How can I tell her about the email I had from him this afternoon confirming a 9.5% increase in monthly rent? Effective from next month - unless we can reach what he calls: ‘a suitable form of compromise.’
“Maybe we should be prepared to face it Kels,” I stop, take both her hands in mine and look into her eyes, “No apartment is worth giving up everything for is it? We might end up with no choice but to move somewhere else. “
Kelsey doesn’t reply. Her eyes are watering.
“I’ve tried everything I can to find more work Kelsey. I’ve written to every business in the area asking them if they need a designer. It’s not easy, there’s a lot of competition. You know I’ve lost one of my other clients. Almost all my income comes from Rochella now. “
“So you’re saying I should have let her come on to me at Arthur’s?”
“You know that’s not what I’m saying Kelsey.”
A twig crunches underfoot as we continue down the cycle path, back towards the car.
“I’ve been looking online again today. I’ve found a couple of places fairly close by. They wouldn’t add much to your journey to the office .Obviously we wouldn’t have the views we’ve got now and maybe not as much space, but they’re cheaper We wouldn’t have to worry about money all the time.”
“What if I got another regular job Nick? She says as we reach the car. “I can’t get any more hours at the office but what if I could do something in the evenings?”
“I’m not having my wife take on two permanent jobs just because I haven’t got enough clients.” my stomach tightens with frustration.
“Nothing stressful; Just a few hours of routine.”
“Like what exactly?” I sink into the car seat and for a moment look around at the dashboard. What if we ended up having to sell this? The awful realization hits me that maybe we never seem to have enough money because I’m simply not very good at what I do.
“Arthur mentioned his cleaner again when I was up there the other night. He was complaining to Rochella about her.” Kelsey slots her seat belt in place.
For a second or two I assume she’s changed the subject. But then she continues.
“I was thinking maybe I could offer to do his cleaning. I mean it would be regular money and it couldn’t be any more convenient could it? I could do it whenever it suited me and there’d be no travel expenses.” She looks at me across the console as we pull away in the car.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t have to do something like that.“ I grip the steering wheel and stare straight ahead. Even as I’m saying it I realize how ridiculous I myself must sound. I’m happy to let her strip for this man, I’ve even stood by once while he fucked her– but I’m getting uptight about the idea of her cleaning for him?
“Why not, there wouldn’t be much to it. You’ve seen how clean he keeps that place. It’s not like he’d expect me to dress up as a maid or anything is it?” she laughs.
“That’s probably exactly how Arthur would want you to dress.” I snap back, conscious of a strange excitement swirling in my stomach. “You won’t have to do that Kelsey. We’ll find something else.”
If I wasn’t sure before, I’m in no doubt now how desperate she is to hold on to our apartment.
We reach the parking lot at the base of our apartment block without having spoken for several minutes.
“Just what I needed...” I mutter under my breath when we’re out of the car. Arthur’s huge Mercedes pulls in. He flashes his headlamps at us. We wave, but I tug at Kelsey’s hand to try and keep her walking towards the building.
“Nick, Kelsey!” he shouts and his car door slams. The central locking beeps. “I need a word,” we pause and Arthur strides over to us.
“That young couple I mentioned, the ones interested in your apartment,” his eyes dart away from Kelsey’s tight t-shirt.
“They’d like to view the property this evening,” he gesticulates towards the building with a brutish-looking thumb. “Around 7:30 if that gives you enough time to tidy up or whatever you need to do.”
It’s really happening.
“I just wondered whether you’d prefer to be in or not when I come to show them around? I don’t mind either way myself.” His eyes flash down to Kelsey breasts again then quickly back to our eyes.
I don’t want him creeping around our apartment without us there.
“I don’t want to be in when they come Nick.” Kelsey says firmly.
“OK, well if you just want to make sure you’re happy it’s presentable I’ll use my master key and let myself in. We should certainly be finished by 8pm latest.”
