The Knock on the Door by Karen Blayne

She glanced down at her mobile at the image. It looked the right house. She walked up the drive and knocked on the door then nervously pressed the bell push when she spotted it. Would it be OK or not? She hoped it would be. Her mom was quite confident he would be helpful. Fine mom but you weren’t the one in a strange land. She’d been held up at the airport whilst they decided what to do with her but eventually they’d let her in. After all she did have a Canadian Passport even if her command of English wasn’t that strong. She’d had to ask them to speak more slowly as she had trouble with their accents.

The door was answered and she glanced down at her phone. He looked older but it was nearly twenty years ago the photo was taken. “Rolland?” She enquired. He nodded. “My mom thought I should ask you nicely for help.” “Who are you?” She rattled off her six syllable name and enlightenment arrived. “Your mom used to be a housekeeper at my neighbours?” She nodded. “Come in and have a coffee at least.” She struggled as she lifted her heavy wheeled case over the doorstep. “It must be all of eighteen years since last I saw you.” “You’ve met me before?” “Just after you were born. I don’t suppose your mom is reachable by phone?” She looked puzzled for a moment then lifted out her phone and video called her mom before handing it over. After confirming her identity he made her a coffee and asked how he could be of service. “My English needs to be plus fluent. I need an English language school before University.” “And somewhere to stay as well I should think.” “What would your wife say?” “She died some five years ago now.” Somehow this didn’t sound promising and it must have shown by her expression. “Stay here tonight and tomorrow you can pop into the University and see what options you have.” It wasn’t proper to stay unchaperoned but she was tired and it seemed like a sensible idea.

Rolland cooked tea. She looked at it suspiciously. “It’s probably not what you’re used to?” He hazarded. She nodded “Well be adventurous and try it anyway.” She prodded the food with her fork then followed his lead and sliced off a bit to try. Different, less spicey than she was used to. It was odd the house was so cool inside yet outside it was as warm as she was used to, air-conditioning?

Next morning she set off on the bus. Fortunately the bus that ran past the house went to the University first thing in the morning. She talked about accommodation, it was much more expensive than she’d expected. In fact every thing was much more expensive than she’d expected it to be. At the language schools they recommended the daily rate was what she’d expected to pay for a week.

Disheartened she returned home.

“Well would you like the spare bedroom?” She nodded. “How did you guess?” “It wasn’t difficult.” “Mom thought I could get a student loan for the fees.” He wrinkled his nose. “My parents died five years ago. My in-laws died eight years ago. I’m not exactly broke so I could afford to pay your fees. Mind you it would be better if I employed you that way I could use pretax dollars but with the new minimum wage it would be expensive however it would mean you were covered for health insurance.” “Why would you do such a thing?” “I told your mother I’d look after you if need be and I have no one to leave it to. Besides your mother was a friend.” “If you charged me an exorbitant rent?” “Forty hours at minimum wage and charge you rent so that you still had a couple of hundred a week for expenses?” She smiled in agreement. “And since you were uncertain about the food I’ll let you cook.” She had a shocked expression on her face. “I must get used to the local food. My mom always cooked not me.”

They decided to shorten her name to Klara and together they worked on her English. Many of her text books had been in English so it was just learning to speak more easily. She had her own ideas about stupid idioms.

A month later she’d popped into the University to find out a bit more about her course before she started. She was sitting in one of the cafes drinking a coffee and looking through her book on idiomatic English when a tall attractive girl in skin tight jeans and leather thigh high boots asked if she might share her table. She nodded. They talked and exchanged tales of financial woe. “I’ve even thought I might have to do the unthinkable and work in a night club or something.” “Not the best idea. It’s full of males with fantasies and one of my friends worked in a call centre that catered to them. She said it was sort of boring after hearing the same fantasy time and again.” “Know anywhere to stay?” “I’m staying with a friend of my mothers.” “What’s it like?” “Quiet detached. He’s a widower and cooks strange Canadian food.” The tall girl looked enquiringly. “Would you like to come to tea?” Klara asked eventually as expected. “I’ll just get changed first.” She came back wearing a dress with a full skirt that came down to an inch or two above her knees.

