Black Cat (Part I) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part I)

Black Cat

Chapter 1: Thursday Evening - Asking for a Favor

I had just come home from work when Cynthia from downstairs knocked on my door. Cynthia was a single mom and even though she was technically my tenant, we had become friendly over the last couple of months. I had helped her out a couple of times, sometimes with small repairs, and sometimes I had let it slide when money was tight and the rent was a bit late. Cynthia was home during the day and often took deliveries and parcels for me. Sometimes I found a small tupper container with a homecooked meal at my door when I came home.

Cynthia was what they call “fun-sized”, a little over 5’ and quite curvy. Her skin tone was the blackest black that nature has to offer. She had a broad smile with shiny white teeth and sparkling dark eyes. I liked her - but she was not what I would call “my type”.

“Hi Cynthia! What’s up?”

“Hi Dan! Sorry to barge in on you when you just got home… but I have a little problem and I was wondering if you could help out. I’m really, really sorry to put you on the spot like this but I need to sort this out this evening… as in in the next 30 minutes or so.”

“No worries, how can I help you? And come in, please…”

“Thanks, but I have to go right back downstairs and tell them. Thing is, I have an offer to join the catering team for those new Hampton cruises. Small cruise ship, maybe 200 guests, leaves tomorrow at 6, comes back Sunday around 12. It pays quite well, and I really need ...

... the money…”

She was talking super fast and I could see that she was tense, her eyes darting left and right while we talked.

“...and I wanted to ask you if you could maybe have an eye on Cat while I’m away”. Catherine was her daughter and even though Cynthia and I knew each other quite well, I barely knew Catherine. What I knew was that she was tiny (something like 4’5’’?), always wore a black hoodie that hung loosely down a petite body, her hair and face hidden under the hood and rarely more than a mumbled “Hi” from under the hood when I happened to see her on the stairway or outside. I didn’t even know how old she was.

“I don’t mean like babysitting, don’t worry. She’s old enough to take care of herself. But I don’t want her to hang out alone all weekend, invite god-knows-who to our home, go out, come back late, you know…”

“OK, you mean like check on her every now and then?”

“Yeah, like… maybe she can stay at your place during the day, do her homework, maybe help with household chores… and she can sleep in her own bed downstairs. Again, I’m sorry to spring this on you, but I kinda like really need this job.”

“It’s no problem, Cy. She is welcome to hang out with me - or just stay away from me and do her own thing. She can watch movies, play XBox or whatever. I don’t know what kids do these days”.

Cynthia smiled. “Thank you, I owe you big time. She’s locked up in her room most of the time, reading this Japanese comic stuff on her phone. She’ll probably lock ...