Slum Lord and Trophy Wife

An idea popped into John's head as soon as he heard an argument down the hall. He knew what it was without looking. My scumbag landlord, Mr. Jameson was here to collect rent. John had mailed his in, but here he was down the hall yelling at poor old Mrs. Testeverde, who had probably just forgotten again. The rent was only due yesterday, yet the scumbag was threatening to evict her. John walked over to my window and looked outside. There was a dark blue BMW sedan outside, and he could see a blonde in the passenger seat. It was my landlord's hot trophy wife. John had only seen her in the car, and she would never get out and never look at anyone.

Mr Jameson was in his fifties, balding and a bit overweight. He owned several apartment buildings. His wife looked to be about half his age with a huge head of hair dyed platinum blonde, full lips, a pert nose, and huge tits, usually spilling out of some silk blouse.

John stopped time. He walked outside his apartment and looked down the hall. Mr Jameson was in the process of yanking an envelope out of Mrs. Testeverde's hand. He started time again.

The slum lord counted the money inside. "You're ten dollars short!" he said.

"I pay!" said Mrs. Testeverde, "I always pay. I have the money the next week."

"You're always late with your money. I'm charging a late fee. From now on, if you don't have the full amount on time, I'm charging $50 a week until you do!"

"It only $10!" said the old lady.

"I don't care!" said the slumlord. He wrote out a receipt for the money on a receipt pad, and handed it to the old lady who snatched it away from him. He turned and walked off towards the stairs. He stuffed the envelope in his pocket.

John stopped time again. He walked down to Mr Jameson and in front of him. John kicked him in the balls. He was not sure what effect that would have when time started. John then took all of the money from the envelope and the landlords wallet and went into Mrs. Testeverde's place, and put the money in her wallet. He then took his car keys from his pocket.

John went outside and walked up to the BMW, the blonde was frozen, taking a selfie with her lips pouted. He tried the door but it was locked. He took the keys and opened the door. The blonde was wearing a black mini-skirt and white blouse. John's dick tented his robe.