Speaker 1: Living in La means two things. Christmas never feels like
Christmas if it's fifty degrees, and rent will always be
sky high. And somehow I thought I could beat that system.
I know, pause for laughter. I was nineteen, had nothing
going on in life apart from TikTok and Insta. But
three months ago I lied my way into an apartment.
I absolutely one hundred percent could not afford, not tight budget,
couldn't afford not rawmen for a week, couldn't afford I'm
talking super fucking poor house. Couldn't afford the place. Oh
it was perfect, exposed brick floor to ceiling windows view
of the city that made you feel like you'd already
made it, even if your bank account was doa. It
smelled like eucalyptus and money, and I wanted it bad.
The landlord Rick sat across from me in that calm,
slightly judgmental way landlords do when they already know you're
about to lie. He was a fat, squat toad that
made Danny DeVito look like Brad Pitt. So he said,
flipping through my application, you're a creative consultant. I didn't
even blink. Brand strategy, I said, nodding like I was important,
mostly remote. A couple of international clients international my ass, Well,
if you call texting my mom in Cleveland international, But
international was a good word. It does a lot of
heavy lifting. He looked at me over his glasses. Income
seems inconsistent. I smiled, confident, relaxed, like I had had
nothing to hide. I prefer flexibility translation. I had eight
hundred dollars to my name and a venmo history full
of please send back urgent. But here's the thing about LA.
If you look like you belong somewhere, people don't question it.
A manure truck's worth of bullshit. Later, I got the keys,
just like that. For the first month, I lived like
a queen. Ordered takeout I couldn't afford, bought candles that
cost more than groceries, took mirror selfies like I'd been
living there my whole life. New beginnings, I captioned one, Yeah,
new problems, more like. By month two, things got tighter.
By month three, I was calculating how many days I
could stretch a bag of frozen dumplings before I cried.
I was as broke as fuck. And then came the knock.
Not a gentle one. Not a Hay neighbor kind of knock.
This was a you already know why I'm here knock.
I opened the door in an oversized hoodie and an attitude.
What fat Rick the landlord stood there, a passive aggressive
grin on his face. You're late, he said, no, I
shot back, crossing my arms. I'm temporarily delayed. He stared
at me. Give me a fucking break. What is it
with you little bitches? I gasped, tried to look offended.
Fucking spare me, he moaned. Three months Chloe. I rolled
my eyes. Look, things are shifting right now. Okay, my
clients don't exist, he cut in, rude, accurate, but rude.
I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out.
I did some digging. The only thing you know about
international deals is buying cheap junk from He stepped inside
without asking, just walked past me like he owned the place,
which technically he did. I shut the door slowly. Are
you evicting me? I asked, trying to sound like I
didn't care. I cared a lot. He turned, leaning casually
against the counter. Yep, he said, I cringed. Fuck me,
Then he added, looking me up and down. Not if
we can come to an arrangement. You can't be fucking serious,
I yelled. He gave me a dirty grin, and just
like that I knew he was shit. I looked at
him shrugged. He was a fat pig. But what option
did I have? What the fuck do you want me
to do? I said, dumbly, What the fuck do you think?
He snapped back, paint me the moan when Elsa, I
want you to fuck kid rent for cunt, I sighed,
don't do that huffy shit with me. I don't do huffy,
he said, But I moaned, ain't no butts either. If
you want to live in this joint, live the la lifestyle,
I got a thing for dumb teeny weenies like you.
So unless you want to be neighbors with Oscar the Grouch,
get over here and service this thing. He grabbed his
dick through his pants and grinned. I'd always called this
greasy bastard fat Rick, but when he pulled that thing
out of his pants, I almost went cross eyed. He
was Rick the prick all the way. His dick was
about thirteen inches long and four inches wide, and it
was throbbing in the air. Like an antenna on a
windy day. Fuck me, I said, in astonishment. No, cunt,
he said, with a dirty grin, fuck me. Then the
filthy bastard was on me. He pushed me to my
knees so his rock hard cock was in my face.
Oh fuck it. He was about as attractive as a
pimple on an ass cheek. But sometimes you have to
take one for the team. I grabbed hold of his prick,
ran my wet, glistening tongue up and down his thick
shaft fast, and made him good and wet. That's it, babe,
he said. I howked back in my throat and spat
all over the enormous thing and beat it off. It
made a good wet slapping sound as I wanked it
hard like that, You dirty old cunt, I said, gritting
my teeth like a bitch. Lick the head as you
do it, he said, I did, lapping at his giant,
bulging helmet as I tried to bring it off in
my hand, going faster and faster, staring up at the
gross fucker with lustful eyes. Lube those balls up, he groaned,
and I lifted his cock up and buried my face
into his nuts. I licked from one to the other,
taking a ball in my mouth and swallowing it hard,
pulling it back and stretching his skin. Easy, you little hoar,
he grumbled, yanking my hair towards him. OW. I snapped,
quit your yapping and get that cunt out, he ordered.
I pulled off my clothes as Rick the Prick got undressed.
As soon as I was nude, he was all over me,
licking and sucking at my perky tits, nuzzling his fat
face into my neck, Licking and sucking at my neck.
His fingers run lower and started to frig my clit hard.
I closed my eyes, thought of the rent and moaned.
