Chapter Three

“Georgie. Georgie, wake up.”

Georgia groaned. It had taken her ages to fall asleep at the early hour of nine o’clock at night and she could feel a damp puddle of saliva on her pillow thanks to her obligate mouth breathing.

“Linh, what time is it?” She rasped, her throat felt as dry and rough as sandpaper.

“It’s that Vince guy again.” Her roommate whispered conspiratorially, her face a shadow in the darkness. “You were worried about him right?”

They were in Georgia’s cramped shoe box of a bedroom and yes, the unfortunately familiar cacophony of creaking furniture, elated feminine squeals and brutish male grunts was back in full swing upstairs.

“Fuck me.” She whined and tried to pull her pillow over her ears.

“Right. Exactly.” Linh agreed, nodding her head emphatically. “I heard what you said in the bar so I did a little scouting. I think you need to see this.”

“Scouting? Woah… Linh, wait.” Georgia squawked as the athletic little Asian all but dragged her out of bed.

She habitually slept in an old band t-shirt and a pair of comfy cotton boy shorts so a lot of Georgia’s ghostly pale skin was revealed when she slid from under the threadbare sheets.

“Don’t worry about that.” Linh said, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s well after midnight. Noone will see us. Just follow me but keep quiet.”

Curious, Georgia followed Linh out onto the fire escape. Her friend was still wearing the same open-necked shirt from work but had traded the modest jean skirt for a tiny pair of stretchy gray yoga shorts that molded to her trim bottom like a second skin.

Moving with catlike grace, Linh crept to the ladder leading upwards and turned to give Georgia the universal gesture for silence–one raised finger pressed to her puckered lips–before climbing carefully upwards on bare feet.

There was only one place she could be going.

Georgia was a mess of warring emotions. On one hand, she knew what was going on up there and didn’t want to see it. Mr Grunty Growls was grunting and growling and fucking that mint-flavoured stripper until her brains dripped out of her ears like melted candle wax.

On the other hand, if Vince was up to nefarious no-good (as Georgia suspected) then perhaps Linh had seen some evidence of said foul deeds. No matter how questionable her methods of investigation might be. So she quietly followed Linh up the ladder, wishing she had brought her phone and trying to ignore the exaggerated wiggling of her roommate's hips.

They crawled together onto the steel grate landing and crouched on either side of the window. The blinds were only partially drawn and light flooded out from the living space within. If it were possible, the lewd sound of slapping flesh and mingled cries of pleasure were even louder from their new vantage point.

“Yes, Baby! Yes, pound my horny slut pussy!”

“That’s right. Fuuuuck yeah–Take it. Take all my fucking cock–you stupid whore!”

Georgia was shocked. Scandalized. It sounded like an act of domestic **** was playing out a few feet away if not for the wanton female moans accompanying the crash of something breakable hitting the hardwood floor inside.

Linh’s expression was gleeful as she peeked inside then curled a finger at Georgia to do the same.

She wasn’t so sure. Her roommate’s cheeks were burning and her fit thighs churning as she watched through the gap in the window shades. Georgia frowned as she leaned cautiously forward to join her friend in fogging up the glass.

Within was the scene of a riot.

Vince was bare but for his unbuttoned flannel hanging loosely from one hunched shoulder. Vanilla Mint was entirely naked and folded nearly in two on the sofa with her long long legs pushed up in the air by Vince’s grip upon her slender ankles and her big hard-packed titties squished up under her drooling chin.

Her bleached blonde head was jammed awkwardly into the corner of the armrest. Her spray-tanned ass lifted high above her heaving shoulders as she bucked her juicy hips and sodden pussy up to meet the rutting degenerate’s every frantic down thrust.

“More. Give me more you amazing goddamn stud!” The gyrating dancer shrieked, her lean body seizing and quaking as Vince’s pale flexing butt pumped like a pneumatic piston between her splayed silken thighs. “Break me on that bitch-splitter until I can’t walk for a week!”