By 8:30 we’re back in our apartment. Kelsey’s in the bath trying to relax. She’s taken a lot of consoling. I’ve told her I’m sure we’ll sort something out. But what?’ I have a good idea what Arthur may have in mind for a ‘compromise’ on our rent but I’m not saying anything to Kelsey about it.
I’m in the back bedroom alternating researching online for out-of-town companies I could target with my design services and looking again at the two cheaper apartments I’ve found.
Gradually I become aware of knocking at the front door.
“Do you have a few minutes Nicholas?” Arthur frowns down at me, the top two buttons on his check shirt are undone and gray chest hairs poke out. Under one of his arms is a file of papers. I move the door open for him. His large frame steps in to our dining area.
Now what?
“I’m in a bit of a dilemma Nicholas.”
The bolt on the bathroom door slides. Kelsey emerges, the fluffy white towel around her curves is fastened over her bust and another smaller pink towel is wrapped around her head like a turban. Her shoulders and the top of her cleavage glisten with droplets of bathwater.
“Good evening Kelsey,” Arthur says slowly, a smile widening over his face, his eyes crinkling.
Kelsey smiles but it looks forced.
“I was just telling Nicholas Kelsey; I have something of a dilemma. The other couple absolutely loved the property. So much so in fact that they told me they would happily pay more if necessary to live here than the new rental amount I proposed to Nick.”
Kelsey looks at me, her brow scrunches down the center. I should have told her.
“It’s Daddies money no doubt: - but the fact remains.” Arthur shrugs his shoulders as if the whole situation is out of his hands. “What would you do if you were me Nicholas? Kelsey?”
“So is there nothing we can do about it Arthur?” Kelsey stares at the landlord.
Arthur blows his cheeks out and his eyebrows rise. “I really don’t know my dear, I really don’t. As I’m sure I’ve indicated, the parents of the young man concerned are fairly close associates of mine. It’s a difficult situation for me to be in. “
“Please Arthur, we don’t want to have to give the place up,” Kelsey crosses her arms over the swollen mounds of her chest and Arthur’s eyes narrow at her.
“What you want and what you can actually afford appear to be two very different things Kelsey.” Without invitation the landlord takes a seat on our sofa. He holds up the file of papers which were under his arm. “Unfortunately your financial numbers don’t add up and they don’t lie. Your problem is all here in black and white.”
Kelsey looks at me.
“You probably shouldn’t be too hard on yourselves. It appears to be the way of the world these days amongst people of your generation. Spending money that you don’t actually have.” Arthur smiles like a doctor explaining something to embarrassed teenagers.
“As it stands, it’s quite obvious from what I’ve seen of your financial position that going forward, without you making some significant changes; you’re not going to be able to afford this property.” Arthur gestures around the room.
“I don’t know. I’d like you both to remain in the apartment, I really would. But at the end of the day I’m a businessman.” His voice trails away.
I should be saying something. But what?
“Lo
oking at your situation from a business point of view, if I were the two of you I would be seriously scrutinising the need to maximise income from my assets." Arthur’s eyes come to rest on Kelsey in her towel. His pupils widen and he smiles up at her. She shifts the position of her bare feet on the floor.
“I’ve told you both before what an asset you are young lady. Rochella was hugely impressed with what she saw of you on Tuesday night.“ Arthur surveys my wife like a cobra.
My stomach squirms.
“As I’ve said in the past Kelsey; you really should consider broadening and expanding your horizons as a model.”
Kelsey’s eyes gleam back at Arthur.
“All I can suggest to the two of you is to take tonight to think things through,” Arthur grunts as he rises to his feet. “See if you can come up with some sort of creative and persuasive solution to your situation if you really want to stay here.” He hands me our financial documents. “I can’t promise you anything; Nick, Kelsey, but I’ll do the same myself. Let’s talk again tomorrow and decide for definite.”
