The Landlord

You slept fitfully on the couch that night. In the morning, Larry came over, invited this time. Amanda held your hand, reluctantly. Your thong panties you'd borrowed from Amanda were riding up your ass today.

"So what is it?" Larry added gruffly. "Can't pay the rent?"

"Uhh, it's not that," you said. "Well, I don't have a long life expectancy, and Amanda and I are trying to find a worthy man for her. And, I thought of you." It was a lie, and Amanda knew it, rolling her eyes. "So, we're offering her to you for two weeks as a girlfriend. If I get better, then you still had two weeks. If I don't, you're in the running." Larry sat back, as if to consider.

"Under one condition. I want you to take off your shorts." Your eyes opened up wide.

"Wait, what?" Amanda looked suspiciously at you.

"You heard him, Daniel. You created this mess, it is the least you can do." You flushed. You stood up, turned around, and peeled off your shorts, exposing your pantied ass.

"Holy shit," Amanda said. "I wonder where theydisappeared to. You son of a --" Larry silenced her.

"There, there. Why don't we go get **** for you? Dani, you watch."