Gym Bully -- Goonette -- Internet Habits

Richard managed to keep his spell out of his new roommate's earshot. Keeping his doings a secret. Leading to that next morning being a surprise for the woman who now called Richard's closet her home.

Richard moved about his apartment that morning, making his breakfast and drinking his coffee, as he heard the rumblings from within the closet his former gym bully now called home.

Richard could have knocked, but decided against it, this was his apartment and the woman who lived in it for free had to abide by his rules. Whatever they were.

The door was cracked open just a tiny bit, leading to Richard easily being able to look inside at what the noise-making woman was doing. It wasn't disappointing in the slightest, she was laying on her side and staring into her phone, all while her hand was shoved into her panties, her legs being undressed and showing skin. Perhaps the most enticing part of the scene was those plentiful tiny little movements her arm made to make her hand stimulate her nether regions.

Richard left the woman alone after that, at least for the time being. Instead strolling on over to his little cubicle, where he sat with his head firmly encased in the corporate machine. His thoughts only returned to the girl in his closet towards the end of the day, when he started to wonder how to keep track of what she actually got up to online.

The thought was a curious one, not because it was strange, but because it concerned, well, curiosity. Richard wondered how to gain access to her browsing history easily and whether or not he could receive live updates of what she as watching. He was pondering this right as he marched past a certain expansive library.

"The answers could probably be found in there," Richard thought to himself, "probably in the computer science section."

Ultimately though, Richard decided against it. Prompting instead to gather information about about the current situation before he did anything rash.

Richard entered his apartment and found his new roommate in the same position as he had left her in. Lying in the closet, with her eyes glued to her phone screen and her right hand fidgeting beneath her panties.

Richard decided to break the woman's day long trance, making her leave the confines of the little room she had spent the day in. As she sat down at the dinner table, tired dark rings under her eyes became visible and her whole body seemed to be shaking.

Something within Richard stirred to life as he saw the porn addicted woman struggle to retain composure and he wondered, with the same corner of his mind that had considered how to gain easy access to her internet history, how he could further her path along that that of a goonette?