Lizzie

Lester plodded into his room and stood there, surveying the scene before he heard the door click closed behind him. The idea of letting Lizzie walk in first hadn’t occurred to him. He was too focused on tonight’s outcome and moving on to the next phase of his plan.

He had purposely been limiting his interactions with the couple in order to frame himself in a singular light. Now, he wouldn’t be seen as a passive loser confined to his video games. They would come to see him only in a sexual context, subliminally framing him in that light.

His ultimate outcome was for Sarah’s panties to grow wet at the mere mention of his name.

Tonight was a crucial piece of the puzzle. Everything had to go according to plan. Lizzie had to play her part to perfection.

Lizzie…

Lester turned on his heel to appraise his former roommate. She had managed to escape his grasp, or so she thought. Yet here she was, back in this room that held so many memories for them both.

He quickly fell back into his old dynamic with her. He stared at her, making her uncomfortable until she was the first one to speak, surrendering her power to him. He scanned her up and down, nodding his head.

Despite it being a few years since they’d seen each other, or at least since she’d seen him, Lizzie hadn’t changed much. Her fiery red hair framed her confident and poised face. He was especially happy she had worn the red dress as requested as he knew how it looked on her. How it amplified her impressive bust and hugged at her hips.

No doubt both Dan and Sarah would have noticed all of this and would have many questions running through their minds.

All will be revealed shortly, or at least what I want you to believe.

Lizzie shifted her weight uncomfortably, a chink showing in her otherwise seamless armour. She clearly didn’t like being back here.

“This room actually doesn’t look as bad as it did before,” she said stiffly before waiting for Lester to reply.

I guess I should at least be civil to help keep her in line.

Lester sighed and looked around exaggeratedly. “I’ve upgraded a few things.”

“It’s clean,” Lizzie observed as she took one tentative step into the room while still keeping her distance from him.

“It is,” he stared at her flatly. “I have a maid service now.”

Lizzie crossed her arms, finally sensing an opening. “Really?”

“Yes. Really,” Lester said in a monotone voice as he met her gaze.

He saw the fire behind her eyes that matched the color of her hair, the anger that wanted to lash out at him. After so long, she would no doubt have thought she had moved past the things that haunted her, only to discover that she hadn’t.

His lair had that effect.

“So, what exactly caused you to decide to get a maid service? It was never a problem before when —” Lizzie had started to raise her voice before Lester cut her off.

“Let’s focus on why you are here.” He opened a cupboard in his desk and extracted a hard drive with the label ‘Lizzie.’ The sight of it quelled Lizzie’s growing rebellion.

Lester had planted the hard drive there earlier. There was no point in giving Lizzie any advantageous information. He didn’t want her to know where he really kept the hard drive or where the key to the drawer was, much less how many others he had stored away.

“You know what's on here,” Lester stated flatly. He let his words hang in the air.

When it was clear he was waiting for a response, Lizzie replied meekly, “Yes.”

“Tell me,” Lester said.

The fire rose up in the redhead's voice once again.

“I’m not here to play this game with you, Lester! Let’s just get this over with,” she demanded.

Lester took a step towards her. It made her uncomfortable, but she didn’t move. She didn’t waver in front of his forwardness.

Careful Lizzie, I may just have to break you again.

“Tell me,” Lester whispered. Sometimes women were more forthcoming when they felt like they were telling a secret.

Lizzie averted her eyes and stared at the new king bed. “Me.”

A smile spread across Lester’s face. “And?”

Lizzie shifted her gaze back to him, clearly doing her best to hold back her rage. “You.”

Lester triumphantly took a step back, turned and placed the hard drive onto his desk. He prodded it with one finger. “How’s Isaac?”

“What?” Lizzie asked, astonished.

“How’s Isaac –”

This time Lizzie cut him off. ”Don’t! Don’t talk about him, okay?”

“Fine,” Lester conceded. “But where does he think you are tonight? I can’t imagine you told him the truth.”

He turned back to look at her. She still had her arms crossed and was staring daggers at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied. “Let’s just get done what we have to do so I can take that hard drive back.”

Lester smirked. She had clearly learned not to divulge too much information to him. She had learned that lesson the hard way, after all.

He walked over to the small mini fridge under his desk and opened it. “Want a soda?”

Lizzie eyes him suspiciously. “I’m not an idiot. I won’t drink anything you hand me.”

Sounds from the other side of the wall distracted Lester. He heard hushed voices and the unmistakable sound of the door shutting. Dan and Sarah were retiring for the night. It had been several weeks since they had seen each other. No doubt they would be having sex soon.

He quickly crossed back over to Lizzie. His speed caught her by surprise and she backed up against the wall. Lester continued moving forward until his gut was pressing against her taut stomach.

Her nervousness was apparent by her increased breathing. Her calm and cool exterior was crumbling at his proximity.

“Tell me.” He raised a hand and clutched a lock of her hair. “What the plan is for tonight.”

She took a second to compose herself before slapping away his hand.

“The plan,” she said in a harsh whisper, “is for you to stay the hell away from me while I work.”

Lester smirked and backed away from her, raising his hands in surrender.

Muffled sounds of sheets moving and weight shifting came from beyond the wall. It looked like the night was proceeding right on schedule.

He gestured to the bed. Lizzie raised an eyebrow at him and didn’t move. He smiled and moved to his closet. There, he retrieved a foam fold out mattress that he laid out on the floor. He took a blanket out of the closet and one of the bed’s pillows and set them up on the small mattress.

He gestured again to the bed as he struggled to get down onto the floor.

The sounds of quiet moans began emanating through the wall from Dan and Sarah.

Lizzie gave him one final glare before crossing to the bed and lying down on it. Then, she started her performance.