HOUSING BENEFIT

PAULA Ransome drew in a deep breath as she approached the door.  She was only doing this for the sake of her family.  The only way a family could get a decent house in this borough was for the wife to sleep with the housing manager.

The tall, slim, graceful 25 year redhead reached the door and hesitated.  Steeling herself, she knocked and stepped past the man who opened it.

‘It’s you at last.  You’re the one that I wanted out of all them out their.  Where are your panties?  They’re not in your hand.’

‘I’m wearing them.  I am different to most of those out there and I’m only doing this for my family.  Where do I go?’

‘Upstairs, first room on the right, just stand next to the bed.’

He followed her up the stairs.  Paula’s short red skirt rode up her legs revealing her stocking tops and royal blue suspender straps.  She walked into the room and stood beside the unmade bed.

‘This is purely a business arrangement.  You want sex with me and my family needs a home.  I can’t see there being any romance or tenderness involved.’

‘You’re right,’ he said, sitting in the chair.  ‘Lift your skirt.’

Paula raised her skirt to her mid thighs

‘Higher, higher.  Take it above your waist.  Now you see why I like them to carry their panties instead of wearing them.’

She raised her skirt up to her hips, exposing all of her legs.