Demonstrations Are In Order

Somehow, I know, this has to be a prank. Any moment now, some minor celebrity is going to jump out from behind a corner and proclaim that I'm on a hidden camera show, and tell me smile and wave to the audience. Presumable, this wouldn't be a basic cable show, given what went down in the park. But, as we step into the building, climb the stairs, go down the hallway, and into my apartment...nothing. I'm not the biggest fan of my landlord, but even SHE wouldn't go so far as to let some television crew into my home, without my permission. Even if her father is a judge, that might be a hard one to get away with.

Maybe it is not a prank show, but it could be a prank nonetheless. Time to see how far Janet (if that is even her real name) will go. "Well, welcome to my humble abode. Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink or eat?" I gesture to the table as I head towards the kitchen. "Oh, and please pull your tits out." I throw out over my shoulder. Sure it's kind of a low bar to clear, given this afternoon, but it seems like as good a place to start as any.

With my head inside my fridge, I hear her response, "I'd love a Coke, if you have any, thanks. I like your place Mike, it's very well decorated." I almost grabbed a beer for myself, but went for a soda as well. A clear head might be in order here.

"Thanks Janet, but I cannot take all the credit. My friend Erin is a decorator and she keeps using my place as her demo lab." Shutting the refrigerator, I turn back to Janet, and promptly drop the soda bottles on the floor.

Just as I had asked, she's taken her tits out of her top, as if it was nothing. "Hey Janet, do you mind if I see your phone?" I ask, placing the soda on the table.

"Of course, Sir." Quickly reaching into her purse, she slide her phone over to me. "The code is 9679."

Hmm...I think as I scroll through her contacts. That was way too easy. No one is that quick to give their phone to a stranger. "You said you live with your boyfriend?"

"Sort of. He has his own place, but spends most nights in my apartment."

Okay, time to start playing for real. Aha. Found him. ♡❤♡William❤♡❤, in her contact list. There's no way she'll go through with this. Hitting dial, I slide the phone back to Janet. "Janet, I want you to call William and break up with him."

There's no way she'll do this.

She did it. It was brutal. Gave William until Sunday to get his shit out of her place. And no, she didn't care about the jeweler's return policy.

Holy shit.

"So Mike, do you think I could crash with you this weekend? Will sounded a little upset. I'm going to text my neighbors to make sure that he doesn't wreck the place, but I'd rather not go back until Sunday night."