Kelsey is strangely quiet with me for the rest of the evening. Even when I tell her I’m going to arrange to look around a couple of the other apartments I’ve found. It’s like she’s deep in thought. I wonder whether we’re both thinking the same thing. Something neither of us wants to be first to say to one another.
We watch a movie and drink a glass of wine each. Then, when we’re in bed and the lights are out, Kelsey brings up the subject again.
“Maybe he wants more than just drawings and modelling..” her voice is thin in the darkness.
“What do you mean?” I whisper. I know very well what she means.
“What if I offered...you know, to go with him again – just once,” her voice clicks as if the inside of her mouth has no saliva at all when she speaks.
“Kelsey there has to be some other way...” I croak, my stomach coiled like an industrial spring. But under the bed-covers my hand is hovering over my cock.
“But what else do we have Nick?”
“Maybe we could look for other modelling assignments for you if that’s what you wanted?” I say slowly but the thought of her with him again has ignited me. I roll over towards her.
“It wasn’t that bad with him..” she lets out a little embarrassed-sounding laugh,
“You dirty girl.”
Her body is warm against me.
“You just want to have an old man’s hands on you again don’t you?” I feel her sliding down the bed under the covers. My cock throbs between my legs.
“Mmmm” she moans, her breath over my balls, “I think someone else quite likes the thought of it too.” her hand encircles my shaft, gripping me tightly.
I groan as my cock slides between her lips and into the heat of her mouth.
Her cheeks and tongue suck on me. But inside my head its Arthur here on his back with her. Arthur her mouth is worshipping. Rochella feasting her old eyes on my wife’s lithe, naked body. My breath quickens, my head rolling on the pillow.
“Oh Kelsey,” Oh no, I’m cumming.
Chapter Ten
"His drawing club? How many people is that?" Kelsey’s eyes open at me as she leans against the breakfast bar in our kitchen.
“It’s not the whole club. Apparently it’s only three of them besides Arthur. I think he called them the ‘like-minded’ members of his club. One of them is Rochella so there’s only two you wouldn’t know.”
I’m fighting the shame inside at passing on the suggestion from Arthur. But what other choice is there if my wife is so insistent on staying here? The money’s looking so bad now that there’s a chance we won’t even make the next rent payment.
“He said the others are older retired guys like him. Said they’d all be happy to chip in with similar amounts to what he and Rochella paid you last time. That it could lead on to more, regular work.”
Kelsey’s eyes rise towards the ceiling as if calculating. She shifts her bottom against the edge of the breakfast bar.
“He didn’t use the word ‘old’ about them of course” I smile, trying to lighten the mood, even though I’m not sure it’s appropriate at this moment.
“But the really good news,” I move towards her and take her in my arms, “Is that he said if the evening is a success, he’s got an idea which would probably help us keep the apartment without any increase at all in the rent."
“Seriously?” Kelsey leans away from me inspecting my face as I hold her.
“Yep,” I nod my head. “And he said the other two guys who’d be there were both successful businessmen before they retired. He said they still have plenty of contacts so it could be good networking opportunities for other modelling work and even the design business. If you decided you wanted to do it of course that is.” I shrug my shoulders. I really don’t want her to feel pushed into this. If she’s uncomfortable about it there’s no way it can happen.
“I guess it’s nothing I haven’t done before,” she examines her fingers on my shoulders, lips pouting. She breaks away from my embrace and leans back against the breakfast bar again. She twists her wedding and engagement rings around together on her finger.
Oh my God; she’s going to do it.
“If you’re sure you’re happy with it. I mean I’d be there of course.“ I say.
She’s biting her bottom lip.
“Arthur said he’s surprised we haven’t considered you doing modelling more often. For a regular source of extra income. He even reckons you could get yourself an agent” I repeat the words Arthur said to me when he called to suggest the ‘drawing club’ session.
A broad smile spreads gradually over Kelsey’s beautiful face.
