Attempt to sell the condo

(author's note: The next few chapters are set up to let the subjects lose total control / Total Power Exchange. They might contain a bit less action, but should help set the stage for more exciting stuff later on. Please enjoy and feel free to give feedback. It's much appreciated!)

I figured I had quite a lot to do. Looking around my apartment, I realized a few boxes were still around, waiting to be unpacked. But most of the unpacking was already done. It was a little ironic, I thought, that only once most boxes were unpacked, I decided to sell the place again.

In my head, I made a mental note of everything I was going to have to do. I would have to put all my stuff in boxes again, sell the apartment, sell the car and find some place to store all my stuff. If I would put all my focus into packing that should only take a couple of days. Selling the place will probably take more time than that.

As such, the first thing on the list was calling a realtor. The guy who sold me the condo should know everything about it, and is probably a good place to start. As I looked up the number I decided to call him right away. After ringing for a while it went to voicemail. "Damn it. This is only going to work if people actually answer their phone", I mumbled.

I walked around the apartment and noticed my bed. My bed was just standing there, having been unused for the past 5 days or so. I had spent quite some time finding a mattress I really liked, and all I've done the past couple of days is sleeping on cold hard floors of the zoo's enclosures. "Life sometimes definitely can be funny", I said out loud.

All of a sudden, I realized what I had been doing the past couple of days, and the bizarre question I had answered positively. Even though a 'little' ****, it did feel like the right thing to do. Besides, I'm still young and have my whole life in front of me. Why not do things I enjoy?!

Unconsciously, my hands moved down my body until they reached my clit. The tip of my fingers rubbed very slightly across my clit. It felt good. I became aware of what I was doing and looked around the room. Nobody was there, and nobody was looking. Rubbing myself off in private definitely is not the same as doing so in public. Even though it had been only a couple of days in the zoo, I had already grown accustomed to it, and to touch myself in private already felt weird. While fantasizing about being behind the zoo's bars and having a large audience, I masturbated furiously. I came hard, spread my legs even wider, pretending there was a large group of onlookers. Rubbing even harder I came again rather quickly. This cycle repeated a couple of times until I was too tired and my clit too sensitive to continue.

On top of my blankets I fell asleep, as naked as the day I was born.

Once I woke up, I saw that I must have been asleep multiple hours. Even though that's not a problem by itself, I did have an apartment to sell, and preferably quite quickly! I tried to call the realtor again. This time someone answered almost right-away; "Hello, Realtor's & Co, this is Jennie speaking. How may I help you?". "Uhm, ", I stammered, I realized I had wanted to be swift, but hadn't really thought about what exactly I was going to say or ask. "Uhm, ", I said again, "I recently bought a condo from you, and I am looking to sell it. I was offered a job, you see, and it comes with, uhm, let's say room & board included, you see".

"Okay", the person on the other end of the phone said, "we can definitely make an appointment to come by and discuss all the details. Maybe we can come by on Tuesday two weeks from now?". I tried to think quickly what my calendar would look like. Then it hit me that it was pretty much empty. I no longer had a job to show up to, after all. But I also wanted to sell the place asap, so I don't have to think about it and can move into the zoo as quickly as possible.

"Can we maybe do it a little earlier? I would like to sell the place asap", I asked. The secretary replied, "Well, we could maybe see if we can make an appointment next week Friday at the end of the day, but given the current state of the housing market, our realtors are really busy, so it's going to be hard to schedule something much earlier. Besides, typically it takes at least a couple of weeks up to a few months to sell a place. I'm not sure what your time line looks like?". "BUT THAT'S WAY TOO LONG!", was my initial reaction. I hadn't meant to shout, but it was really far off from what I had in my head. I wanted, or even needed, to move into the zoo ASAP, and I didn't want to be held back by futile things like selling a condo.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you. Maybe I can get back to you?", I sounded dejectedly, clearly disappointed. "Of course honey, no problem. I will try to keep a slot open next week Friday, so feel free to give us another call. I cannot guarantee that slot, though". I ended the conversation quickly.

This was definitely not what I had wanted to hear. The past few days I had enjoyed performing in front of and for other people. But that wasn't the only thing I had enjoyed. It was also really enjoyable that I didn't have to think about anything. The zoo keepers basically decided everything for me; when I was going to eat, what I was going to eat, what enclosure I was going to be in, etc. Pretty much everything was taken care of for me. And now I all of a sudden had to go back to my adult life, with adult decisions to make, and adult setbacks to deal with. "This sucks!", I shouted across my apartment, sounding both angry and disappointed.

Wanting to focus on something else, I decided to make a cup of tea, and sit down in front of the TV. There were plenty of entertaining shows on, but none of them were as entertaining, as it was to entertain people in the zoo myself. Shows I probably liked a week ago, were all of a sudden quite boring. This didn't work to change my focus. Instead, I would call a few more realtors, see if any of them was available sooner.

Even though all the numbers I called answered, they pretty much gave the same response. "It's very busy", "Selling a place may take a while", "We don't do condo's", etc. No doubt if I had a couple of months, it would work out fine. But that was time I didn't have, or didn't want to have. I could start packing boxes, just to get a move on. But some of the realtors' offices had specifically suggested I did not do that: It was better to have a house with furniture and display what it looked like when everything was unpacked, than that it was to have a near-empty apartment where it would be hard for potential buyers to see what it could like look once they moved in.

I had asked Stacey to give me 'a few days'. That wasn't going to work out this way for sure. Maybe I should call the zoo, see what kind of timeline they can work with? I was given a card with a phone number Monday morning, but I soon realized that that card was probably nowhere to be found. Being naked with only just your shoes doesn't really give you a lot of options to carry stuff.

Maybe then try the zoo's general number?