Put on some "convince the landlord" clothes.

You're about to head out the door when you decide you might as well make the best use of your assets. You've always been aware of the attention your sleek body gets from men, and you have no doubt your landlord will be no exception.

Going to your bedroom you pick out a loose fitting crop top that shows off your taut tummy and a pair of hip hugging denim shorts. After a moment's thought, you decide to go braless, letting the top hang from your firm ripe breasts, your nipples stiffening as you look at your reflection and rub your hands down your body. Giggling happily at what you see, you put on a pair of strappy medium heel sandals, and trot up the two flights of stairs to the top floor.

When you knock on the door, there's no answer, and for a moment your heart sinks, thinking he's not home. You knock again, listening at the door and hearing nothing. With a sigh, you're about to turn away, when the door opens and your landlord looks out at you.

"Hi, can I help you?" he says with a smile.

"Hi Mr. Berridge," you smile at him. "I'm wondering if I can talk to you for a minute." He looks a little perplexed for a moment, then his face clears with understanding.

"Oh yes. You're Miss Carter from 306, aren't you? I suppose this is about the notice I sent you."

"Yes sir," you say, putting a worried pout on your face, trying to look helpless and cute. It's a look that you know most men find hard to resist, and you see his eyes flicker, taking in your attractive young body. "I know that we're behind, my room-mates and I, but I'd like to explain where we're at, so you understand."

He looks at you with a frown for a moment, then shrugs and nods. "You better come in. I don't discuss business in the hallway." You smile at him with flirting eyes, walking past him into his apartment.

It's huge. The living and dining area you walk into is probably the size of your entire apartment, with two hallways running off the far end of that space, and a large kitchen through an archway close to you. Most of one wall is glass, with sliding doors leading onto a patio garden.

"Wow!" you exclaim in genuine surprise. "You have such a great place!"

"Thanks. We can sit at the dining table," he says, pulling out a chair for you. "Would you like anything to drink? Water, soda?"

"I'm fine thank you," you smile at him as you sit, leaning forward slightly to show off a bit of cleavage. You see his eyes flicker and smile inwardly, pleased to see you've got his attention.

"So, what can I do for you Miss Carter?" he asks, sitting down across from you.

"Lisa please," you smile at him. He nods thoughtfully,

"Very well. What can I do for you Lisa?"

"Well, I know we're really behind on the rent, and I know you're not happy with us, but I'm hoping you can give us just a little more time," you pause to let him respond but he just looks at your with an bemused, attentive smile. "We just need a little more time, maybe a few more weeks, and we'll catch up. We've just had some bad luck and unexpected expenses, but that's all cleared up and we should have money real soon." You look at him with a sad, pleading smile, leaning forward again to show off your cleavage.

"I see," he says, leaning back in his chair and looking at you thoughtfully. "Isn't that pretty much what you told my building manager two weeks ago? If you can't pay now, what makes you think you can pay in two more weeks?"

"That was my room-mate that told him that, and she shouldn't have," you lie, knowing it was you who convinced the building manager. "She assumed some things she shouldn't have. I'm really sorry about that."

"You're putting me in a difficult position Lisa," he says quietly. "You're well overdue on the rent, and I'm not sure that I really believe you can come up with it in two weeks. All that does is make the situation worse for both of us. It's probably best that you start looking for another place. One you can actually afford."

You bite your lip, lowering your head and looking at him through your lashes. It's another look that you've seen men succumb to, but apart from a tight, non-committal smile, he doesn't seem to react.

"But Mr. Berridge, we'd pay you, I promise."

"You promised two weeks ago. Or your room-mate did. And two weeks before that. This can't go on."

"I know and I'm so sorry," you say, putting a contrite look on your face as you flirt with your eyes. "You've been so patient with us, and we appreciate how kind and understanding you've been. If you just give us this one more chance, we can make it all right. Please Mr. Berridge, just one more chance?"

You see his eyes flickering over your face and body, and wriggle subtly to show yourself off, confident that your beauty will be the factor that makes this bland middle aged man agree to your request.