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You scroll through the tenant files until you land on her: Rachel Cook, Apartment 2A. 23 years old. Recent college grad. Moved in three months ago with her shiny new marketing job that apparently doesn’t pay enough yet. Rent’s been on time so far, but she’s always polite and a little nervous around you. Perfect.

You grab the utility notice and a fake “official” rent adjustment form you keep on hand for situations like this, then haul your fat ass up the stairs. Your heart’s already beating faster with anticipation as you reach her door. You knock hard—three loud thumps.

A few moments later the door opens. Rachel stands there in a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, her long brown hair still damp from a shower. She’s slim, perky tits pressing against the thin fabric, smooth legs, and that fresh-faced, innocent look that makes your cock stir immediately.

“Mr. Rose?” She blinks, looking surprised. “Is everything okay?”

You don’t wait for an invitation. You push past her into the small apartment, waving the papers.

“Rent increase, sweetheart,” you grunt, turning to face her. Your eyes openly roam over her body. “City just jacked up the utilities on the whole building. Effective next month, your rent’s going up $250. New total’s $1,350.”

Rachel’s face falls. She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious.

“What? $250 more? I… I just started my job. I can barely make it as it is right now. Is there anything we can do? Maybe a payment plan or—”

You step closer, towering over her, letting your gut brush against her as you hold out the paper. Your voice drops lower.

“I’ve got a lot of tenants crying the same story today. But I’m a reasonable man, Rachel. Maybe we can work something out… if you’re willing to be flexible with me.”

You let the words hang heavy in the air, staring down at her with a smirk. Her cheeks flush pink as the implication sinks in.

She swallows hard. “What… what kind of flexible?”