Cover Them Up and Glare

Despite getting what I wanted, I wasn't really willing to let him oogle me. I folded my arms in front of my chest and cleared my throat. This seemed to annoy him, but he just looked up at my eyes and added "Any ding else Lass?"

I shook my head no. "Thank you for being so helpful." I commented, a look on my face I was sure sent the message to him that I knew what he was doing. I then turned and started to leave when he called out "Please shut de door as you leave."

"Sure." I commented, pulling the door shut as I left. The door clicked into place, and took a deep breath. I was just about to leave, when I heard him mumble something through the door. My heart skipped a beat and I leaned in to listen.

"Puritan little bitch..." I heard him mumble "Like the wee slut doesn't get a rise from waggin' them puppies in front me." This had kind of pissed me off. Skeleton looking bastard was accusing me of trying to show off my breasts? On the other end of the door, he continued "still... she's got legs finer den a good brandy, and isn't bad ta look at." My heart started beating again. I heard his chair squeak loudly as he finally commented "Hope the caramel shot of Mexican cream doesn't hover. It's hard enugh keeping me willy down when she's just asking for a favor..."

My mind raced. Part of me was furious, I am NOT Mexican any more than I was a cock-tease or a slut. The way he was talking felt derogatory; but I couldn't get the idea of him eyeing me up, and getting turned on in the process, out of my head. There was something about the spiteful way he talked about me I couldn't get over.

I started heading back up to my room, still thinking about what he said, and what he did. I had got to the floor just bellow mine when I realized just how turned on I was. It was a bit of a shock, realizing that I was getting turned on by that creepy old man. A creepy old man who called me 'a puritan little bitch,' a 'wee slut,' and a 'caramel shot of Mexican cream.'

"What is wrong with me" I caught myself mumbling under my breath.

I walked into my apartment, closed the door, and rested on it a moment. I closed my eyes, and all I could think of was the piercing eyes of Jake, eyeing me up. I took a deep breath, shook my head, and headed deeper into my cold apartment, towards my room.

As I walked through the cold room, I unbuttoned my uniform shirt, and started to pull it off. I had it fully off about the time I got to my room, and went to toss it onto my bed when I noticed my reflection in the full length mirror I had in my room.