Mrs. Delban cries out your name as she feels you cum deep inside her ass. Her body arches off the bed, back straining as a second orgasm washes over her in a wave of heat and pleasure. She moans and gasps, riding the sensation until finally her muscles relax and she collapses bonelessly onto the bed.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as she looks up at you with shining eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Mmm... that was delicious,"

I chuckle under my breath and lean in close to her, my voice low and teasing. "Oh, I like a feisty one. Just remember who's in charge here." Her cheeks flush red with anger and embarrassment, but she doesn't say anything more as I slap her ass once more before letting her go.

I knock on the door to Apartment 7, waiting for the ebony single mother or her daughter to answer.

"Uh... actually..." Hoeker trails off, thinking about his own network of drug users in the building. There's always someone willing to share their pipe or straw for a taste of whatever you've got. "I think I can put you in touch with someone," he says after a moment. "They're not here right now, but they should be back soon."

He hesitates, glancing between you and the mess on the floor before speaking again. "Look...

Hoeker hesitates, glancing between you and the mess on the floor before speaking again. "Look... I know it's not your problem, but if there was some way I could maybe get a break on my rent..." He trails off, not meeting your eye. "I mean, just for this month or something... I could really use the help."

There's an uncomfortable silence as he waits for your response.

Angie exhales slowly, relief washing over her as she hands over the remaining fifty dollars. "Thank you, Martin," she says gratefully. "I promise I'll make it up to you next month." She forces a weak smile, hoping that this will be enough to appease you for now.

As you take the money and turn to leave, she closes the door behind you, leaning back against it with a sigh of relief... for now.

As Martin descends the stairs, Annie shrinks back into her doorway, her eyes darting nervously between you and the rest of the hallway. She knows that she can't avoid this conversation forever; sooner or later, you'll come for her. But until then, she tries to find any small bit of comfort in her miserable life.

Chris nods gratefully and takes the money back, shoving it into his pocket with relief. "Thanks... I appreciate that," he says, stepping aside to let you pass. As you walk away from the apartment, you can hear him muttering under his breath about how much of a bastard 'Vile', VillainousReincarnation is, but at least he got off easy this time.

With Unit 1 taken care of, you head over to see if anyone else needs your "special" brand of attention today.

Chris blanches visibly at the mention of eviction. He knows how easily you can make his life hell in this city. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, "I just got paid earlier today and I was going to get it to you right away."

He steps aside, revealing a dimly lit room behind him. There's some threadbare furniture, dirty clothes piled up in one corner and a large crack down the center of the ceiling.

"Now then," you say, taking a seat behind your desk and motioning for her to sit down as well. "Let's talk about what exactly it is that you can offer me in return for not throwing you out on the street." You cross your arms and lean back in the chair, watching her carefully from over steepled fingers.

"I see," you say nonchalantly as she begins to undo your pants. "You're just going to give it away like that, huh? I suppose that will do nicely." You lean back in the chair, enjoying her eager attentions as she sucks you off beneath your desk. As she works, you idly wonder if you should consider using this particular tenant for more than just rent money...

As you continue making your rounds, you start to notice that things aren't going as smoothly as they normally do. Units like 7-10 are empty, the locks broken off and doors hanging open. You make a mental note to get those rekeyed soon. You're almost done when you come across Unit 12, a small apartment shared by two people - a young couple named Jake and Emily.

Units 7 and 8 are both empty, the doors hanging open with no signs of forced entry. The rooms inside are in shambles, trash scattered everywhere, furniture overturned, and floors littered with dirty laundry and stained sheets.

In unit 9, there's a makeshift bed set up against one wall, covered in blankets and clothes. It looks like someone's been living here for weeks, maybe even months. There's food scattered around the room, cans and bottles stacked haphazardly on shelves.