5
Chance
I’ve barely been able to concentrate at work all day, and it goes past just as fast as the first one did. I ended up leaving early in the morning and walking in, just to avoid running into Rogan again. I could just imagine him offering to give me lifts to and from school until I got a ride sorted. I was planning on walking back again until Lisa caught wind that my car practically exploded last night. She takes a breath from her fit of giggles to offer me a ride home, and I accept gladly. It’s only a twenty minute walk home, but I want to get started on cleaning up the house.
Lisa pulls up on my drive, and I breathe a sigh of relief that Rogan’s luxury tank is nowhere to be seen.
“Wow… Chance. This is a nice place you have here. Is this the one your uncle left you?”
“The very same! Thanks for the ride Lisa. I’d invite you in for a drink, but the place is still a bit of a mess.” I undo my belt and scramble out the car. “See you tomorrow!”
Lisa waves and pulls off the drive, and I head inside. I slam the door behind me and sigh audibly into the empty house. I love the new job and I love working with kids but what Rogan said last night was right. If I don’t do something fast I’ll be broke.
I drop my bag onto the floor and pick up the mail tray. There’s probably a dozen or so bills in here and they’re all marked ‘final notice’. I sit on the bottom step and leaf through them. They’re for cosmetic things mostly, things which must have been repossessed a long time ago. The only stuff in the house now is mine. Underneath the shopping bills are the real ones: power, water and mortgage payments.
My stomach churns as I do the mental math and I throw the tray across the floor with a flustered sigh. As much as I don’t want to think about bills, it’s a welcome break from the other thing that’s been running through my mind all day. Rogan.
After he left last night, I was hot and bothered. I wanted nothing more than to jump his bones when we were in his house, but I can’t do that. I’m a virgin and he’s… he’s a dreamboat. If Rogan ever got with me, he’d probably laugh me out of the bedroom due to lack of experience.
Tom was enough of a nightmare when it came to making me feel like shit. That was the reason I never got the courage to sleep with him, despite him being so pushy about it. Leaving him behind back home is the best thing I ever did. Selling mom and dad’s old place gave me just enough to cover moving here. I thought coming down here would mean escaping all that. I just ended up jumping out of a frying pan and into a fire.
Forget about bills right now.
I stand up and pick the tray up off the floor, setting it back on the table by the door. I look across the hallway at the boxes of stuff everywhere. Unpacking is the last thing I want to do right now. I have no clothes, no car and no money.
But you do have Rogan. He offered to make it all go away…
No. I shake my head and walk up stairs. I turn the shower on and strip naked, jumping in just as the water is heating up. It was kind of Rogan to make that offer, but it was also a little crazy. He’s just met me, does he seriously think I’m going to help him pay off all of Joe’s debts like that?
I lather my hair up and wash my body. My skin shivers in excitement just at the thought of Rogan. I rinse off and let the hot water beat the stress out of me while my mind wanders.
The kiss we shared together last night… I’ve never felt anything hotter in my life before. Rogan said he’s not touched another woman since his wife died, but I find that hard to believe. He’s so… dreamy.
My hand glides up the inside of my thigh and finds my pussy. It’s been a while since I’ve tended to myself down there. I’ve never really let a man see me naked below the waist, so why would I? I eye up the razor on the shower shelf. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but what the heck. I’ve never tried being bare down there before. It might be fun just in case something should happen.
And what would happen Chance? My brain whispers. Do you really think he’s going to waste any more time on you after you ran off like you did last night?
I ignore the self doubt and finish up shaving. I have to admit that when I’m done I feel pretty damn sexy. I run my fingers over myself and a gasp escapes my lips. It’s been such a long time since I’ve touched myself like that. My fingers trace up my thigh and over my sex. I rub gentle circles over my clit and squeeze my breasts. My finger slips inside and a moan escapes my lips.
I finger myself while the water hammers down, and all the while I’m thinking of Rogan. I remember how it felt to have his hands on me. I imagine what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against my cunt. I imagine what his big fat DILF cock would feel like in my mouth. I slap a palm against the tile and a few seconds later I’m cumming hard. My pussy clenches tight around my fingers and I let out a loud cry.
Fuck. I might really have a thing for the sexy SEAL dad next door.
*
Just after I jump out of the shower I hear a knock on the door. I throw a towel on and head downstairs. The distorted image on the other side of the peephole brings disappointment and relief. It’s not Rogan. Just two strange looking guys in leather jackets.
A chill goes down my spine. My hand is an inch from opening the door when I stop.
“We can hear you in there Ms. Tanner. Please open the door.”
“Who are you?!” I shout through the door. “What do you want?!”
“Genesis Collections.” The guy holds an ID badge up to the peephole. I look down and see the same company name printed on one of the bills. I open the door, but keep it on the latch chain. I peer out and see two muscled up thugs taking up the entire width of the porch. They’re both bald with dark circles under their eyes, dressed in black from head to toe. Their brows are heavy set, their features are short and stubby. One of the men flashes me a gold tooth smile. Both men talk with a slight Italian accent.
“Hello Ms. Tanner. You’re looking lovely today. Can we come in for a cup of tea?”
I hold the door and clench my jaw. “What do you want? I’m a little busy unpacking.”
“We’re here to see you about the money your Uncle owes us. As we understand it you’re his sole beneficiary. So that means…” He takes out a small notepad and puts a cross through something. “We’re here to see you about the money that you owe us.”
“Look I have the bills okay? I’ll pay when I can. I promise.”
Gold teeth takes a step toward the door. I straighten up and prepare to shut it and run.
