Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“You can’t find work John, with all you’re experience?”

“Are you kidding?” John laughed humorlessly. “We were number one for a long time; the assholes that we competed against love this. I have a few leads, but nowhere near the pay.”

“The lawyer said he thinks this will settle in less than six months,” Mary began.

“We can’t wait that long.” Keith told her, then put his hands out, “Even if you can give us something every couple of weeks. I’m willing to work on what you owe, but moving forward we need the rent.”

“I… I got a part time job waitressing.” Melissa spoke up. “I get my first check next week, I.. I’ll sign it over to you. It won’t be much but…”

“Missy, please.” John said quietly. “I appreciate it hon, but that money’s for you to save for next semester, we won’t be able to help next time.”

“Yeah, but…”

“You heard your uncle,” Mary said, putting her hand on Melissa’s knee. “That’s your money for school.”

Like I didn’t feel bad enough as it was. Keith began speaking to John, asking him if there wasn’t someone he could borrow from or even a bank loan. As John explained he had no job as credit and his family had nothing, my eyes again found Melissa. She was looking at her uncle and her big brown eyes looked as if they were tearing up, her lower lip was out in an adorable pout and appeared to be trembling. She looked sad and I should feel awful, but instead I found it arousing. I imagined those huge eyes, looking up from between my legs, or better yet up at Keith from her knees. I wet my lips at the thought of how that soft trembling lip would feel beneath mine.

My eyes drifted down to her chest. She was wearing a pink Red Sox t-shirt that did little to flatter her tits, but I’d seen her in a bathing suit and knew they were high and perky. I was wondering what color her nipples were, when Keith’s voice cut into my perverted fantasy.

“Look John, I appreciate you telling me you doubt you’ll get the money, but I’m going to give you another week to get the other half, maybe something will come up.” He paused and after a quick glance at me, finished, “If not We’re going to have to ask you to leave and since you paid half a month you can have until the middle of next to leave.”

“Like that will help.” Mary rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been more than fair Mary.” Keith said firmly.

“Yes, you have.” John said quickly. “And it’s appreciated. I’ll come see you next week to let you know what we’re doing.”

“I hope you’ll be staying,” Keith said, standing, “I really do. Lisa and I almost lost everything investing in this place, so I understand.”

While John stood and the two shook hands, I began to rise as well, but stopped when I caught Melissa staring at me. When she saw me looking she met my gaze and gave me a strange smile. She looked nervous, but the smile seemed… my eyes widened when she lowered her gaze and seemed to be staring at my legs. I watched as her eyes rose to my tits and back to my legs. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear she was checking me out. Her gaze returned to mine and she began to blush.

“Lisa?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I stammered as I stood. “Just thinking.”

“I’ll walk you guys out.” Melissa stood and quickly walked past us.

Once again we followed her through the hallway and as before my eyes dropped to her ass and I saw she was swinging her hips more than she had been before. I glanced quickly at Keith and smiled as I saw his eyes were also on her cute little tush. He could say she was a kid all he wanted, but he was checking her out. I went back to staring at her legs and wondered how good those tanned legs would look across my fair skin. Melissa reached the door and opening it, stepped aside for us. Keith stopped and looking a little awkward said,

“I’m sure this will work out, Melissa. Your uncle’s a good guy, someone will help him.”

“He’s a great guy.” Melissa answered softly, “They’re like a mom and dad to me and I’ll do anything to help them.”

Keith nodded and walked out into the hallway. As I passed her, I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. Melissa returned the smile, then to my surprise, winked at me and putting her head down, repeated, “Anything.”

*****

“Hey hon, you want me to make some popcorn?” I called out from the kitchen.

“No, that’s okay.” He answered from the living room.

I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and headed out to where he was sitting on the couch. Keith looked up at me and smiled, “You look good, honey.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I glanced down and shrugged. I was wearing a red tank top that was on the tighter side and left part of my stomach exposed. Of course the fact it was tight was probably why he liked it as my tits were close to falling out of it. I was wearing a pair of red boy shorts that went down to my mid thigh, but hugged my ass tightly and had lace trim around the edges.

“Yeah?” I asked, passing him the water, “All my fancy lingerie and you like this look?”

“I do, it’s a great college coed look.”

