Revenge on the Landlord: Erotic Tales of Wet Revenge

By Kaylee Kennicott

My girlfriend and I are just like everyone else: making ends meet, but struggling financially, and doing our best to be good responsible people.

We moved out of our old apartment to get away from our terrible and negligent landlord -- he always ignored our maintenance requests, even when it was a serious safety issue -- and although we were expecting him to take a little bit out of our security deposit...we were shocked when he pocketed the whole thing and used it to renovate the apartment so he could rent it at a higher price.

Angry and upset, we visited our old place in the middle of the night and, well...my girlfriend had a tiny bladder and a massive drink that night.

One thing led to another...and we trashed the place, peeing in inappropriate places to get back at the scumbag who robbed us.

Along the way, we discovered a few new things about ourselves...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaylee Kennicott
• Release date: Jun 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463984376

Kaylee Kennicott

Kaylee is 25 years old and writes erotica.

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REVENGE ON MY LANDLORD:

AN EROTIC TALE OF WET REVENGE

Kaylee Kennicott

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Copyright 2018 Kaylee Kennicott

REVENGE ON MY LANDLORD

My head was deep inside another cardboard box when I heard Esther coming up the stairs. I surveyed the piles of detritus around me; I had hoped to get more accomplished while she was at work but this new apartment was short on storage space and there were fewer places to actually unpack all this stuff. We really needed a few more shelving units.

But Esther waved an envelope at me as she entered. It arrived! she crowed. Finally!

The security deposit?

Yep. I expect that asshole deducted a few hundred just because, but that’ll still leave us with a grand if we’re lucky. We can get some new furniture this weekend!

Why don’t you open it first? I cautioned. After the horrible experiences we had with this landlord, I wasn’t so certain that our security deposit would be intact.

Esther’s indignant squawk when she ripped it open indicated that I was right.

What the fuck? she said. Then she started yelling it. What the actual everlasting fuck?!

This was the moment I was dreading. How much did we get back?

Fire danced in her eyes as she turned to me. Nineteen dollars, she spit.

Nineteen…?

NINETEEN, she repeated firmly. Out of our initial $1200 security deposit.

That’s...not even 2% of what we originally spent.

This is BULLSHIT, she declared. "Do you remember when we first moved in to that place? He claimed he hired cleaners before we arrived but it took me a week to scrub the