Bonding with Mikaella

Alkim

When Alkim got out of his shower, Kate was holed up in her room, apparently busy with online shopping, and probably ready to go to work at the Karaoke bar, so he left her to it.

Mikaella found him again in the living room. “Heyyyyy,” she began. Alkim braced himself for more weirdness.

“Are you free? I need to do some shopping, and I don’t have a car. Any chance you could drive me to goodwill and groceries? Pleeeaaaase?” Mikaella pleaded, actually batting her eyelashes at him.

“Sure, I can drive.”

Alkim liked to stay helpful, that way no one minded that he wasn’t actually paying any rent.

They got into Alkim’s battered, old BMW convertible. His air-conditioning was broken, so they drove with the top down to the nearest goodwill.

Mikaella was definitely the thriftiest person in the house. Alkim couldn’t imagine any of the other girls wearing second-hand clothes from goodwill, but everyone else came from a solidly upper middle class background.

When they got inside, she wasted no time piling up clothes in her arms up to her chin. Alkim wanted to be helpful. “Need me to hold your purse while you try things on?” he offered.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” Mikaella seemed surprised he was willing to temporarily carry a purse, as if doing so might hurt his street cred, or cause him to spontaneously grow a vagina.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks!” She handed over her purse, then went off trying out new outfits, while Alkim busied himself looking through the loose items and books. Most of them were self-help books, or the kind of trash you’d find in an airport convenience store, but he did find a copy of Trevor Noah’s “Born a Crime,” and a book about the making of the BBC Earth documentary, “Planet Earth.” Alkim snatched both for just five bucks, an excellent bargain.

After thirty-ish minutes Mikaella had found the clothes she needed, and they went on to groceries. Alkim’s Costco card was another bonus to the household, at least until his dad kicked him off the family membership. Mikaella bought a ton of canned spam, a box of dollar ramen, and some flavored water packets. Alkim just grabbed some rotisserie chicken, veggies to cook tomorrow, a metal water bottle for Kate, a tall bottle of vodka, and some mixers. They weren't exactly out of booze, but Alkim always preferred to have backups.

Fuck is it hot today. The drive back had them still sweating from the afternoon sun, even with the convertible top and windows down to provide maximum airflow.

When they got back home they found a bunch of empty takeout containers in the kitchen, but no Kate. Her door was shut, and it seemed like her lights were off.

Guess she went to work. Karaoke nights could run really late, so he figured he wouldn’t see her until tomorrow afternoon.

After Alkim put away the groceries he parked himself on the couch and dicked around on his phone for a bit.

“Hey, Alkim,” Mikaella called out from the kitchen, “I’m making a drink, you want one?”

I could definitely use a drink after today’s awkwardness. “Sure, thanks!” he yelled back.

After a minute, Mikaella walked into the living room with what looked like a vodka tonic in each hand, handing the larger one to Alkim.

“I made yours a double, because I know you have a high tolerance,” she said with a wink.

“That's very thoughtful of you.” Alkim really appreciated that; it took double-digit numbers of drinks just to get him tipsy.

As Alkim took the proffered drink, he couldn’t help but appreciate the appearance of his housemate. Mikealla had changed into a dark blue tube top and a black miniskirt, which had the wonderful effect of showing off her taut abs and slender legs. Mikaella was lacking in curves compared to the rest of the household, but she could definitely hold her own in a contest of fuckability.

"I like your outfit, did you buy it today?” he asked.

“Thanks! I did!” she beamed from the attention. “And thanks for driving me around, the bus would have taken foreverrrr.” Mikaella took a swig of her drink. “Mind if I join you?”

“Be my guest,” he gestured at the empty space to his left. Technically, he was still the guest in this house, but she had the grace not to call him out on it.

Mikaella set her drink down on the coffee table, and sat down right next to Alkim, thigh to thigh. She rested her head against his left shoulder, and began to scroll through her Instagram feed. He wondered if she’d already had a couple drinks before she came in here.

“Comfy?”

