Women in Debt (Erotica)

By Jay Merson

Brenton is middle-aged, an experienced debt collector running his own company. He is then able to select the accounts to call on and he selects only the attractive women for his clients. Once he calls he paints a bleak picture and then, as they despair, he offers a lifeline – a deal that involves him calling on them monthly to collect the instalments – as well as the sex he demands as part of the deal. The women vary in age and types, from the not-so -well-off to the rich and all in between. He isn’t bothered, he can pick and chose as he wants and, he can dictate how things will be too, during the sex sessions that follow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Merson
• Release date: Nov 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466076464

Jay Merson

The prolific author of over 124 erotic novels and short stories. Born in West london and lived most of life in the UK but now abroad. A staunch Englishman that always celebrates the day of the English - St.George's Day, where ever he might be in the world. Writes BDSM erotica in a descriptive and explicit way to bring the varied scenarios and situations to life - situations that the reader can relate to in his or her daily life.Hates music and lives in a world totally free of it, loves black stockings (on women) is an ex-soldier, ex-London fireman, holds black belts in five different martial arts but now leads a more sedate life and prefers to relax and chill rather than pump the muscles.

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Women in Debt

By

Jay Merson

Copyright. Jay Merson 2011

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Chapter 1

But I can’t pay, she said, her voice cracking and close to tears. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes filled with water. What will happen to me, will I go to prison?

He sat on the settee in her front room with his briefcase on his lap and her paperwork on top of that. Brenton Halliday had been in this situation many times, it was his job, debt collecting, and part of that was listening to sob stories day in and day out. The best part for him was the women he collected from, single and young housewives, middle-aged and mostly attractive, fuckable too and he did well at getting plenty from debt-ridden grateful women that he offered a life-line to. He filled them with bad news, played the upright and professional debt agent and then, once they were desperate, he hinted that he might be able to help and Bingo! They fell for it nearly every time.

Not prison, he said with regret sounding in his tone, At least I don’t think so. That isn’t for me to decide, I only make the reports and recommendations.

This one was a beauty, aged twenty-six, married but separated and living alone if by no means struggling for the furnishing of the apartment were if not lavish then of good quality and the clothes she wore designer and expensive – and yet the woman was heavily in debt. She was a looker for sure, with long blonde hair tied back in a sexy ponytail, a thin light blue blouse that hugged her slim waist and upper body, moulding itself down over the thrust of her neat little tits to give more than a hint of what lay beneath, the outline of her little black bra visible through the thin material. Her skirt was pleated and in dark blue, finished mid-way up her slender thighs to show her shapely legs to great effect and the sheer black of the stockings she wore, he hoped to hell they were stockings, Brenton hated tights, added much to her overall appeal and sexiness.

You can report favourably on me? she asked hopefully, her expression one of a little-girl-lost and her wide eyes imploring and filled with yearning, Please will you?

Brenton felt his cock jerk within his trousers. God! How he loved this part of the proceedings, letting them down then hinting at salvation, then dropping them down again before hinting again and then, offering a lifeline to them. He found this part so very exciting, thrilling, he felt all powerful and commanding, holding their fate in his hands it surpassed all to have an attractive woman so dependent on him and his decision.

He shook his head slowly, Sadly this one would be difficult to do anything with, it has gone so far...

How far? she snapped urgently, her bottom lips quivering and her delicate slim fingers winging at the torn tissue clutched in her hands.

She was seated opposite him, in the big armchair, her little skit ridden back to show much of her lovely thighs and the beginnings of the dark band of the tops of her stockings. He felt his cock stiffening rapidly to press most uncomfortably against the inside of his trousers.

The next step is the bailiffs.

Oh God! she wailed and buried her face in her hands as she sobbed loudly and sniffled and snuffled.