having a stroke and that asshole of a president causing the price of everything to go up!” I didn’t tell her the real reason or how my pussy was just beginning to feel human once more. Still I had to admit that I loved how hard Mr. Cartier fucked me and that he kept up his word that mom would get a rent reduction.

“Well all I know the next time I see him, I’ll bring up the issue with him about it but until I’m told otherwise, I’ll keep banking the rent and write the check each month!”

Mom probably would have said more but at that moment Mariella and her daughter, Jeanie. Even though it wasn’t their problem, mom told both of them about Mr. Cartier not chasing the rent checks. Mariella just smirked but Jeanie for some strange reason told mom that she would get to the bottom of what’s happening even it fucked her night! Then Jeanie stormed out leaving the three of us confused by what she meant

There was no way I was going to let a scumbag Cartier treat the friend of my mom like that. Just who in the fucking name of he did he think he was. I took mom’s car and went to the downtown office to confront Cartier. When I got there his secretary was already packed to leave for the day when I screamed that I wanted to see Mr. Cartier

“I’m sorry miss but Mr. Cartier is done for the day but if you would like to make an appointment, I’m sure he’ll be more than pleased to speak with you then."

“Do you not understand English? Am I talking to quietly for you?”

“I WANT TO TALK WITH THE ASSHOLE FUCKING MY MOM’S FRIEND OVER!”

I heard screaming coming from my reception room and couldn’t make out what all the screaming was over. I went to the office door and opened it just enough so I could hear better and see what was going on. Mrs. Grove just stood there between the door and a dark haired beauty dressed in a red dress.

I try my best to diffuse the situation. “What is this all about?”

“Why aren’t you cashing the rent checks of my mom’s friends, The Carvers?”