“Hmm? Yeah… Thanks for being so chill about, well, everything really. You’re not like most other guys I know… I mean, like, you’re here, with a bunch of girls and you never seem to really notice all the nudity. You don’t make us feel like we need to cover up, you never make things weird, or try to push any boundaries.” Ironically, she chose exactly that moment to put a hand on his shorts, drumming her long, pink nails on his thigh.

Mikaella was usually a bit on the anxious side, yet right now she seemed surprisingly relaxed compared to how she was before his gym session. She’d also never been this flirty with him before. Alkim wasn’t one to shoo away cute girls that wanted to get closer to him, but Mikaella’s behavior was all over the place today, and he needed to get to the bottom of it.

“You feeling okay, Mikaella?” he asked.

She took another sip of her drink, then answered, “I am now, but I really wasn’t in a good place this morning. Work stuff, you know?” She shrugged.

He nodded. Of course, Alkim couldn’t really know. He had no idea what it was like doing what she did; faking affection towards older men, dating and fucking them for money. It sounded very draining, and she’d never seemed comfortable talking about it in the past. He knew that her lifestyle probably bothered the girl a lot more than she let on, but didn't want to press the issue.

Mikaella continued, “My, uh, client,” she took another sip of her drink, as if to fortify herself, “My sugar daddy—you guys met him once, right? Remember, that weird party I took you guys to at his house?”

“He’s a doctor, right?” Alkim remembered. It was not every day he was in the townhouse of a medical doctor, doing lines of ketamine, and dancing with Vicky on expensive light-up floor tiles. Nice party. Weird guy though, and definitely the kind of guy that would pay a nineteen-year-old for sex.

“Yeah, him.” She took another swig. “Well, we had a bit of a dispute…” Mikaella was being a lot more forthcoming about sugar-babying than usual.

“It’s fine,” he said, reassuringly, “I get that’s sensitive stuff. You don’t need to explain yourself.”

“No, I think I need to vent, or I’ll go fucking crazy holding it in. That… fucking prick! Asshole fucking ambushed me yesterday, offered to ‘renegotiate our exclusivity contract,’ but strongly hinted he’d like it if I got a fucking boobjob first. Offered to get one of his plastic surgeon friends to do the surgery, get me a fat discount. And, of course, he generously offered to let me ‘work off my debt,’” Mikaella switched from air quotes to miming a blowjob and rolled her eyes, “Told him I’d think about it, but I’m not. I don’t want to go under the knife just to hand that asshole my leash. Fuck that noise. He’s lucky I didn’t write a scathing review online for his pediatric office.” She downed half her drink and let out a sigh, sinking a bit more into Alkim’s side.

Implants? Pediatric office!?

That certainly explained why she blew up earlier about Kate trying to shrink her boobs, and why she wanted to know about **** that could expand her bust. This wasn’t just about looks for Mikaella, this was her livelihood at stake.

“That must have been really rough, I’m sorry you had to make that choice in the first place.”

“Thanks. I think I’d look way too trashy with implants anyway. It's just too much of an LA cliche, especially here in fucking K-Town.”

She had a point. K-Town was basically Mecca for working class So-Cal women that wanted cosmetic surgery but couldn’t afford to get it done in Beverly Hills.

“Plus the recovery time on those surgeries can be pretty brutal,” he added.

“Yeah, fuck that, and fuck him!” Mikaella lifted her drink in salute.

“Cheers! I’ll drink to that.” Alkim grabbed his own glass.

The pair clinked glasses together and finished off their drinks.

“Guess I have a month to find some income before I’m totally fucked.”

“Well I’d be more than happy to help you find another job, there’s probably an opening at the restaurant. Or at least there will be, I’m actually thinking of quitting myself.”

“And I suppose waiting tables is too shitty of a job for you, because you went to college, but not for me, huh?”

Shit, she really is in a sensitive mood today.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, just that it's an option if you need to take it.”

She sighed. “It’s fine. I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t think I wanna be a waitress either. I've been a maid once and that was bad enough without dealing with handsy drunk people and hot grills.” She took another swig of her drink. He wasn’t surprised that she’d had other shitty jobs before turning to sex work, but the image of her in a French maid outfit lodged in his brain.“But that’s a problem for tomorrow. Right now I just want to get fucked up and forget about that asshole. Now, are you going to help me with that, or what?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m in.” Alkim wasn’t one to turn down a good binge drinking session, and this seemed a better excuse than most.

