The Short Sale

"Don't just stand there like a bump on a log," Mr. Jacobs said. "Get over here." Elaine could feel the dirty grit on the floor against her bare feet. She walked over to Mr. Jacobs on her tip toes to minimize the grime getting all over her feet.

"Turn around," Steve Jacobs said. Elaine was glad she didn't have to look at his beady eyes leering at her. But not for long.

"Didn't I tell you to strip off?"

"I..I did." Elaine stammered. She heard his keys rattling in his pocket. Then she felt something pulling at her panties and the sound of fabric rending.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as her waistband was cut neatly on one side and tried to dance away.

"If you don't want to get cut," Steven warned. "You'll hold still."

"But..what are you...ahhh..." Elaine couldn't seem to make her mouth form the words. She knew this man was evil, but was he going to ...rape her by knifepoint?

"When I say strip off," Steven said. "I mean strip off. When you don't follow instructions, there are consequences. Are we clear Lainey?"

Another snick and her panties lay in a puddle at her feet. Three more and her bra followed.

"Yes Mr. Jacob." Elaine whispered. She clutch her boobs under one arm and her crotch beneath her other hand.

"Good." Steven Jacob said. "Now hop your ass on the scale and let's see if you are making any progress."

Elaine closed her eyes and stepped forward. She chewed her lower lip nervously.

"Lainey...Lainey...Lainey..." Mr. Jacobs tutted. "What am I going to do with you? You obviously haven't taken me seriously."

"I have Mr. Jacob!" Elaine plead. "It's..it's just that..." The fat pig had to know how hard it was to drop a few pounds. He certainly wasn't going without any meals. Worse, he'd made it even more difficult for Elaine to lose weight.

"Just what Lainey?"

"I went on the pill." It was so embarrassing explaining something so personal to someone so crude. As if she hadn't been humiliated enough already. Getting the pill meant a doctor's visit. And her doctor knew her husband already had a vasectomy. He could also see her ring. God. It was so mortifying. Her face felt like it was on fire when she lied and said she wanted it so that she could control her periods.

"So?"

But going on the pill had other consequences. Obviously consequences an inconsiderate bastard never bothered to think about.

"It..the pill...makes me retain water." Elaine stammered red faced.

"The pill huh?" Mr. Jacob's lips turned up in a cruel sneer. "The pill gave you these thighs?"

"No.." Elaine gasped. His fat fingers slid over her hips and thighs.

"Or this ass?"

"No." The pill certainly didn't help. But Elaine didn't protest. She couldn't protest. Not with her bottom cheeks being gripped, squeezed, and pulled this way and that. A fat finger trying to worm its way between tightly clenched cheeks.

"Becky Sears is on the pill too," Mr. Jacobs said. "But do you think Becky Sears has an ass as big as yours?"

"No." Elaine shivered inside. Becky Sears didn't have a child and Becky Sears was younger than she was.

"Do you remember what I told you the last time Lainey?" Mr. Jacobs asked.

"About what Sir?"

"That pussy of yours," Mr. Jacob said, pulling the hapless real estate agent off the scales and against this groin. "Is it ready for me? I've heard when a woman gets old she starts to dry up. Do we need to lube you up? I got some motor oil in my truck."

Elaine was torn. She didn't want him to know the truth and yet, she felt like she had to in order to keep the bastard from using motor oil on her. Goddamn if she'd let him put motor oil anywhere near her who-ha. But in defending herself, she'd be admitting. Ahhh...too late. His fat fingers went around her hips and to her sex. Sliding up and down her already drenched lips.

"I guess it ain't dried up yet is it Lainey?" Mr. Jacobs leered. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. It was so quiet in the house, there wasn't a sound but the two of them breathing. And the sound of his zipper. "A good thing too. Cause I got a little present for you."

Oh God.

She felt his hard cock against her entrance. She knew he was endowed beast. A fat pig beast.

"I can't." Elaine whispered.

The head slipped inside. It filled her up like she'd never been filled before. How much cock was in her?

"Sure you can," Mr. Jacobs said. "Ain't like you are running out of here and letting Becky Sears take your place."

"It's too big.."

"It'll fit."

"Oh God..." Elaine groaned. It felt great, until even more slipped home. Then she felt uncomfortable. "It won't."

"It ain't as big as a baby." Mr. Jacobs panted. "But I bet it's as close as you're ever going to get."

