She is raising the rent

Miss Ashleigh Billings was, by no account, an unattractive woman. However, Tom rarely wanted to see her approach him for how she often treated him more like a servant than a tenant.

"I'm going to be straight with you. We're raising your rent. We're going to need an extra $1,500 a month," Miss Ashleigh Billings said to Tom, pulling her sunglasses down, her loose dress showing just enough of her body to show she took care of herself. Her straight, bottle blonde hair hid the fact that her first gray hairs started showing up ten years earlier in her 30s. Tom hated how she used "we" as if her husband had any part of this, when she was the only one who did the properties for them both. He was too busy on the golf course.

"Ms. Billings, please-" Tom began before she cut him off.

"Now, Mr. Calvin, I am within my rights to do this. But if you make me one of those blended chocolate ones I like, I won't raise the rent until November," she said sweetly.

Tom thought of her like a carnivorous plant, luring bugs in to danger with a sweet smell, except she did it with a smile and a good rack. He knew by law she couldn't change it until November anyway, but she could **** his business to move before that. She was as shrewd as she was fake. Tom imagined she'd look better with bigger fake tits, on her knees sucking his cock, slapping it on her cheeks like she was one of the bimbo porn stars he had been **** to crank it to since his wife stopped sleeping with him barely six months after they got married.

"That is so kind of you, Miss Billings," Tom said, attempting to douse his rage behind his customer service experience. "Let me go get that for you. We have the good syrup in the back," he said, hoping that the headache he felt brewing was just anger and not an aneurysm.

"Thank you for seeing it my way," Ashliegh said, showing off her nails and ring as she acted like all was right in the world. Tom went to the back, leaving the poor eighteen year old part time barista Carrie to run the front, which Carrie had come to expect to when Miss Billings came by.

Tom retrieved the special syrup from his personal, locked mini fridge. In it, he kept mostly his own lunch and sodas, but also a bottle of chocolate syrup that he used to cover up the fact that every blended mocha Miss Ashleigh Billings had drank since Tom's Cafe's third month in business had in it a healthy dose of his semen. Tom pulled out his cock and squinted a little of the quality dark chocolate syrup into the cup, then furious jacked his cock into it. He didn’t stop to think of the fact that this load was twice the volume as normal, or extra thick. He also didn't think of the fact that some got onto his hands when he reached for the thickening syrup, getting a large glob of it on the bottle. His focus was on his small, petty ****. He blended the Mocha Semen Surprise, and brought it out, with whipped cream and shaved dark chocolate curls, just how Miss Ashleigh liked it.

Once Miss Ashleigh had her coffee, she left for the day, drink in hand, while Carrie, the cute shy Asian barista, went in the back to get more thickener for her own break time coffee.