“It‘s a bit too soon for that,” she’s say moving a lock of hair behind an ear, “I’m sure there’s hundreds of much younger girls than me out there trying to be models.”
“Yeah but I bet none of them are as sexy as you,” I push my waist at her, making little circular movements against her until she rolls her eyes and shoves me away laughing
“Let’s see how I get on in front of his friends from the drawing club first.” she says, reaching the fridge and a carton of fruit juice.
She’s going to do it. My cock throbs between my legs. I study her ass and imagine how two other old men might feel when they view my wife.
“Does he have a date in mind for it? What would I be expected to wear? Where would it be?”
“He said if it works for us, early Saturday evening up at his. He said he’d lay on drinks and a buffet for everyone.”
It’s just before 6pm Saturday and my hand is clammier than Kelsey’s as we wait for Arthur to answer the door. I hardly slept last night. Kelsey was tired and she crashed right out. But I couldn’t stop imagining her parading in front of this group of old men. What effect she’d have on them. I had to creep out of bed three times to jack off.
I should have more pride, more respect for my wife. I’ve always known deep down she deserves better than me. But I can’t help myself and I know rightly or wrongly, Kelsey seems almost as excited at the whole idea of doing this as I am.
She looks and smells mouth-watering. Freshly bathed and more heavily made up around the eyes than usual. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and she’s wearing a turquoise halter neck, knee-length dress and a pair of heels. The dress clings to her body in all the right places. It emphasises the arch above her ass and her imposing breasts. I think she was quite relieved Arthur didn’t ask her to arrive wearing either of those black dresses he bought her. He told me they were for his eyes only.
As we continue to wait at the door my heart has begun racing with apprehension. What are these other men going to make of me? Allowing my beautiful young wife to do something like this? A group of successful older men looking at me and thinking I’ve had to resort to ‘peddling’ my wife’?
I take a deep breath. Where the hell is Arthur? I ring the bell again.
It’s Rochella who takes us by surprise openi
ng Arthur’s front door. Gold drips from her wrists and neck and her twin rows of manufactured teeth beam a welcoming smile. There’s a smell of food cooking; like savoury pastry.
“Oh, what an absolutely beautiful dress my dear.” She says, “It really suits your blue eyes.”
“Come in, come in and meet everyone.” she ushers us into the apartment, her dilated pupils idling on my wife’s hips as Kelsey passes her.
Rochella’s use of the word ‘everyone’ has made my heart race.
Arthur greets us near to his large oval-shaped dining table. The two other men we haven’t met are behind him chatting noisily to one another.
“Kelsey, Nick.” Arthur smiles and raises his tumbler of scotch so that he can kiss the side of my wife’s cheek. He grips and briefly shakes my hand.
Did he feel how clammy my hand is?
“Gentlemen,” he addresses the other men behind him, each of whom is clutching their own glass.
“May I introduce our model for the evening, the young lady I promised you; the delightful Kelsey.” Smiles flash, approval is murmured and the taller of the two other men steps forward to take my wife’s hand.
“Laurence,” he says and flicks the quiff on a head of hair that looks suspiciously dark for man of his apparent age. A couple of inches taller than even Arthur, he’s wastes no time and is immediately asking Kelsey how long she’s been modelling and then telling her of his previous life as a merchant banker.
Once we have drinks, Arthur briefly introduces me to the other man: Gregory. Around the same height as me but with a pot belly bloated out in front of him, he looks the oldest person here. His breath smells of either onions or Indian food. I can’t make out which.
Gregory’s pale blue and heavily-lined eyes narrow almost to a squint when looks at me. I’m sure he’s evaluating me. Arthur interrupts to jokingly ‘warn’ me that Gregory is a retired police officer.
It doesn’t take long for the eyes of the pot belly to start wandering when I’m trying to tell him a little about my business. He excuses himself to refresh his glass and kind of waddles off, with a slow side-to-side walk.
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