Oh God it was big. So big. She felt stretched. She could feel the head bang against her uterus. She would die. She would. But then she felt his stomach against her bottom. She'd done it. He was all the way in. He began to fuck her.

Not softly and gently like her husband made love to her. His fat stomach slapped into her back as he drilled her. Slap..slap...slap...

His heavy balls jostled inside their sack and slapped her mons with every thrust.

Her body began to react to the stimulation despite her revulsion. Her sex quivered. Her clit enlarged and peaked out from its hood, now exposed and getting slapped by her client's ball sack.

"Come on wet fish," Mr. Jacobs sneered. "If you want the contract, you better show some excitement."

The bastard. She was no wet fish. It was just that that bastard was huge. Like a goddamn mutant or something. But though it was uncomfortable, poor Elaine wanted that sale. She arched her back. She rotated her hips. A breathless moan escaped her lips. She wouldn't. Not with him. Never. She imagined she was painting her nails.

She imagined herself changing diapers. She imagined she was doing the dishes. She imagined she was getting fucked. Treated no better than a common whore.

Oh shit. That cock. That cock was hitting her places she never knew she had.

"Oh God..." she moaned. Her hips began to pump.

There was a click of a latch. The front door opened.

Oh no! Her eyes grew wide as saucers. She didn't even have time to cover up.

"Shit," A guy in coveralls said from the front door. Then: "Steven? Elaine? Sorry...I'll...ah...come back later."

"Hey Dave," Steven Jacobs said, never missing a beat. Hands keeping Elaine from moving as he fucked her from behind. His body slapping against hers with every thrust. "Lainey, don't be rude. Say hi to Dave."

Elaine blushed a scarlet shade of red. She knew Dave. He was only a contractor, but he'd done work for her before. He knew other agents. God, she was ruined.

Even so, there was only one thing she could do now.

"Hi Dave, could you-" Come back later, Elaine meant to say. But she never got a chance.

Mr. Jacobs grinned slyly and plunged a thick thumb into Elaine's unprepared rear.

"Bastard!" Elaine gasped. "..not there..."

"Look it this Dave," Mr. Jacobs laughed. "Watch what happens when I stick my thumb up this hot little ass."

Dave couldn't help but stare. He couldn't believe a classy woman like Elaine Banner would consort with a man as fat as Mr. Jacobs. Well, other than the fact that Mr. Jacobs had a ton of money. Money could explain nearly anything.

"No-oh!" Elaine gasped again. "Oh! Oh!" She tried to gain control over her body, but it was far too late for that. It had already betrayed her. A hot flash, flooded her loins. "Oh!Oh! Oh God!"

Her cunt tightened. It danced around Mr. Jacobs hard cock. Hips pumped. Body trembled. Tight rear hole clenched a thick rude thumb. Perfect white teeth bit a questing tongue. Lightning danced through aching loins.

It proved far more than Mr. Jacobs could take. His balls tightened, and he flooded her cunt with his sperm. Gushing in her like a geyser. Filling her womb full.

She could feel it. Shooting up into her uterus. Filling her to the brim. Even that wasn't enough. He pulled out and shot his sperm over her back. Decorating her in pearly white slime.

"Goddamn..you are one hot little fuck Lainey," Mr. Jacobs said, slapping her on the ass, then wiping himself clean on Elaine's ruined panties before finally zipping up. "After you clean this mess up, get dressed and come find me and Dave. I want to show him what I want done in the bathrooms."

It was then that Dave saw the size of Mr. Jacobs cock. He'd heard of cocks that big, but never seen one before. Shit. He'd thought the only reason Elaine would be with a guy like that was money. Now, he suspected there was another reason. He looked at Mr. Jacobs with new respect.

Elaine could hardly move. It was as if her strength had been sapped. The house was bare. There was no water or power. There was nothing to clean with except her ruined undergarments. She used them to clean off her back first, and then the floor. Then went to the bathroom to get dressed. Thank God she didn't have to do all that with Dave watching her. It was bad enough he'd seen her being taken by that horrible ogre in the first place. She dressed, took a breath to steel her nerves, thought of the money she stood to lose, and went to find Steven and Dave. ________________

In the following months Elaine soon resigned herself to being Mr. Jacobs personal prostitute. Lord knows that was bad enough. But now the bastard expected more. She inspected herself in the mirror. She was barely recognizable to herself. Her hair was much more blond and in a younger cut. Her clothes were a size six. She was formerly a size twelve, but by now had lost enough weight to fit into a snug size eight. But Mr. Jacobs wanted her in a six and so she was.