“Cool. Want to do some shots?”

“That sounds great.” This would be his first with just Mikaella, without any of the other girls present.

Mikaella got up and retrieved a bottle of vodka and two of Alkim’s "Game of Thrones" shot glasses from the kitchen, the dragon, and the lion. She poured them each a shot. Alkim took the dragon glass, Mikaella the lion.

“Cheers!” They said in unison, and downed their shots.

Alkim leaned back into the couch. This time, Mikaella cuddled into his side, resting her head on his left pec. This was getting quite a bit more heated, and she was definitely being way more affectionate than usual.

Fuck it.

Alkim decided to take a different kind of shot and see where this night took him. He wrapped an arm around Mikaella’s shoulder and pulled her slender body into his. Mikaella seemed to go along with it, but she one-upped his advances by scooting onto his lap. Alkim felt the tight curve of her ass grinding against his crotch, and he started to stiffen.

Mikaella tossed her straight black hair over her shoulder and covered her mouth as if to say “oops,” when they both knew she knew exactly what she was doing.

Despite that promising start, they just sat together like that for a while, watching some baking show of Mikaella’s that Alkim couldn’t get into. Though neither had moved, and Alkim was sweating a bit from the extra heat of her body, things had cooled down between them. Both were scrolling on their phones when Mikaella let out an “Oh my fucking god!”

“What?” Alkim assumed he missed something from.the show, but Mikaella was staring intensely at her phone. “What is it?” he repeated, curious.

Mikaella didn’t say anything, just lifted her phone up to Alkim’s face.

“Holy shit!” Alkim couldn’t contain his amazement. It was a picture from Kate’s Instagram story; a close up of her insane cleavage being pushed together by her elbows with the caption ‘Body has been bodying extra hard today.’

Fuck yeah it was. Jesus. Her body wasn’t the only thing that was extra hard. Alkim never went below half mast with Mikaella’s ass in his lap, but the sight of Kate’s cleavage took him to full stiffness in seconds.

Mikaella took her phone back and glanced down between her legs at his dick. “Oh my god, you asshole!” She let out an exaggerated harrumph and turned away from him indignantly.

Alkim realized he fucked up, betrayed by his own tit obsession. Here was Mikaella, a girl who’d just been betrayed by her sugar daddy who wanted her to have bigger boobs, sitting on his lap, and he had to fuck it up by getting hard at a picture of his best friend, Kate the titty monster. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he groaned.

“Whatever.” She said coolly, “Not that your preferences are much of a secret around here.”

“Hey, I like things besides Kate’s huge boobs.” It was a weak defense, but Alkim had to say something.

“Suuuuuuure. ‘Everyone’s beautiful in their own way,’ right? You know, I knew you were into Kate but, you’ve really got it bad for her, huh? She must get you sooooo hard,” she ground herself into his boner for emphasis, “All. The. Time.”

Alkim stifled a groan and planted his hands onto Mikaella’s narrow waist, and she made no attempt to discourage him.

“I bet it must be pure ****.”

“Honestly? You have no fucking idea.”

She smirked back at him. “Enlighten me.”

“Well, I saw her nipples when I first came to this house, and she’s been about as conservative with her dress ever since. Last week she asked me to help her find her vape and I saw her fucking bare pussy when she bent over to check under her blankets. The craziest part is that I’m never sure if she just forgets to wear clothes or if she’s doing it on purpose.”

“Nah, she’s just like that, was always doing that before you came in. Vicky told me Kate once sat down right on her bed, bare pussy on her sheets and everything. Fucking gross.”

“Yikes, but I guess it’s nice to know she isn’t just trying to fuck with me. But yeah, that’s not even the half of it. Just a few days ago, she told me before we did DMT that we shouldn’t waste any of it, and her brilliant idea was to shotgun each hit into each other’s mouths.”

“Oh my god! Ahahahaha!” Mikaella was cackling. “Did you get a boner that time?”

“How could I not? Oh god, I just remembered, like two weeks after I moved in. Remember when she was all obsessed with that one weird goth-hippie chick… Ganymede! That was it! Fucking Changed her legal name to Ganymede!”

