Needing the Money

Oakridge, Tennessee, is a town with a population around 20,000. Kayla is 20 years old, single and a Miss Tennessee contestant attending the University of Tennessee. She inherited the house from a relative, she needed to sell it quickly, she was given my name and number. I parked my BMW at the curb below the house in the gated property. I took my time to adjust my cuffs and arrange my tie. This ritual gave me time to assess the neighborhood. Well manicured lawns, gated drives with individual brick or stone features to identify the property. A driveway which lead to a double garage, with a 4 x 4 and a sports car parked outside. I had no remorse for the young woman I’m about to see. Ostentatious, overstretched and suddenly in need of money. I had valued the property, I knew the offer I was to make, the rest depended on Kayla. She sounded sexy, she sounded desperate, she sounded like my kind of customer. When ever there is a financial problem my fortunes rise. I always look for investment in property as the market bottoms and sell at peaks. My massive wealth provides me the means to make investments in residential and commerical properties, my business contacts provide buyers from exclusive groups. The sale is dependant on the deal they offer.

Today I’m the buyer, if I chose. The house is good, the area is well established and upper class, the seller is desperate. A young college student in need of cash. Well now it is time to make a quick deal with as little cash as possible. I loved these kind of calls, they usually are good for my profits. I rang the doorbell, Kayla, answered. She is as I guessed, 20 with dark hair, that fell in tresses past her shoulders. A natural tan, from the nearby coast, I had heard she had a boat for sale as well. Dark brown eyes, a soft small mouth, reddened with shiny lip gloss, and gold jewelery which hung from her neck, and wrists. She wore a simple A line dress which ended mid thigh, with a concealed zipper and short slit at the back. She had on low black heels which tautened her tanned calves, I feel a deal coming on inside of my pants. Kayla extended her red nail varnished hand, towards me. I grasped the soft flesh studying her long fingers and immaculate nails. I touched the back of her hand to my lips. I feel the tension in her wrist, but her smile remained fix.

” Do come inside Mr Malone.” ” John please call me John.” I said pulling her close to me so my body brushed her breasts as I walked into the room. I made a point of casting my eye about the entrance hall. It is what I expected, pastel light colors, with a mirror and a coat stand, some fresh flowers to add color and scent, and a series of doors leading to the living space. My assessment determines if I sell or keep the property, to broker any later deals. ” Can you show me the rest of the house Ms Nrikirk, we’ll start with the ground floor.” I released her hand, and waited for her direction. Familiarity then diffidence it helped to give me the control I needed. ” John please do not be so formal remember my name is Kayla.” She said leading me by the arm. ” Let me take you to the kitchen, the heart of the house. Can I offer you something to drink?” I smiled and declined. I allowed her to guide me through the downstairs rooms of the house. There is a lounge, a dining room, a conservatory and a family room that led off the garage. Kayla showed me the garden from the conservatory, a soft rolling landscape of half an acre, which flowed in a gentle S shape away from the house, pocketed with perennial flowers and herbaceous borders leading to a screen of trees at the edge of the land.

I had seen enough what I wanted now is the view from Kayla’s bedroom, but I allowed myself to be led through the other upstairs rooms first. I noted the practical bathroom and en suite. I knew my price but I made Kayla imagine it set lower. Kayla led me into her bedroom. I looked across to the net covered windows and the view of the garden beyond. Before me is a raised metal bed, with beautiful white linen duvet etched with lace and purple flowers, with a white sheet underneath. To the side is a wardrobe with a full length mirror and adjacent to the window is a small dressing table. On the wall of the en-suite is a tall chest of drawers. I looked about the bright airy room with the sunlight streaming in. I made some rudimentary notes and briefly looked into her en-suite, I noted the laundry basket and the white satin soiled panties laying on the edge.

Kayla also noted her panties with their sheer front, and satin edges on display, blushing she knocked them into the basket and out of my view. I look to the ceiling and the bathroom fittings without comment. I then return to the bedroom routinely opening the chest of drawers. Kayla watched me a quizzical look on her face, but her situation made her reticent to question my actions. I smiled opening each drawer as if I were making a bid for the furniture rather than the house. The contents of each drawer were neatly folded and orderly, tops, socks, sweatshirts and underwear. I look towards Kayla standing awkwardly beside her bed. As I stood I see the pert swell of her ass projected onto both the dressing table and wardrobe mirror. I see her weight shifting, I watched her buttocks clench with each movement.
Her breathing is becoming a little erratic although her face remained a impassive a grin firmly fixed, but I see her eyes watching as my hand delving into the open underwear draw, my fingers feeling the soft satin of the bras and panties neatly folded in there. I knew she would say nothing, I knew I was her last resort before foreclosure.

” You live well Kayla, you dress nice too is that where your financial problem comes from?” I closed the drawer and rested my weight back against the chest, I folded my hands across my groin, I already feel my cock is hard pushing back against my open palm.