Double Trouble

Dan stowed his lube and tissue box in a cardboard carton, backed away from the observation post carrying the evidence of his deed in a crumpled tissue to be disposed of downstairs. This almost daily performance left him relaxed but there was studying to be done and work to pay for his college education. Having set the scene let's go back to Dan's High School years where it all started.

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Dan breezed through high school finding straight 'A' marks a given unless the subject matter involved the gymnasium, sports or girls.

He almost went out with a girl once; his friends set him up on a blind date. The arrangement was that the girl's mother would drive her over to his place where he would be waiting in front.

At the designated time a car containing two females slowed down, the occupant of the passenger seat stared at Dan and the car accelerated. Dan has been known as "Drive By" ever since.

College was much the same; he obtained good marks without much effort, no dates with girls and no chance of being selected for any sporting activities. He rented half a duplex, the other half was occupied by his landlord's daughter, who attended the same collage as Dan.

His neighbour was a real stunner, fairly tall, long straight black hair, tanned complexion, a magnificent body. The trouble is she knew she was stunning and acted aloof towards Dan. She collected his rent monthly, seldom spoke much to him, in fact she hadn't introduced herself by name since he moved in 9 months before.

Dan had a secret that helped him cope with her attitude. Shortly after he moved in he found a need for extra storage space for his part time business. He bought a drop down extending loft ladder, put down boards on the joists and covered the boards with carpet to keep the noise down and wired lights and a switch.

Soon the floor area was occupied by boxes that had arrived with new equipment and old computer parts that had some value for repairs and sale.

Of more interest to Dan was a small opening that led to the adjoining attic. It looked as old as the house itself. When he first found it he peered through and found he was looking down at his neighbour's shower through an exhaust fan. This had to better than 3D widescreen LED television.

He got his first view of the girl next door showering that night, the shower exhaust fan evidently didn't work and although his body was in his own attic area his face was just above her head.

He usually started to masturbate when she soaped her breasts and finished when she reached the pubic area. He conducted the entire exercise while the shower was running which meant there was no chance of being heard. The beauty of the whole thing was that he was not involved with cameras, cutting holes in the walls and he hardly left his own territory.

One evening, there was a knock on the door and it was his neighbour. Unlike any previous encounter, she was smiling and friendly.

"Hi, I don't think I ever gave you my name on any of your rent days, I'm Jasmine but I'm always called Jazz. I hope I'm not disturbing you but you are my last hope, there's a rumour that you are a computer wizard."

Jazz appeared to be wearing nothing more than a long t-shirt that accentuated her shape rather than conceal the detail.

"Funny how I make new friends every time a computer problem develops, some of the same people will not give me the time of day when they can cope on their own. To answer your question, yes I do fix all kinds of hardware and software problems but this is a commercial enterprise that is putting me through college and there aren't any freebies." Dan said in his most cynical tone.

"I can pay," Jasmine said, "I have to print out a paper and get it handed in by nine in the morning or I will be kicked out of a course. It's my last chance. The laptop has locked up."

"Leave the laptop here and I will look at it and bring it to your door when it's done."

An hour later Dan was in Jazz's house and handing over the laptop and a printed copy of the term paper she had been working on.

"I rewrote your paper too, probably moved it up from a D minus to an A minus, I could have gone higher but that might have created suspicion. It looks like you randomly copied irrelevant rubbish from a dozen or more web sites and pasted them in to an incoherent ramble that wasn't much influenced by the question you were required to address?"

"Are you serious, I paid someone to write that? You are not just criticising the author because you want to show off your superior ability are you? Tell me straight before I get even with the bastard."

Dan replied, "I highly doubt that any lecturer would bother grading that paper. So you are cheating your way through school?"

"I'll explain that in a minute, I have to make a call," and Jazz picked up her phone."

"Hi Dad, yes I'm great... School's good too... I'm starting to get the hang of writing papers and exams... Listen, you own the gas station out on the highway? There's a part timer there, Scott... He ripped me off... He doesn't know that I'm the owner's daughter and doesn't need to know. Can you get him fired without references and destroy his credit rating too... Thanks, you are the best, love you Dad."

Jazz returned to her conversation with Dan, "how do you deal with people that rip you off?"

"I got burnt a couple of times but now I get all invoices paid within 3 days thanks to a few strategies I adopted. Some people find 24 hours after I have fixed their computer they have a heavily encrypted password requirement, sometimes I get in to their computers remotely, I hack in to various utility companies and launch a practical joke or two, one way or another they need me to get on with their lives and they pay what they owe."

"Your strategies are pretty interesting too," Joe responded in a warmer voice than he used earlier. One time a medical student who owed me money handed in a paper at her College. I had changed 45 instances of 'faecal sample' to 'shit piles'. She paid up quickly to avoid further repercussions."

