Chapter 1: Introduction

When I first met Mrs. Johnson, she was a bundle of wry, almost sarcastic jokes, with eyes that darted over my face and body in quick, furtive glances before settling on my chin as she rattled off the lease agreement. Her grin was wide, and her white teeth gleamed even under the dim lights of her modest but cozy foyer.

"Now, Mr. Mike Smith," she said, reading through the stipulations of the contract as if to stress upon me the gravity - or more aptly, the banality - of those words.

She went on about the usual things - rent payment dates, the deposit, the prohibition on pets, until she finally finished and lifted her head.

Mrs. Johnson's dark, assessing eyes caught mine, and a small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Oh, and there's one more thing," she added. "If you ever have to do any chores around the house, you can come up to my room and ask for my key."

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of her meaning. "Your key?"

Mrs.

Johnson's eyes twinkled as she elaborated, "Yes, my key to the upstairs closet. I keep some cleaning supplies and tools there. And just so everything's clear, you'll be doing basic maintenance work, nothing too heavy, okay?"

Heat crept up my neck as I nodded, her words painting a vivid image of the tall, curvy woman bent over in her closet, rummaging through vibrators, dildos, and various other paraphernalia.

Of course, the idea of Mrs. Johnson being so sexually adventurous was intriguing, but it felt wrong to be so fascinated. I mean, she was my landlord, after all.

I spent the next few days trying to shake off that lingering sensation in the back of my mind. Every time I went to fetch something from her closet, I would hesitate for a second, my heart pounding in my chest as I imagined Mrs. Johnson doing what she did in there.