The bastard was picking out her clothes for her now. Like he picked out most everything for her. She was eating less and exercising daily..she had to or suffer looking even more ridiculous in her too small clothes. Even so, she looked like she was going to pop out at any moment. Both up top and down below.

Her outfit was the usual real estate agent's standard issue. A matching skirt, blazer, a coordinating blouse and high heels. However, there were key differences. The skirt was so short, it was almost completely hidden by her jacket. Her heels were towering three inch monsters compared to the usual two inches. Small differences, but quite noticeable. Especially to others who knew the difference, like her fellow realtors. They knew. They assumed she was a slut....even though she wasn't. There as only her husband...and Steven Jacobs.

She touched up her lipstick and smoothed her hair. She checked in the mirror one final time to be certain Mr. Jacobs hadn't left any evidence. She knew from experience he left a large volume of evidence, and it could turn up where it was least expected.

There was a buzz in the kitchen.

"Lainey," Mr. Jacobs shouted. "Get the fucking cookies before they burn."

"Yes sir," Elaine replied and hurried to the kitchen. Cursing under her breath...she wouldn't be burning cookies if she hadn't been busy giving that rude bastard a quick blowjob before the open house. She took the cookies out and double checked the house. Everything was ready. It was time for the open house.

It was the usual open house. She showed it to ten couples. It was only later when she showed it to the recently divorced Jim Barnes, that things took a turn for the worse.

"Look at that Mark," Mr. Jacobs asked the prospective client. "Have you ever seen such a view?"

The stairs weren't anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that caught Mark's eye was the sight of Elaine's legs that went on for miles and the stocking tops that were easily seen now that she was on the stairs. If he wasn't mistaken, she was either wearing a thong or going commando.

"It uh..looks great," Mark blushed, once he realized that the real estate agent had caught him trying to peak under her skirt. He played if off by looking back over the living room and kitchen.

The developer nudged him in the ribs and winked.

Elaine did her best to ignore the thinly veiled innuendo Steven Jacobs kept dropping. She was doing a good job of it until they went outside.

"Lainey, how about going in there and checking out the air handler," Mr. Jacobs said.

"Sir?" Elaine couldn't believe her ears. She was dressed to the nines. She wasn't going to go under the house. It was dark. And there were probably spiders.

"It isn't necessary," Mark said.

"Sure it is," Mr. Jacobs said. "You were wondering about the age of the heat pump. Lainey here can go check out the handler and put your mind at rest."

"It really isn't-" "You are interested in the house aren't you?" Mr. Jacob's voice took a hard turn. "You aren't here wasting our time are you?"

"Ahhh..no..."

"Lainey," Mr. Jacobs said. "Go check it out."

"Yes...sir..." Elaine blushed a bright red as she knelt on all fours and crawled underneath the house.

"Can you see?" Mr. Jacobs asked, shining his flashlight in front of her briefly before shining it on her bottom.

Poor Elaine could tell by her shadow what the bastard was doing. He was showing her off in front of this customer. She tried to pull her skirt down, but in this position and owing to the skirt's small length and width, there was no pulling it down. She blushed furiously. Shit. She wasn't wearing panties. And it was all that damned bastards fault. The only underwear she allowed her to wear were stockings. "How many agents you know that will crawl underneath a filthy house with spiders and crickets?" Mr. Jacobs asked.

"None," Mark replied. He'd never in a million years imagine that an attractive middle aged woman like

Elaine would climb underneath a dusty old home in her nice clothes. His ex-wife wouldn't in a million years. Shit...she'd hardly put out, much less throw him an occasional blow job. This woman here wasn't even wearing panties...he bet she was more than a little kinky.

"That's dedication for you." Mr. Jacobs said. "You want to make her go up on the roof?"

"That isn't necessary," Mark quickly said, looking over at the intense look from the fat owner. Surely he was joking, but he couldn't be sure.

"Back up Lainey..." Mr. Jacobs said. "Further ..further...now look up..no back and up...what is that right up there...is that mold? I'm going to need to do some further remediation on this property. I want everything 100%."

Mold? Part of Mark's brain said that you didn't want mold under a house. But oh God...the real estate agent had backed up...her thighs spread..back arched..as she looked up at the joist. Her asshole was right there...and sex...he would see her lips...everything...oh Jesus Christ.

The owner must be gay or something not to realize what sort sexually stimulating position the agent was in right now. Mark glanced over quickly to be sure...no the man seemed oblivious.