“Rolland I’ve brought Fleur back for tea. Is that all right?” “Fine, Earl Grey, Orange Pekoe, Darjeeling or Gunpowder Green? Klara prefers Gunpowder without milk and I normally have Darjeeling.” “Earl Grey please.” Rolland came in carrying a tray on it rested two china mugs, a china cup and saucer, a China tea pot, China milk jug and a sugar bowl. Rolland passed one mug to Klara and took the other for himself. “Serve yourself.” Fleur took another reassuring look round the room, sipped her tea then stood up. “My isn’t it hot in here.”

She unbuttoned the front of her dress to reveal her sophisticated underwear. “I wasn’t sure what you might prefer if I flashed you silk knickers or something more sheer?” She slipped off silk ones and pulled on a sheer pair over her blonde pubic hairs. “Of course your preferences could be for something different.” She changed into a pair of crotchless knickers then curled up in his lap guiding his fingers towards her slit.

Klara was shocked and speechless at Fleur’s brazenness. Then noticed Rolland was more amused than anything else. How could Fleur do such a thing with a man? She stepped across so she wasn’t so excluded and undid Fleur’s front opening lace bra. Klara lightly slid her fingers across Fleur’s soft skin and brought them up under her breast. Rolland was stroking her crotch very lightly. Fleur lowered her lips to kiss Rolland so Klara lowered her lips to suckle Fleur’s exposed breast. “I suppose you’re interested in the spare room at the rent Klara pays?” Fleur looked like a cat who has found the cream pot. “Well the thought had crossed my mind.” She dipped her head down for another deeper kiss. “You’ll have to let me know which clothes you’d prefer me to wear around the house?” She moved his hand to rest on her silk stocking tops.

“I don’t think he’s totally convinced. We could put on a show for him?” Klara murmured in Fleur’s ear. Fleur raised her eyebrow questioningly at Rolland who merely nodded. She got up and was guided to the sofa opposite where Klara kissed her and slipped her finger into the opening of the crotchless knickers. Fleur kissed her back and fondled her thigh before sliding her fingers up to Klara’s mound. “I’d prefer your tongue.” Fleur hesitated then thinking of how nice the house was and how little she suspected Klara was paying kissed the insides of Klara’s thighs slowly working her way up. She tugged at the tie sided briefs and then went to work on Klara’ mound. She’d always wondered what it would feel like to a man to give her oral sex. Klara motioned with her head for Rolland to come and sit next to her on the sofa. She unzipped him and took him gently in hand hardly daring to think of all the new things she was trying today. She tried to stroke Rolland very lightly to keep him interested but not hard as she had an idea it would take Fleur much longer to bring her to an orgasm then it would take Rolland to reach one.

She felt it coming, her first from being tongued. The feeling swamped her but she knew she had to share it. She lifted Fleur’s head up and moved it over Rolland’s hardness. Fleur hesitated she never dreamt she’d be doing a sex act with two people at once. “Same rent as Klara?” He nodded and Fleur took her first rod in her mouth as Klara slid her fingers into her very moist slit. He came quite quickly and the act of swallowing his sperm together with Klara’s clever fingers brought her to her climax.

She lay on the floor at their feet and lazily asked “So how much rent does Klara pay then?” “Two thousand a month.” “What? No wonder she said everything was so expensive. How could you possibly charge her that much rent? You want blow jobs and two thousand a month you must be out of your mind.”

Klara smiled lazily at him. “She is very attractive and she does have a silver tongue which both of us enjoy so if you’re feeling rich enough you could?” She left the rest of the sentence in the air. “I could and as long as you don’t mind?” Klara smiled. Fleur looked puzzled. “I pay Klara for forty hours a week minimum wage through a company I own but she repays me most of it back in rent. She does get her fees paid though. Interested? I think yours comes with a dress code and lots of other related duties.” Fleur finally smiled “You two are bad you know.” Before reaching across and sealing the bargain with a kiss for both of them.