Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

There was little that could be said about the man that maintained the small, but well to do, apartment in 5A. He was the landlord of the complex in California, and more than that he lorded over several complexes in the immediate area. It did not turn him into royalty of any sort to be sure, but it definitely turned him into someone who would never have to ask for a penny from another individual in his life. Nor did it turn him into an asshole. He was reasonable and he maintained reasonable rates for his apartments which is what let such young women as Karla be able to afford a place to live such as this. Very few people had such opportunities in California. Yet, even reasonable men could find their limit and he had long since learned that when you gave an inch a tenant would begin to take a mile. When he had first begun all of this he had tried to keep himself being kind, being compassionate even, and had allowed people a bit of leeway. Leeway always turned into something else, leeway always turned into them taking advantage of you. It was not long at all before he began to set up very firm rules as to what he expected out of someone who lived there. Yet none of that, none of that really explained who he was. Shawn Andrews was an educated middle-aged man to be sure from the opinions of others. A decent looking sort of gentleman, not traditionally handsome but seemingly attractive. Large in frame, dark in hair, pale in complexion...this was the man she went to see that day. It was the arrogance with which he spoke, a product of his youth and his ego which had become tempered as he'd grown older which had women squirm just the tiniest of bits. A brooding air that gave him a mild intimidation factor that drew others eyes, made others want to make him smile with those full lips. Made them want to just have him happy with them so that they could hear that full rich laughter and listen to his cultured voice discuss what might be on his mind. Yet all of that was still the physical, still just pieces of information that gave no true understanding of the man who seemed to live alone. A man who kept no company though he had often been enticed by ladies who lived in the apartments. If he had partaken of such enticements, nobody knew. Maybe he just did not have the time. Whatever his reasoning might be, it might be the very same reasoning for why he would deny her today as she stood on his door step. She could see that in his face when he opened the door and looked at her. See him merely stare at her intensely for a moment with the look of askance and resigned nature that screamed he just did not have fucking time for something like this. He took in her blushing face, her uncertain nature, her worry, everything. Oh the physical was worth noting, but that was not what seemed to truly interest him. Instead it was the look in her eyes, the anxiety, the sheer fright that seemed to be coursing through her which made him pause just for the tiniest of moments. Almost everyone came to him with some bullshit tale about why they were late with their payments. Maybe this time, just maybe someone would tell him something that would be worth his time and effort. His body moved, the large frame sliding to the side out of the doorway so that she could pass by should she wish to do so. His other hand made a sweeping motion, gesturing to invite her into the apartment as his voice spoke. He enunciated his words succinctly, hard syllables that seemed determined to make the words come out properly. As if he took great care over even the simplest of statements and this statement was a simple one, but one that allowed for so many answers. Karla, you seem to have something on your mind. What seems to be the problem?