Wanda didn't know why she felt the need to wear this clothing to go apartment hunting, but here she was. Her skirt flashed open a bit wider than she had anticipated. Mr. White not only saw the lovely smooth flesh above her stocking top, he saw the inside of her milky white thigh and her pale yellow panties, as well as a dark brown strip of something around her thighs.

Wanda didn't know that.

"You always pay your way, eh?"

Wanda saw him ogling her exposed legs and blushed. She recrossed her knees and leaned forward. The blouse she wore opened down to the third unbuttoned button and Mr. White had a wonderful view of Wanda's gorgeous breasts. They were swollen and plump, and looked as silky smooth as her inner thighs.

"I mean, there's no question that I will have a job by the time next month's rent is due. I have one month's rent and two month's security, if you will accept that. I also have a bank account with over one thousand dollars in it, sir."

"Over, one thousand?"

"Yes. Well over."

Mr. White sat back. His prick was thickening inside his trousers. It'd been a long while since he'd had a client quite as beautiful as this one. He pressed his thick fingers over his throbbing penis and pushed it down between his thighs. Then he passed Wanda an application.

"You go sit over there at that desk,” he told her in a firm but not unfriendly voice. “Fill out the application. I'll be with your shortly. Got a little somethin’ to do back in my quarters,” he said.

"Oh, you live down here in this cellar?"

Mr. White looked up sharply, and frowned. “Eh? Oh yes. I do. It's not a cellar, however.” With this, he disappeared behind the velvet curtains through which she'd seen him enter.

She went to the desk and turned on a lamp. A soft golden light glowed from the desk lamp, contrasting with a florescent lamp about it, which had a pleasant purple glow.