Reluctantly

He rolls his eyes. "Fuckin' fine. Don't know why you're suddenly worried about modesty."

Having him close the blinds was almost worse. First, he stands up in full view of the window. Nicole can't see clearly outside from her angle in the kitchen, so she has no idea if any of her neighbors can see this chunky, older man naked in her apartment. He takes his time looking over the blinds to find the string for dropping them. When he finds it, he unnecessarily stands up on her cheap IKEA couch insuring nothing is left to the imagination of anyone who might be looking toward her apartment.

Her stomach clenches as she imagines the other residents she knows pulling into the parking lot.

Kennedy and Tabitha: Two very annoying college roommates who were always rude to Nicole. They constantly commented on her looks and were always throwing parties even at the height of the pandemic. Nicole was pretty sure they were lesbians, not that she had a problem with that, just the being complete bitches part.

Marcus: An intimidatingly handsome black fitness instructor who was always encouraging Nicole to sign up for his personal training services. She could barely speak to him because she was afraid she'd start drooling. When she first saw him she was sure Winston Duke had moved into the building.

Ana Marie and Alfie: A kind, late-30s couple. They'd always take the time to ask Nicole about her day. Alfie, who was British, was working on his Doctorate in Humanities at the nearby college. Ana Marie, who was American, worked as a flight attendant. She was the closest person Nicole had to a friend in this complex because they bonded when everyone was sheltered in place. Nicole and Ana Marie would take lawn chairs out and sit 10 feet away from each other while sharing a bottle of wine.

Mr. Sinclair: An old codger who mostly kept to himself except when he had technology issues. Somehow, when he found out Nicole was in "Social Media" he decided that must mean she was in IT, so whenever he had an issue with his computer he'd knock on her door. She didn't completely mind. In his previous life, he was a chef and he'd always pay her back with an amazing dinner. Oddly, however, these payback dinners recently started to overlap with when his 19-year-old grandson, Billy, was visiting. She had a sneaking suspicion Mr. Sinclair thought he could set them up, but Billy was much too young and not her type.

Those were all of the residents closest to Nicole and most likely to park near her window. "Thank you," she says as the blinds finally drop and he sits back down. She crosses the short distance from the kitchen to the couch. Her bare feet softly smacked the floor.

"Stand there for a sec with the sandwiches," he says and stares at her. His fist wraps around his cock and he starts stroking himself. "Mmm...that's what you needed. Some domestication. Bringing your man sandwiches like a good little wife. Now put your sandwich on the table and offer me my plate."

Nicole thinks she didn't sign up for this. She was supposed to be used sexually and not turned into his fantasy of a wife. Still, she does as she's told hoping it means she can hurry up and get him off, so he'll leave. Her sandwich is placed on the table and she holds out his plate.

He shakes his head. "Not like that. Use your words. Say something wifely about taking care of me after a hard day at work."

Nicole feels the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. What the fuck is he playing at? Does this sad sack want her to roleplay his fucking wife? She sighs before putting on her best Stepford smile. "Honey, I've made you a sandwich to help you wind down after a hard day working" pausing for a moment before adding "may I help you relax with a blow job?"