A cozy townhouse in a historic and wealthy area.

Pennystone lane was often used by locals as a term for both the titular road itself, as well as its similar surrounding streets. The area was a wide winding stretch of 1800s terraced houses dotted with lavish parks and antique street lamps. The lane is bordered on one side by an equally historic and affluent section of downtown, towering stone skyscrapers of art deco and gothic design filling the skyline to the east.

To the west side of the lane, tightly packed townhouses slowly give way to large and lush mansion estates, entire streets lined with tall wrought iron fences, guarding the massive and ancient manors within. Further south is the coast, a wide sweeping beach with clean golden sands, an idyllic retreat reserved for the rich and influential. All around high end neighbourhoods.

Arriving from the north however is a little more jarring.

You slowly wind your car through a seemingly normal and quiet working class area densely packed with small apartment buildings.

Beginning to think you had gotten lost, you tentatively round another corner and are met with a large steel gate, slung between the sides of two classic, stately townhouses on either side of the street.

to the left stands a small building with an open window and counter, visible inside is a professionally dressed and clean cut security guard sitting slouched in his chair, distractedly eying a magazine and sipping from a large steaming tea cup.

You lean from your car window trying to get the guards attention “Hello, excuse me!”

The guard looks up at you with with a start and fumbles for a moment trying to hide the magazine from view, however before he’s able to, you catch sight of the cover image.

The cover shows a curvy blonde bimbo in her take thirties, stroking and licking a gigantic horse dildo wedged between two humongous fake tits each the size of her head. The title reads “super anal sluts” a bit of a generic name you think, but damn if it didn’t make your imagination run wild.

“Sir, did you need something?” The security guard snaps you out of your fantasies and is looking at you with a slight frown. “Uh, yeah, This is Pennystone Lane right? I’m moving to the area so i guess I’ll need in” you say awkwardly.

“Yeah i guess you do” the security guard takes on a skeptical and sarcastic tone as his eyes scan over your economy car, “but you’ll need to provide proof of residency before i can give you a pass”

you pause before looking around at the interior of your car, mouth slightly agape and suddenly nervous at this unexpected obstacle.

“*sigh* what’s the address?”

“Number fifty seven Pennystone lane”

The guard turns away from you and begins typing away at a small laptop sat beside him, “Arthur Allan?” He abruptly asks. “Yeah, thats me” you fish some ID out of your wallet and hand it to him.

“You’re lucky, turns out you’re already in the system” he returns your licence before flicking a switch on the wall and gesturing you to head through, as the steel gate in front of your car shudders to life and gently glides free of your path.

You’re about to put your car in gear when a very stupid idea strikes your still horny mind, and before you can stop yourself you look back at the guard and ask “hey, where could a guy get a magazine like that?”

The guard jumps and nearly chokes on his tea, spluttering out “wha-what magazine?” A sudden mean streak you didn’t know you had takes you as you loudly announce “that **** anal fetish magazine you were reading!”

His face flushes red, in anger and embarrassment, whipping around to check if anyone heard you.

“Hey, hey, hey, keep it down!” He harshly whispers, “you want the fucking magazine? Take it and get the hell out of here” he sharply thrusts the magazine into your car window, dropping it into your lap.

You tuck the porno mag safely away in one of your bags in the back seat and shoot a smug grin his way, before putting your car in gear and quickly driving though the gate into your new neighbourhood.

You glide across well maintained cobblestone streets with ease as you make your way through row after row of beautiful tall townhouses, each one having slight variations that make it unique from the rest.

“51...”

“53...”

“55...”

“Ah” there it is, No. 57 Pennystone lane.

Its a slim looking three storey townhouse, “huh, the listing said it was two storeys” made of brown bricks accented with red. On either side of the front steps is a small gated garden area. To the left there is another, larger townhouse and to the right is an alley with a walking path running through it, with vines flowing up the walls and being lit by antique lights.

All in all it gives off a very cozy and inviting aura, just looking at your new home already makes you feel relaxed and then immediately a bit nauseous as you ponder how much a place like this actually sells for.

You pull your car into the private street side parking spot with a large “57” painted on the ground and shut the engine off.

Looking at your phone you check the time and see it’s 11:30 am.

Plenty of time left in the day to move in and get aquatinted with your roommate(s).