Owned (bdsm)

Preface: Out of Luck

Kayla POV
This can't be happening!
"I'm sorry Miss Ross. But you're fired. You seem like a sweet girl, but you've only been here a week and you've been late everyday and disregard the uniform. Here's your check." My boss (ex-boss now I guess), Mr. Owens said, and I sighed, taking the check from his hands.
"Thank you for the opportunity." I say, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
"Take care of yourself Kayla. I truly am sorry." He said.
I left the restaurant, and taking whatever money I had left from tips and paid for a taxi back to my apartment. "Taxi." I yelled, sticking my arm out and hailing a cab.
My check didn't even come close to my rent. My apartment was small, crummy, and dirty, and I couldn't even afford it.
"Where to?" The driver asked, and I gave him my address. He began to drive slowly through the rain. I looked out the windows and began to cry.
My Mother would be ashamed.
When my Father died, I was only four. He served in the military, and the life insurance policy he had helped us with the first few years, but that was it. All my Mom had was my Grandma, my sister (Nicole), and me. My Grandma died when I was ten, and we started going down financially.
But Mom. She was amazing. She pushed through and became a pretty damn good lawyer. She put me and Nicole through college. She had a pretty famous firm.
Until last year. She died after an intense battle with Breast Cancer. She left half of her money to me, and the other half to Nicole.
Nicole is currently in college in Texas. She'd kill me if she found out I gambled away almost half a million dollars. I need to get that money back, but I vowed I'd never gamble again.
"Hey lady, we've been siting in front of your apartment for 5 minutes, can you pay me and get out!" The driver said, breaking me away from my thought. I threw the money I owed on top of the console and opened my door, stepping out into the rain.
The rain poured down on me and I opened the door to the lobby, only to come face to face with my landlord.
Great!
"Miss Ross, do you know what today is?" Mr. Reymour said, and I nodded. "Well...where is your payment? I need your rent." He said.
"I don't have it Mr. Reymour." I admitted. It was the third time in the last six months that I didn't have enough money to pay him rent. Well, not rent in the traditional way.
"You know what this means." He said, and he gestured for me to follow him. I had no other choice, unless I wanted to be evicted.
It was wrong. I'd never felt so disgusted in my life as when I had to do this. But as I said, I had no other choice. So I followed Mr. Reymour into the office behind the desk of the lobby. He locked the door behind us so we wouldn't be disturbed, as I started to remove my clothing.
"You really need to start paying your rent, I'm getting impatient. If it weren't for these encounters, you'd be out on the streets, hear me girl."
I seriously thought I was going to puke even while he was simply taking off his clothes. He sat in his desk chair, and I kneeled in front of him, lowering my face down towards his cock.
It ook as much of him in as I could. I was gagging, and whereas he took that as a good thing, I was trying not to vomit and cry. I had to do this in order to stay.
Mr. Reymour threw his head back, and began to moan. It was quite a gross sound. I just wanted to get this over with.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my face forward more, back and forth, face-fucking me. Please, let this be over. There's only so much more I can take. This is the grossest thing, the grossest man, I've ever done.
Mr. Reymour let go of my head and I pulled back. "Lean on my desk." He said, and standing up, I leanover his desk, hearing the crinkle of foil in the background. This is gonna be the worst of it. It'll be over soon, just a bad memory. Here it goes.
It's painful going in. I'm not a virgin, as previously stated, and I'm used to sex, but I have never been fond of anal. Feeling him in my ass was very unpleasant, and excruciatingly painful. In and out, in and out he went into and out of my ass. The desk was digging into me as I was waiting for this torture to end.
"Kayla." He said, whipping me around and taking off the condom, cumming all over my chest. Not once had I cummed in pleasure, in all 11 (now 12) of our experiences. I was covered in his semen, and as usual, I wasn't allowed to leave quite yet. I had to do three more things.
1. Clean myself off in front of him.
2. Finger myself and release and let him suck my fingers clean.
3. Put all his clothes on him and clean the office of all evidence of our encounter.
But I didn't even get a chance to even finish number one before someone keyed in and opened the door, exposing us.
"Vincent, what the hell is going on!? Kayla Ross. I knew something was going on between you two."
Mrs. Reymour.
The Reymour's opened their apartment complex after 20 years of marriage. Vincent ran building 2, while Marla ran building 1 down the street. And usually, Marla didn't come down to our building until 8. It was 7:30.
The woman stood tall in front of us, her usually happy face was livid, and she was sucking her fat in.
"You!" She said looking at me. "Get dressed. You have half an hour to get out. I want you gone by 9:15 the latest. And you." She directed her attention to her husband after throwing my clothes at me and I started to dress, still covered in cum. "Get out. I own both of these buildings. I want you gone too. If you two wanna fuck, go ahead, you have my blessing. But you can't fuck behind my back here anymore."
I ran out of the office quicker than you'd think. I didn't want to listen to that anymore. And there was no way I was ever going to have sex with him again. That creepy little old man is out of my life forever now.
I took a quick shower and changed, throwing on a niceish set of clothes, before throwing the rest of my clothes and few other belongings into bags. I can afford a night, maybe two at a hotel. I'd start looking for a job first thing in the morning, but first I needed to get out of here. Damn, just my luck.
A knock came on the door, and I opened it to find Marla Reymour.
She slapped me. "How could you? He was everything to me, you were my friend." She said, collecting herself.
"I couldn't afford rent. I'm sorry." I said. "Its no excuse, but I don't know what to say other than the truth."
"You could have talked to me. I would've made something work. I considered you a daughter. I wanted to adopt you. But you slept with my husband." Marla said, looking at her watch. "It's time for you to go."
I handed her my keys, grabbed my bags, and began to walk the empty New York streets.
I knew a motel a few blocks from here I could stay at for at least a week with my limited earnings, versus two nights at a hotel. So I walked the six or seven blocks to the motel, thankfully not getting mugged in the process.
Barry, the owner of the motel led me to a room, and gave me the key. I walked in, and as soon as I closed the door, searched for my bedroom. Walking past a kitchenette and bathroom, I collapsed on my bed. Hopefully there weren't cockroaches.
What did my life come to. I had lived in the crummy apartment for almost two years now, and technically, I'm homeless. I need a job, and food, and good sex (I hadn't been with anyone sexually (other than Vincent) or romantically in four months. And I needed to call Nicole, but how could I tell her about this. I can't. I just can't.

Sorry it's short, but it's just the preface. It sort of has a slow start, but it will pick up eventually. Please vote and comment, I wanna hear what you guys think of the story. And what do you think of Kayla? It that what you would do if you were faced with that or eviction?