‘Oh? You thinking coed now?” I laughed as I sat next to him, “Thinking of one little cute one in particular, maybe a little brunette?”

Keith rolled his eyes; “She’s cute Lisa, maybe even hot in that girl next door way, but way to…” he shrugged “Sweet.”

“Do I look sweet baby?” I gave him a pout.

“No, baby, you’re just flat out hot.” Reaching out he ran his hand through my long red hair, “Love this.”

“Carpet matches the drapes too.” I told him.

“It does,” he grinned, “But really I like the plain look sometimes.”

“I agree,” I told him, squeezing his arm, “I like the tank top look on you, shows your muscles better than the suit.”

Dropping my hand in his lap I squeezed his cock through the shorts he was wearing, “These show this muscle off pretty good to.” Looking over at the TV, I asked, “What are we watching tonight?”

“I’m going to be watching your head in my lap, you don’t stop playing with me.”

“Oooh, don’t threaten me with a good time.” I laughed, “Hey how about some porn, get us ready for tomorrow night?”

“Not a bad idea,” he agreed, reaching over and caressing my nipple through my shirt, “I’ll…”

We both jumped as the doorbell rang. Keith looked over at me, “Expecting anyone?”

“No.” I shrugged, “Maybe one of the tenants has something going on?”

“I tell them to always call.”

Keith stood up and began to head for the door; he stopped and pointed at my legs.

“Want to cover up?”

“Want me to?” I asked, with a sly smile, “Or you want to show off your hot wife?”

He gave me a nasty smile. “Well technically you’re not showing anything, except a lot of leg”

“Then I’ll just sit here and be your trophy wife.” I tossed my hair and gave him a brainless giggle

Keith shook his head and passed through the doorway of the living room into the small hallway where the front door was located. From where I was sitting I couldn’t see who was there and heard Keith say, “Uh, sure you can come in.”

His voice sounded odd and I leaned forward on the couch wondering who it was. Keith re-entered the room and behind him was Melissa. Or at least I was pretty sure it was, because she couldn’t have looked more different. She was wearing a black skirt so short she wouldn’t be able to bend over without flashing her ass. As my eyes wandered down her long legs they widened when I took in the black stiletto heels they ended in. Apparently she wasn’t used to wearing them as I noticed she was walking gingerly behind Keith.

Forcing my gaze up, I found the top to be as intriguing as the bottom. Melissa’s was sporting a low cut and very tight red sleeveless shirt. The top was snug enough to prop up her small tits and give her a nice amount of cleavage. I could see just the top of a black lace bra peaking out. Melissa’s hair was no longer in a pony tail, but down and had been teased out. I saw she was wearing deep red lipstick along with some heavy black eye shadow.

I looked over at Keith who was looking at me and keeping his hand in front of him, pointed back with his thumb, a questioning look on his face. I shrugged and tried to keep my eyes on her face as I now saw she was looking at me.

“Have a seat Melissa.” Keith gestured towards the chair across from the couch.

“Call me Missy.” She answered, looking over at the chair.

Keith sat down next to me and we both stared when Melissa walked past the chair and sat on the coffee table directly in front of us. Keith started to speak, but stopped as she raised her right leg and made a show of crossing it over her left. When she did I caught a flash of black lace between her thighs. I lifted my eyes and found her big brown eyes focused on me. She gave me a nervous smile and when it was obvious she wasn’t going to speak, Keith asked,

“So, uh what can we do for you, Melissa.”

“Missy.” She said again. “I want you to call me Missy tonight.”

“Okay Missy.” I said, “How can we help you?”

“Well,” She looked down to her lap and I saw her hands were clasped together, her fingers appeared to be trembling, “I… I kind of think we can help each other.”

“How’s that?” Keith asked.

“I want to help my aunt and uncle stay where they are, and figure maybe if I help you guys, you’ll help them.”

“What do you mean help us?” I asked, confused.

Missy looked at me, then Keith. She swallowed nervously and when she continued I could hear a quiver in her voice.

“Like I told you when you left, I’ll do anything to help Uncle John.”

“Right.” Keith agreed, “But I don’t see what you can do for them.”

“It’s what I can do for you.” Missy answered and leaning forward placed a hand on each of our knees. “Like I said, I’ll do anything.”