“It’s not that simple Ms. Tanner. I’m afraid time is running out. Your uncle has owed us a lot for a long time. We’ll be back to see you by the end of this week, and we want half of everything you owe us.”
“Half!? But-”
“$200,000. Or we’re coming back and taking the house and everything in it.” His eyes flick down at my body. “Everything.”
“You can’t do that! I’ll call the police!”
They both laugh gruffly. “Heh. Go ahead, be my guest. I’ll tell them to forward the call through to us. It’s a crooked town Ms. Tanner, we’ve got our fingers in a lot of pies. How about I put my finger in yours?”
“Get out of here now!” I slam the door in their faces and stand in the hallway with my breath racing.
“Two big ones.” They shout through the door. “This week. Or else.”
I hear their heavy footfall disappear down the path and the sound of a car taking off down the street. Crap. Double Crap. Crap!
*
After my visit from dumb and dumber, I go into full panic mode. I race back up stairs and finish getting dressed while I weigh up my options. My mind is set on running. I can pack up the essentials, leave the house and drive back home. Maybe if I’m nice enough Tom will take me back.
My stomach lurches at the thought.
Fuck that.
I’m not scared of damn mobsters, and they’re a damned sight better than running back into the arms of an emotionally abusive relationship. If those pigs show up again I’ll make them regret it.
There’s another knock at the door and my legs turn to jelly instantly.
No. Fuck this.
I am not going to be a victim in my own home. I march down the stairs and slap my feet across the hall, throwing the front door wide open.
“Listen here you stupid motherfuc-”
Rogan stares at me slack jacked.
“Well good afternoon to you too neighbor!” Concern washes over his face. “Everything alright?”
“Rogan… it’s just you.” I feel my body relax a little and laugh to myself. “Everything is fine. I just thought you were someone else. Can I help you with something?”
“Sure. I came over to see if you’re ready for your trial shift. Figured we could get you started today.”
I stammer in the door like a stunned fish. “I - what?”
“The cleaning job I offered you last night? Ashlee’s been working overtime at making the house a mess. We’re never late, but boy can us Gold’s make a mess. What do you say? Come over every night after school for an hour or two and I’ll pay you $100 a day.”
My jaw drops at the number. “$100 for two hours work, but that’s-”
“$50 an hour. I know. I think it’s a fair amount. Like I said the house is very messy. What do you say?”
He beams that beautiful smile at me while leaning against the door frame. I think about the visit I just got and swallow my pride. There’s no way I can get together the kind of money that they’re asking, but a couple hundred might be a good start.
“Alright.” I concede with a smile. “Let’s try it out.”
*
We’re barely in his house two minutes before I make a fool of myself.
“Wait a second. Wasn’t your hallway white yesterday? Did you paint it blue?”
“Sure did.” Rogan says while pointing to a try of fresh blue paint behind me on the floor. “I had the day off today so decided to do some home decorating. Mind yourself as you go. Don’t want you getting paint on your dress. You seem fond of it.”
I look down at the dress and realize it’s the only thing Rogan has seen me in so far, aside from the underwear I’m wearing underneath.
“I had a mishap with my dryer.” I laugh. “You are looking at the last pair of clothes I own that aren’t small enough to fit a doll. I’ve been meaning to get to the mall for an emergency shopping trip, but my car-”
“Still on that smoke break?”
“That’s the one.” I laugh.
“Hey if you like, we can push back the trial to tomorrow, I can take you to the mall and you can pick up some things?”
I consider the idea for a second, and then decide against spending money that I don’t have. “It’s okay. I’d rather just get to work cleaning up Ashlee’s mess. Where is she anyway?”
“She has computer club on Tuesday nights. It’s just me and Milo for the next couple of hours.” Rogan pulls a hand to his lips and lets out a shrill whistle. “Milo!”
A second later the little beast comes running around the corner, his tiny pink tongue flapping out of his mouth. He’s heading straight for me and showing no sign of stopping.
“There he is!” Rogan laughs as Milo jumps through the air to land in my chest. I scream, hold my arms out in panic and catch the tiny tyrant, only to stumble back in surprise as his weight pushes me back.
I land in the tray of paint ass first, sending splotches of blue all across the hall. I lay there in shock as I feel cold blue paint seeping up my back and down my legs. Milo stands on my chest, licks my face and then he runs off somewhere into the house.
Rogan stares at me in shock and doubles over in fits of laughter.
“Don’t just laugh!” I try to sound serious but I can’t help but burst out laughing too. With everything that’s happened in the last two days, this is the icing on the cake.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… but you can’t fault that pup’s comedic timing.” Rogan helps lift me out of the tray while he surveys the damage.
“Is it bad?” I ask as he walks around me.
“You might want to head up stairs and take a shower. The dress is dead. Sorry miss.” Rogan stops in front of me, obviously fighting to stop himself from laughing more. I turn around and look at the scene, there’s blue paint all across the floor and up the walls. Some has even gone onto the living room carpet.
“Rogan, I’m so sorry. I’ll clean this up straight away.”
“Nonsense.” Rogan puts a hand on my shoulder and I feel a spark run across my skin. “You go clean yourself off and I’ll get you some spare clothes. This might be a bit forward, but I got you an outfit for cleaning the house anyway.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Nothing weird.” He reassures me. “Just so you wouldn’t ruin your clothes. Too late for that now but…”
“I’ll go shower.” I run a finger up the back of my legs and see that it’s blue. “After that we can start this trial shift.”
“Sounds good to me.” Rogan smirks. “I’ll go catch Milo and give him a telling off. I don’t know what’s got into him, but I swear he’s singling you out on purpose.”