"Jazz roared with laughter, "I could get you a job with my Dad, combined head of computers, chief accountant and bill collector would be a start, he would love you."

"I have no plans to work for anyone else but I might consider a bit of contract work. What are your plans?" Dan asked.

"My dad is probably the richest guy in town but we don't get along. He lets me live here for free and keep your rent money but that's all I get. I often borrow one of his company cars, depending on his mood. I'm his sole heir but if I get out of line he changes his will in favour of the local cat rescue group and I have to grovel for six months to get the will changed again."

"I worry that he might fall off the perch at a time when I'm off the will, and then at the very least I would have an enormous legal battle to get the money. I'm totally unsuited to college but that's what I have to do to keep him happy."

"So, you are buying your way through school with plagiarism and bribery?"

"Well, I don't have that much cash so I have to use what assets I have."

"I don't get it, said Dan."

"I fuck and blow my way through obstructions, get that?"

"So you are an escort?"

"No way, I wouldn't do that with strangers. When I know and trust a lecturer or someone who can do a paper or whatever for me I offer them sexual services in payment. The way my old man drinks he can't have ten years left in him and then I'm set for life."

"Dan looked up brightly as it occurred to him that Jazz owed him for the computer repair and the term paper, "How are you going to settle your account here, Madam?"

"You can take the cash off next month's rent, which will leave me short, or whatever you like."

"All accounts are payable within three days, no credit or all hell breaks loose. Here's the deal. I'm a virgin, never had a date. I stay here tonight and leave by eight in the morning."

"No, no one sleeps over with me but I can be on the bed naked in two minutes."

"The deal was my first and final offer. I think with your lack of computer skills and lack of ability to hire a competent freelance writer, you need me more than I need you. I can get you through this college lark."

"I have only got corn flakes for breakfast and hardly any milk."

"I'm focussed more on the sex and sleeping arrangements than the quality of the breakfast."

They showered together and went to Jazz's bed. Jazz told Dan to lay on his front and she gave him a massage which was surprisingly good. Then she rolled him over and gave him a hand assisted blow job, but not to completion.

Jazz got astride him in cowgirl position; Dan thought he was in heaven when she grasped his cock and guided it in to her pussy. Jazz worked him very slowly to prolong the activity for the longest possible time. From time to time she would sit quite still and move again only when she needed to harden his erection.

After Dan had cum in her, they laid back and held hands.

"I think we may have misjudged each other over the past nine months but things have certainly changed in the past few hours, said Dan."

"I was about to say exactly the same thing. Let's get some sleep and in the morning we will take on the world."

The following morning Jazz revealed a plan she dreamt up during the night. She was sitting in an armchair naked, feet up, knees splayed and Dan was able to see her pussy and anus.

"I need to call my Dad, you don't have to agree to anything just yet but I'm sure you will be intrigued."

Dan got down in his knees front of Jazz and started working his tongue on all parts of her pussy.

Jazz called her Dad.

"Dad, give me the name of your worse debtor and my friend and I will have the money in your bank account by lunch time. We charge 15% of the amount recovered... No dad, I said 15% not 10% you are already getting family rates."

"Well Jazz, that son of a bitch Jake who owns and manages the golf resort hasn't made a payment on the loan I gave him two years ago, that would be a start."

"OK, stand by," and Jazz put down the phone.

"That was a first for me, talking to my Dad while having my pussy licked."

Dan didn't need any instruction for the debt issue; he grabbed his laptop and pounded at the keyboard for a while. Then he found one of his cheap throwaway cell phones that he ordered from overseas and called Jake.

"Good morning Jake, this not an Indian call centre but you will never find out who I am. You have problems with your accounting and booking systems.

I can see your people wrestling with it but they are well out of their depth and don't stand a chance. These problems will escalate throughout the morning.

You have seen nothing yet it will get much worse as it spreads to your clients and business partners and suppliers. There is a certain debt that you have failed to make payments on; it's two years old now.

Have the money in the lender's bank account before noon and your computers will light up as good as new. You will not be receiving any more calls."

"We are such a couple of rascals, we deserve each other. Are we a team or not?" Dan asked.

"We have made a ton of money today, we can't and don't need to do that every day, but my father and his rich friends can find work for us now and again. You need me at the front end to find the business while you remain anonymous."

"I see having a better relationship with my dad and an easy college graduation, I don't think I will need to fuck any more lecturers; my pussy is all yours now and you can give up watching me shower through the ceiling, in future we will shower together."

"How did you know, I thought it was foolproof?"

"You are not the only smart one around here."