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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Written on my phone, I apologise for all grammatical, punctuation and spelling errors that have occurred.
:- I work in housing.
:- My job is to get evictions over the finish line, the shit that no one else wants to do.
:- I do home visits
:- The following is a true story
:- This is a throwaway account, I’ll be checking in on my actual account to see how the story is received. This is done for my own privacy.
:- I want fab to develop the story into something fictional and more exciting.
I arrived in work on Monday morning. Open my emails and I was inundated with reports of one of our new tenants having had a party at the weekend. She was known throughout the team as hard work, single mum, twenty years of age and on the verge of getting kicked out two months into her tenancy. Which is why it’s been escalated to me.
The party got out of hand, smashed windows, damage to her neighbours car and numerous noise complaints. Police attended, slap on the wrists and ended the party.
I could not be arsed with this shit. It was every single Monday, I’d only ever spoken to her on the phone. Young, naive, sweet sounding girl. Absolute nightmare tenant though.
Gave her a call, had a chat with her and basically told her it was her last chance. If it happens again, we would be starting with eviction proceedings. She cried, promised me it would never happen again.
Skip to Thursday. Thankfully, she’s made it three days without a complaint. Maybe she’s going to stop being a dickhead, hopefully that’s the case!
Skip to Friday. Open emails. Noise complaint from four neighbours, party at number 24. She’s gone. Give her a call. Ask her why she’s taking the piss. Tell her I’m coming round to see her this afternoon to discuss the process with of seeking eviction.
Friday afternoon. Get there 20 minutes late, apologise for being late. I’m always late. Sit down, she makes me a coffee. She’s shit at making coffee, basically brown water so it sits untouched. I’m going to call her Sian, it’s not her actual name. So I’m sat looking at this young mum, looking exactly how she sounds. Cute, sweet, naive add more adjectives here... She’s really attractive, probably five foot tall, blonde, slim and perky. I’m saying the words ‘professional me’ in my head repeatedly.
“You know why I’m here, I just want to know why you’re taking the piss. You’re risking your tenancy, you have a little girl to look after. We don’t want to kick you out but you’ve had so many warnings, we’ll be requesting the courts to consent to terminating your tenancy.” She stares at me blankly, filling up with tears. Mumbling ‘I’m sorry, my sister came round with a few of her mates and we just had a drink. The music wasn’t loud and everyone had left by 10.” I respond “At this stage there is nothing that we can do, the process usually takes about six weeks, then we would provide you with a further four for you to find a new property”. At this point she’s balling.
She comes over to the sofa I’m sat on, grabbing my hands begging me to put it on hold, saying that she won’t do it again. That she’ll be more courteous to her neighbours, she’ll stop with the music, the parties, the irritating me every time I come in to work. “The only way I can put it on hold is if you can prove to me that it’s going to stop, I have you that chance on Monday and look what’s happened” her hands release mine and they fall to my legs (At this stage it begins to sound like a shit porno) her hand grazes my dick, we both know exactly what happened. and the look she gave me showed that she was just trying to show how sweet and innocent she is Her tone changed, it was still cute and sweet but with a hint of demanding. With full eye contact she just said “please.” And squeezed my thigh, slightly grazing once again.
Not gonna lie, fighting an erection at this stage.
She will well versed on using her appearance to get her own way. She knew she had me. Getting softer and softer she came closer to my face repeatedly saying “please”. Tears had gone at this stage, she was about 5cm away from my face, I could probably lick her nose if I wanted to. She grinned. She knew she had won this battle.
I backed away, saying over and over in my head “professional, professional, professional, erectional”. I sat back to give myself a bit of personal space.
“Please” now in a demanding tone.
She grabbed it, it had almost immediately gone from semi to trying to break through denim.
She smiled, and just went “hm”.
I responded “Right, this is serious now. I can de escalate the matter. I can put proceedings on hold. But if there are any more complaints, it will literally be out of my hands.” She smiled, still stroking my dick. Whilst I’m on the verge of having a stroke Trying to contain my erection. “One month, any complaints in the next month and you will be gone”. She started practically wanking me off through my pants, in my head I was just thinking if I didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t happen. I stood up to leave, her hand following my cock as if they were attached. “I’m going to get going now, I really hope we never have to speak again”. She asked me to stay, I told her I couldn’t. She said please, grinning innocently at me.
I left.
Next Monday...
Party at 24 on Saturday. Complaints regarding blahblablah. Please see notice of court proceedings to be presented to the tenant.
She moved out six weeks later. |