I hate to admit it, but it actually felt pretty
good like that, do ya, you slutty bitch, he said,
with a dirty laugh. I moaned gently in reply. He
had his other hand around my ass cheeks and stuck
the tip of his other index finger up my asshole.
My eyes went wide. Shit, what a turn on. He
lunged in and kissed me hard and deep. At first,
I fought to get away, but as his fingers went
to work on my holes, I gave up and went
with it. He moaned into my mouth, and his thick
tongue filled it so good, he groaned, so young filed
the old fuck wank my cock, he ordered, and I
pulled his rod hard and fast. Fuck this ugly bastard
was packing some meat. Then he picked me up like
a caveman, threw me over his hairy shoulder, and marched
me to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed,
yanked up my legs and put pushed his bulk down
between them. I felt the tip of his giant cock
nudging into my pussy lips, ready to push in and
penetrate me. He looked at me deeply, said I'm gonna
fuck you until you say you love me, and then
plunged deep into me. I moaned as his mighty member
squeezed into me in hard, juttering jerks. I was tight,
but his big prick bullied its way up me like
it had a one way ticket to my womb. Fuck me,
I moaned, squirming beneath him. He started to fuck me good, piston,
pumping my wet pussy like a machine. He went deep
and fast. I could feel his sagging balls slapping against
my spread asshole. Good huh, he said, grinning down at me. Good.
Was all I could manage to groan out. He went
at me good and hard, reaching around to finger my
sweaty asshole as he fucked me. Finger my ass, slut,
he demanded, and I licked a finger, reached around and
finger fucked his dirty asshole as fast as I would
finger my own cunt, bitch, he moaned as he fucked me.
He was grunting and groaning, and it sounded like he
was ready to come do it. I yelled, not yet,
he said, slowing down, still in me, filling me. He
reached for his pants, took out his phone. What the
fuck was he doing? He dialed someone? Is that Cindy
from two B? He said, get your ass to two F.
I've got a deal for you to pay the rent.
What the fuck are you doing? I cried, Shut up,
he said, and started to pound in me again. After
a few minutes, he looked up as my front door opened.
What the fuck was going on? I looked up to
see Cindy, the girl from the apartment below me, a
thirty something Hungarian girl walking in wearing kinky underwear. You
know what to do, he said, sneering at her. If
you want that back rent paid off, I looked up
as Cindy stood over me, pulled her black panties off,
kicked them to the side of the room, and then
squatted over my face. I gulped as I saw her
round ass and hairy kunt coming down towards my face. Rick,
the prick, slapped my face said don't just look at it,
eat it. Before I knew it, I had Cindy's wet
cunt pushed in my face, rubbing up and down the
bridge of my nose to my mouth. All I could
smell was the heat of her pussy. I couldn't believe
this was happening. I said, eat it. Rick roared and
slapped me across my tits. I yelped and instantly pulled
her fat ass into my face and began to lick.
I went deep, soft, hard, lapping and tasting all of
her filthy folds. I heard Rick say, kiss me, slut,
and he made out with Cindy. As I tasted her snatch,
he went even harder into me, now even more turned on.
Now he had two tenants to tangle with. Then he
pulled out, yanked me out from under Cindy and got
her to lie on the ground. He positioned me on
top of her in a sixty nine and pushed my
face into her cunt again. Eat it clean, he said,
as he pushed into me hard, doggy style. Shit, it
was even deeper, and you under there, eat her as
you've never eaten pussy before. Cindy licked my clit like
a pro. I threw my head down in a pleasured groan,
and then licked her back. What an ultimate sensation. My
back arched, my pussy trembled, getting filled out so fully
while she lapped me into ecstasy. Rick grabbed my hair
and pulled it as he rode me. I bet your
parents are really proud of you, aren't they, you little slut?
He yelled, Say it, he barked. Real proud was all
I could cry out as I bucked and writhed. He
fucked me fast and hard, pounding my pussy to mince meat.
Say you love me, you cunt, he cried. I made
a muffled moan as I buried my face into Cindy
and licked her hard and fast, making her lick me
just as hard and fast back. Say you fucking love me,
he shouted again. I tried to ignore him, but somehow
the bastard got faster and faster, going deeper and deeper.
I couldn't hold on any more. Everything exploded at once.
Cindy's tongue did its magic, got me vibrating as his
cock made me shudder all over. I exploded in an orgasm,
pulling my face from her wet cunt and bellowing, I
love you, I love you, I love you. Rick's stinking
hot load started pumping into me, filling from the inside
until it churned back out all over Cindy's face. She
lapped it all up and started to cry out. I
fell forward and licked her hard until she squirted all
over my tongue in a rush of flowing cunt juice.
We both lay there, straddling each other. Rick's big dick
snaked out of me, come dripping down my ass, cheeks
and stringing to his cock. I looked up, smirked, Rent paid,
Rick said, sucking air. See you next month, he said,
and walked out of my apartment. Wow, I said, un
peeling myself from Cindy, I lay next to her. You've
done this before, I said, wiping my face for Rent
and utilities, Cindy said, in her Hungarian accent. I laughed. Slut.
I looked out my windows over the twinkling skyline, completely
fucked and filled by my landlord in LA. You gotta
do what you gotta do to pay the bills. I
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