Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)From his office in the second floor of his four floor building, Glen Wingate looked at the spreadsheet telling him who'd paid the rent. He was the property manager, and a bit of an overbearing one, if you listened to the not so veiled whispers and murmurings of 'his' tenants. He was rumored to have evicted people the minute after their legal time limit to pay rent had come up if they didn't abide by his very exacting conditions of repayment.
There were rumors, of course. Of him making them pay double, or do 'favors' for him. The younger, more attractive female tenants were either blissfully unaware or entirely too aware of his lingering gazes on their pretty little bodies. Glen wasn't an idiot, though, so he was usually careful to skirt the line between a stolen glance or two and straight out ogling of his chosen targets.
At least when they were looking at him. After all, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right?
His gaze right now was on a picture of one of his younger tenants, Emily. The moment she'd made her way into the building, Glen had been waiting for the moment she slipped up. Because he knew that as a young college aged girl, she probably didn't have a lot of savings or cash to rely upon. Or parents, if she was renting in this part of town...
Glen had left her a voicemail to come see him before the end of the day about her rent. He looked at his phone again in his small, cramped office; which had a small, light brown wooden desk, a stiff metal chair in front of it, and his own old brown leather chair which he was sitting on. He was in his mid fifties - even he couldn't be bothered to remember his age these days - but looked older. He was a bigger man, and his black shorts and white t-shirt had clearly seen better days.
For all of the things he could control about this building, he could never get the temperature in his office quite right; but after a time, he almost preferred it this way, as it added to the ambiance a bit...
Plus, it wasn't as if he wanted it cold in here anyways. Any excuse to get the ladies to stay under dressed for him...
There were rumors, of course. Of him making them pay double, or do 'favors' for him. The younger, more attractive female tenants were either blissfully unaware or entirely too aware of his lingering gazes on their pretty little bodies. Glen wasn't an idiot, though, so he was usually careful to skirt the line between a stolen glance or two and straight out ogling of his chosen targets.
At least when they were looking at him. After all, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right?
His gaze right now was on a picture of one of his younger tenants, Emily. The moment she'd made her way into the building, Glen had been waiting for the moment she slipped up. Because he knew that as a young college aged girl, she probably didn't have a lot of savings or cash to rely upon. Or parents, if she was renting in this part of town...
Glen had left her a voicemail to come see him before the end of the day about her rent. He looked at his phone again in his small, cramped office; which had a small, light brown wooden desk, a stiff metal chair in front of it, and his own old brown leather chair which he was sitting on. He was in his mid fifties - even he couldn't be bothered to remember his age these days - but looked older. He was a bigger man, and his black shorts and white t-shirt had clearly seen better days.
For all of the things he could control about this building, he could never get the temperature in his office quite right; but after a time, he almost preferred it this way, as it added to the ambiance a bit...
Plus, it wasn't as if he wanted it cold in here anyways. Any excuse to get the ladies to stay under dressed for him...