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Paying The Rent

... who is standing right in front of me, prods my knee with hers. Some kind of answer seems to be expected from me. ‘Uhm, no. At least I don’t think so.’ Carol lets out a snort and cigarette smoke explodes from her nostrils. She makes no attempt to hide her dismay. ‘You don’t think so? What kind of an answer is that? Do you, or don’t you?’ ‘Lay off, Carol. Don’t you see you’re embarrassing the poor thing?’ Carol stiffens and shoots an angry look at Edna. ‘Right, that’s all we need now. A lawyer for the bastard.’ ‘I’m not defending him. But there’s no reason to be so hard on him.’ ‘Hard on him? Fuck, the guy owes us three month’s rent. I came here to cash in. One way or another, I’m going to get paid tonight.’ ‘OK, OK, but ask him nicely. I’m sure he’s willing to make amendments.’ ‘You ask him. I’m through with talking. Damn, anyone listening to us might think we’re begging him.’ Edna turns back to me, a pleading look in her eyes. ‘Come on, Mr. Peterson, don’t makes this any harder than it is. All we want is to see your dick so we can establish if it constitutes a suitable way of payment.’ I am baffled. I have always thought of the sisters as nice descent ladies. Eccentric maybe, not dressing quite their age and fighting like little children most of the time. This said, I don’t think I would mind doing some good by these ladies, like they seem to be suggesting. I’m just not sure I like the way they’re asking. ‘See? He’s not going to flash his dick just because you’re nice to ...

... him.’ ‘Give him a second. He just needs some time to adjust.’ ‘Adjust, my ass. Take out your cock!’ Carol slaps me across the back of my head. That does it for me. I move to get up, but Carol pulls me back into the couch by my hair. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘I… I don’t have to t-take this.’ ‘You don’t have to t-t-take this? You’re going to t-t-take a lot more before I’m through with you, buddy.’ Edna, who had stirred when Carol slapped me but decided not to interfere, makes a feeble attempt to calm the waters. ‘Now now, Mr. Peterson. Surely it can’t be that difficult? All we want is a look at your penis. We won’t hurt you. You’ll see, it will be fun for you too.’ But I’m not to be assuaged. These ladies are crazy. As Edna remains pat in front of me blocking my way, I cross my arms in defiance. Carol, in one single swift move, jumps up, pries both hands under my armpits, joins them behind my neck and pulls me to my feet over the armrest. ‘Pull his pants down.’ Edna is as surprised as I am, but her loyalty is to her sister. She undoes my belt, unzips me and pulls down my trousers. When she pulls down my white cotton briefs, my erect dick hooks behind the elastic band before it springs free and bobs up and down in its full two and a half inch glory. Even Edna can’t hide her surprise, although she does her best to suppress an astonished giggle with her hand on her mouth. Carol, seeing Edna’s look of disbelief, releases her iron hold and steps around me to see for herself. ‘Ha! No ...