“Oh right! I remember her, the white chick with tats and fucking pink dreads!”

“I know right? What the fuck was she thinking?” They both laughed at the memory.“Only in LA! Hahahaha. You know that joke: what does a lesbian bring to a third date?”

“No, I don’t. What?”

“A U-Haul!”

Mikaella laughed so hard she almost spit out her drink. “That’s so fucking her, every time.”

Alkim topped them both off with more vodka and mixer.

“Right? That was Kate, one-hundred-percent, all-in, fuckin planing out her life with this ridiculous girl, and she seriously fucking asked me if I would donate my sperm to her so she could raise the baby with her girlfriend of one-fucking-week!”

“Thats fucking craaaazy! Oh my god, hahaha! She’s so unhinged!”

“Right? What do you even say to that?”

“I don’t know? I’m not a guy. What did you say to that?”

“I just told her ‘sure,’ like the idea of putting a baby in her was no big deal. Fucking Kate…” He took a long pull from his drink.

“So you’re saying you would actually knock her up if she asked?”

“Well, it sounds gross when you say it like that, but yeah. I would. But it’s not like I’d get to fuck her for that, probably have to use a donation cup or something.” Not that he’d have a hard time jerking it to the thought of knocking-up Kate.

“Awwww, poor guy. You can make a baby with your crush, but you can’t fuck her. And now her boobs are even more giant, how ever will you cope?” she asked with mock sympathy.

Probably a mix of jerking off in my room, and fucking someone more attainable.

“Mikaella, you really have nothing to be jealous of.” Assuming you don’t want attention, or fat dollar bills stuffed into your cleavage. “There’ll never be anything between me and Kate. Or Vicky for that matter. I know it, they know it, everyone knows it.” That at least was the truth.

“Relax, I’m just busting your balls. Figuratively, I mean, haha!” Mikaella tittered and poured them each a shot. She grabbed the dragon, he took the lion, and they downed the vodka.

Mikaella seemed to almost savor the burn for quite a while before she finally tilted her head back down, set down her glass, and turned herself around. Now she was facing Alkim, straddling him cowgirl style with her hands planted on his shoulders.

Alkim didn’t fail to notice her expertly applied mascara, dark eyeliner, eye shadow, and cherry red lipstick. The big dark lashes and skimpy clothes really brought together the whole ABG (Asian Baby-Girl) look Mikaella seemed to have chosen for this night, and the cherry-red lipstick was the cherry on top. Alkim knew several girls back in university who would have pestered her for makeup tips.

Mikaella started tapping her cheek with one finger, as if thinking something through. “If you ask me, Kate could stand to cover up a bit more. It’s kinda rude of her to get you this stiff and just blueball you all the time. I’ll bet she’s never once offered to help out, just bad housemate behavior, even if she is gay. Doesn’t that seem a little selfish to you? Heterophobic, even?” the corner of her mouth turned up into a slight smirk.

“You're right, maybe the next time I get a boner I should just ask my lesbian friend to stop being so selfish, and just let me jerk me off onto her massive jugs! I'm sure that'll go over great.” Alkim considered Mikaella for a moment. Is this really how she flirts? Is this what she responds to? “And isn't all that just a bit hypocritical coming from you, little Ms. Cocktease?”

She slapped his chest playfully. “I am not a cocktease!”

“Then prove it,” he goaded, pulling her in by her waist, “and stop teasing my cock.”

Mikaella bit her lip, considering, then brought her face to his as she closed her eyes. Before Alkim knew it they were making out.

Everyone had their own style of kissing, and Alkim had learned early on it was best to just match his partner’s tempo, mirror her movements. But he wasn’t ready to match Mikaella’s ravenous enthusiasm. In almost no time at all they had escalated from lip-locking to full on french kissing. Mikaella practically lunged into him, ramming her tongue past his lips, like she was trying to steal his gum. It was a lot more tongue than he was used to. Definitely more swapping spit than kissing. His face must have been smeared in lipstick by this point.

Then, abruptly, Mikealla pulled back, gasped for breath, jumped out of Alkim's lap, and ran to her room.

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