Jenlisa Someuts

Landlord

Jennie

Have you ever been around a guy who just won't leave you alone? Maybe his hugs last too long, or his arm keeps finding itself over your shoulder, and no matter how much you try to reject him he just won't stop.

Well for me it was my landlord.

When my biological father left me and my stepmom a year back, she reluctantly brought me to live with her and my half-siblings in a new city. I'd just graduated high school and didn't have any money or plans, which left me in a home with a woman who couldn't care less, in a town with no one I knew.

If that doesn't sound stressful enough, I also had to deal with our lecherous landlord who, once he'd copped his first feel, couldn't get enough.

"Now who's this?" he asked my stepmom curiously on the day we moved in.

"Oh that's just Jennie ruby jane, don't mind her," she replied, rolling her eyes with contempt.

I must've walked in while she was trying to flirt, albeit unsuccessfully. Our landlord's attention immediately turned to me.

"Ruby, what a lovely name. And what a lovely girl! It's so nice to meet you."

I looked up at him with slight annoyance for using an unapproved nickname.

And I mean literally looked up because he was a huge man. He wasn't fat, just tall and big with an intimidating frame you could tell he took advantage of. He lumbered over and gave me an unwarranted hug which was weird, but sadly I was used to this sort of behavior from men.

When I turned 18, suddenly I became a new entity to them, a sexual being. My ample boobs and butt attracted boys no matter how much I covered them in baggy sweats and hoodies, like I had today. They could still sense my feminine features beneath and had no shame in groping them.

"I'm Mr. Lisa," he said while squeezing me so tightly my chest smooshed into his stomach.

I felt so tiny and vulnerable in this unknown man's arms, my face lined up to his slightly unbuttoned, hairy chest. Our drastic size difference only scared me more as his grip tightened around my pinched waist.

"Uhhh... it's nice to meet you too," I blushed, wriggling back to escape.

"It better be!" he chuckled after finally letting me go. "Because just like I let you stay here, I can kick you out!"

His comment was delivered jokingly but it was still ominous. I knew my stepmom had scored an insane deal and that this apartment was nicer than she could afford. With the little ones also around we needed the space, so I decided to steel my nerves and accept our new housing, and everything that came with it... My stepmom was still sure to remind me of my duty once Mr. Lisa left.

"I swear to god if you fuck this up for me!" she started. I froze up like usual, afraid of confrontation. "You better be nice to that man or you can pay for your own damn apartment!"

I apologized even though I'd done nothing wrong then went about decorating my new room.

We rented the top floor and had to enter through a staircase in our landlord's apartment. This meant we were often in his space, and in return he was often in ours. Mr. Lisa liked to pop his head in to chat and occasionally stopped by for pre-dinner cocktails. My stepmom would sit desperately next to him on the couch but his eyes were always glued to me.

"Would you get me another drink, Ruby? Scotch, two cubes."

"Yes..." I'd mutter back, my stepmother's terse looks ensuring I follow his directions.