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Chapter 4 by Bevatoria Bevatoria

Do you get that shower or does the first prospective tenant show up earlier than expected?

A bit of both

With your focus on cleaning yourself as the first priority and not the many items strewn across the empty area, including your clothes from last night, you grab your short white robe and towel, knowing you need to shower and freshen up a bit before your tenants get here.

You stop at the door as you grab your toiletries, seeing a newspaper as you open it. You kneel down quickly to thumb it open to the adds page, finding the one that Jacob put out for you with the right address.

'Roommate needed for loft apartment. Great deal! Pay $700/month +negotiable benefits, willing to have many arrangements with potential tenants."

Other then Jacob using 'benefits' instead of 'utilities', it sounded all right; after all, since this was your first time with a roommate you wanted to keep open dialogues with them, especially when it came to renting with people you've never known before. Although you do wish he'd specified 'female'.

You toss the paper aside, throwing on a pair of slippers as you walk into the hallway. The sleep deprivation you're suffering from makes you miss the fact that you didn't lock the door behind you as you step into the communal bathroom, grateful that at least that has a lock on it.

It takes a fair amount of time for you to do everything you need to - brush your teeth, use the toilet, and then shower - but it's the things you want to do that slow you down, your hands lingering a bit too long on your sore pussy, before your sleep addled brain snaps out of it, reminding you that you have other things you need to do.

As you step out of the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel sleepily, it takes you a minute to notice that your door is cracked open. Then you realize that you forgot to lock it, and you walk over to the door carefully, hoping it's just a prospective roommate who's showed up and not something more sinister. In either case, you retie the sash around your tight robe to make sure you're not showing anything inappropiate.

"Hello? You call out, stepping into your apartment tentatively, still drying your hair as you see...

Who shows up first?

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