A table lamp laid shattered on the ground beside the sofa. Knocked clean off a teetering side table by the wailing woman’s flailing arms.

That wasn’t the half of it. Scattered cushions, crumpled beer cans, crushed plates and more than a few glass aftershave bottles littered the ancient timber flooring across the breadth of the small dank apartment.

Jeezus if this was the state of the living room then Vince’s bedroom must have been reduced to flinders.

“Here it comes, you insatiable bitch!” Vince growled as his back arched and his toes curled against the floorboards. His hands had taken a new grip of her hard unmoving knockers, gripping her fat nipples like handles as he dragged her back into his pussy-plumbing prick. “Here comes load number four…”

“Yaaassss~! Yes, fill me, baby. Just keep pouring that hot cummy spunk into my tight puss puss… You're sooo~ much better than my stupid boyfriend. Yes yesyesyesyeys~!”

Georgia tried to catch Linh’s eyes with an incredulous look but her roommate was affixed to the window, all but licking the glass in erotic excitement. A wet spot was visibly darkening the taut gray fabric between Linh’s shifting thighs as her hands clenched in trembling fists under her modest perky bosom.

“We need to go.” Georgia hissed into the writhing girl's ear. “This is all fucked up.”

“Nooooo~... don’t you see?” Linh whinnied, gnawing on a whitened knuckle. “It all makes total sense now. Because he’s such a hunk. He’s, like, a god of crushing the puss.”

Georgia spared a glance back through the window as she seized her moaning friend by the arm.

Vince’s mop of mud brown hair was buried between the shuddering skank's stiff fake tits. His spotty ass plunging away and his hairy knuckles hammering at her shiny hips. His soft love handles jiggled with each ferocious thrust into her dewy depths.

He was certainly energetic, Georgia would give Vince that. But a sex god?

No. Hell no.

Something was very wrong here, Georgia decided as she dragged a whimpering Linh away. Back to the relative safety of their shitty apartment one story below.

Two days later Georgia was returning from the local clinic with a long overdue antibiotic prescription when she spotted him by the mail boxes again.

Vince was standing there, sorting through a heaping armload of identical cardboard packages. Each was about the size of a tissue box and rattled as he stacked them. There had to be over a dozen.

“Oh hey, ummm… Georgie. Right? He said with a keen smile on his pasty face.

”Georgia.” She corrected him coolly, as she swept past the sex freak with her little nose upturned and her posture closed. Body language was everything.

“I wanted to apologize for the other night.” He said earnestly, juggling his burden of parcels. “Listen, I’m not a creep. I really mean that. Things are just changing really quickly for me and it’s hard to keep up…”

“And what does that mean exactly?” Georgia turned on him, her small fists firmly planted on her narrow hips.

“No-Nothing really.” Vince stammered, taking a step back. “I just think you're pretty cool and don’t want to upset my neighbors.”

Georgia snorted back an indignant truckload of phlegm and nearly choked on the lungful, Gawd but she needed to start the regimen of medication as soon as possible.

“Cool? You think you know me?” She spat angrily. “You moved in a week ago and already you want to add me as another notch on your belt. Is that it?.”

“A week ago?” Vince looked surprised then upset but quickly schooled his expression. “Fine, fine. Say whatever you like. I guess all bets are off now, huh?”

“Is that some kind of threat?” Georgia shot back, her back stiffening. “Going to **** me and drag me back to your den of iniquity like those other poor women…”

“****?! I never-”

“I’m onto you, Slimeball.” She said and only just stopped herself from poking him in the chest. She really didn’t want to get any of him on her skin. “I don’t know how you are doing it but I can smell something fishy about you.”

“I’m surprised you can smell anything at all. Your nose is redder than Santa's reindeer.” Vince grumbled and turned away. “I was just trying to apologize, dammit.”

Georgia stood her ground and listened to him plod his way up the stairs. She needed to go that direction too but decided to give her suspicious neighbor a head-start.

Walking up nine flights together after their brief heated exchange would have been decidedly awkward.

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