"No- it's just a stain.." Elaine said, her voice strained from her humiliation.

"Are you sure?" Mark said. His balls were beginning to ache

Poor Elaine battled with the hem of her tight skirt and bent pack up to check the joist once more. Goddamn it. The customer was interested and now Steven Jacobs had blown it with this talk of mold. There wasn't any mold at this house. There was fucking foundation problems..a roof that would need replacement in the next year or so and poly pipe in the flooring on the second floor. But no mold.

She heard the rending even as she felt the release from the tightness binding her thighs.

"Shit..." she cursed.

"What was that sound..." Mr. Jacobs said, his voice barely managing not to betray his laughter. "Was that the air handler? The goddamn heating and air tech said this system was top notch."

"No sir," Elaine whimpered, her face fully flushed in humiliation. "I've..had an accident.."

"What happened?" Mr. Jacobs said. "Should I call an ambulance?"

"No.." The fat bastard. He knew what had happened and with his mock concern, he was going to make her say it.

"I've torn my skirt."

"Well...that's no worry...I've torn my pants a time or two myself." Mr. Jacobs nudged Mark in the ribs playfully. "We won't look...we promise."

"I..can't come out...I don't have...on any...underclothes..." Elaine stammered. She knew she couldn't stay under the house either. It was dusty and her back and knees were killing her. She checked her skirt...it was a goner.

"Well, I'll go to the store and pick you up something to wear," Mr. Jacobs volunteered. "Maybe Mark here can protect you while I'm away."

"You could use my shirt temporarily...I have a T-shirt on underneath" Mark offered, quickly unbuttoning his white oxford shirt for the hapless real estate agent. "You could at least come out from under the house and wait in the house."

"Perfect, you could finish showing him the rest of the house." Mr. Jacobs said. "I'll be back as soon as I can...an hour or so tops."

Poor Elaine was positively mortified. She wanted to hide there underneath the house, but she knew she had to come out sometime. She took Mark's shirt and tried to wrap it around her like a skirt, but it wouldn't reach, so she held it over her front and the remainder of her skirt over her rear.

"Can you take me in the back door please?" Elaine plead.

"That's what she said..." Steven Jacobs laughed, once more nudging Mark in the ribs. 'Get it...back door..ha ha."

"I think she means she doesn't want to be seen by anyone," Mark said helpfully. "I'll go unlock the door."

Steven Jacobs waited until Mark was around the corner, and then turned his sly eyes to the poor agent standing there with filthy knees and cobwebs in her hair, doing her best to preserve what little remained of her modesty.

"You did good. Now you go in there and sell him that fucking house," Steven warned, as he snatched the tattered remains of Elaines skirt from her.

It drew a gasp from the realtor, but she knew better than go for her skirt.

"Yes sir." Elaine gulped and tried to gather her courage as she tied the shirt around her bottom, hoping her blouse would cover her privates and went in through the back door, that Mark helpfully held open for her.

Sell him a house? Sure she had the opportunity because Mark was chivalrous enough not to leave her until that bastard Steven Jacobs came back. But what if Mark didn't want the house? What if he was just looking?

She appraised her potential customer once more. He was doing his best not to stare and trying his damndest to hide his increasingly visible erection.

"Why do you let him treat you like that?" Mark asked.

Because she needed the money, just like she needed this sale. "Can you turn around a moment please?"

Mark chivalrously stood with his back to the very comely real estate agent and grew more nervous as he heard quite a bit more going on behind him than he originally reckoned.

Elaine took off her jacket and blouse and donned Mark's oxford shirt. It was a tight fit but it covered all the important bits.

Barely.

"Okay, I'm done. Thanks." Elaine said.

Mark's eyes widened when he saw the real estate agent wearing nothing but stockings and his oxford shirt.

"See, Mr. Spenser. If a client wants me to go under the house to check something out, I'm going under the house...regardless of what it does to my stockings or dress."

Elaine put her leg on the end table and began to roll her ruined stockings down her leg. And if a client want the house inspected...I get the best damned inspector in town. Do you have an agent yet? Maybe a friend has their license and wants to show you a few homes? Answer me this? Will they crawl under the house for you? In these heels?"

"Ahhh....no," Mark squeaked. His shirt barely covered the real estate agent...she wore nothing but his shirt and a pair of red pumps. The kind of pumps that made his heart pound in his chest.

"Would you like me to be your agent?" Elaine said, as she bent at the waist and opened her briefcase.