A neighbour

-co-written with SammyColt-

They both grunted as Max ran him over and landed on top of him. With wide, shocked eyes Max stared into the confused face of Doyle Petersen, one of her neighbors. Doyle was an overweight man in his forties, a nice guy who worked at a nearby construction site, who now looked down and to his surprise saw that that hot little Latina thing, Miss Guevara, lay on top of him completely naked.

Before he could say a word, Max bobbed up again, her face beet red, and sprinted for her door. Only now it occurred to her that her keys were in her pocket and that she was locked out! Desperately she threw herself with her shoulder against the cheap wooden door. She heard something splinter and then she stood inside her living-room. Quickly she slammed the door shut behind her to block Mr. Petersen’s view, who still gawked at her with an open mouth.

She’d have to explain the broken door to Cindy, but on her list of problems this took a pretty low spot.

Grinning Jonas looked down at the middle-aged man who lay on the floor, a dumbfounded look on his face. “Everything alright?”

The man seemed to be completely confused and he constantly looked over to the door of Max’ apartment. It didn’t take a genius to piece together what had occurred here. The lucky guy probably just got the surprise of his life and was still shocked.

Jonas chuckled as he walked past the man towards the splintered door. It took a little effort to push it open, the cheap wood was a little jammed in the frame, but a little push did the trick. He entered and closed the door behind himself.

Max stood in the middle of the poorly furnished living room, still stark-naked, still covering herself with her hands and still glaring at him with blazing fury. “You bastard!” she hissed, but Jonas ignored her.

Jonas took a casual glance around Max’s apartment before noticing Max had picked up a coat. “Don't,” he told her then looked towards the windows, then out down to the street below. He could see his car below, every other person who walked by taking a second glance at the automobile that was worth more than they would make in their entire lives. Across the street was another half-finished apartment building, undoubtedly filled with squatters just like this one. The thought annoyed him, low lives like that infected the city, wasting resources and not contributing anything back. In his mind this entire sector should be torn down and rebuilt, better and stronger.

“This is where you live?” He said, almost fascinated in her apartment. A small couch, and two beat up chairs formed a small circle around an old television. One wall of the room was lined with windows, looking towards downtown Seattle and to the ocean. Two of the windows were missing, plastic cover nailed down with wooden boards.

The apartment was littered with a random assortment of junk, old clothes and blankets. Random bike parts and empty bottles lined one wall, and a number Jam Pony bags were piled up beside one of the chairs. Jonas picked up a tangle of old bungee cord that the he could only assume Max used during her day job then tossed it on the couch. Almost everything in the apartment looked old and worn.

Max watched him, as he judged her home. “Yeah?! What about it? Not everyone was born with a silver spoon already in their mouth.” The remark earned her a sharp look from Jonas, but it was fleeting as he turned his attention to the half-finished wall that separated her room from the shared living space.

“A woman with your talents could have so much more.” Jonas said looking at her, she was a picture of beauty, flawless in nearly every way imaginable. She had turned sideways, hiding herself from him her arms crossed over her breasts. Just looking at her was to make his blood boil.

Max glared at him and took a step back as he approached. “Turn around.” he whispered. Then, with his hands on her hips, he guided her to her kitchen table. “Put your hands on the table.” he ordered. Max closed her eyes in disgust but obeyed. His hand slid around her waist, then between her legs.

A shudder rolled through Max's body almost making her knees tremble as he pushed two fingers inside of her. Jonas grinned then leaned into her, pressing his erection against her back and whispered. “You can't deny that you enjoyed our time in the car can you Max? Is my crippled nephew unable to satisfy you?”

Max had enough and spun around to face him, his hand being pushed away in the process. She shoved him hard enough to send him tumbling back until he hit the back of her sofa his hands reaching back to catch himself. Max wanted to hit him, break him in half but instead she stood there fuming as Jonas looked back at her with a smile he seemed to like the challenge she presented.

Reaching back Jonas grabbed the tangle of bungee cord that had been lying on the couch, “Now, Max. We don't want you hurting me now, do we?” he asked. He grabbed one of her hands wrapping the elastic rope around her wrist, then he motioned her to turn around, tying her hands behind her back. “Now where do you keep your bed?”