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The Tenant - Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2021-06-12 00:46:26 +0000 UTCThanks to Garth for the proofreading help on this (and other) stories! :)
Chapter 2
“You didn’t have her put down the security deposit?” asked Emiline the next morning, her eyes shifting from side to side as she read through the signed paperwork. “Why not?”
Jeff sighed, resting his chin in his hands. “I just forgot, okay? I got distracted.”
“Distracted?! By what?” said Emiline, looking up from the papers, tone slightly annoyed.
“By…” Jeff faltered, not wanting to tell her the real reason he’d been so off his game around Sasha. “...um…” In the pressure of the moment, under his finance’s disapproving gaze, he couldn’t think of a proper excuse.
“I swear, Jeff, you can be so flakey sometimes!” Emiline snapped, flipping through the pages to the end of the document. “At least you got the lease signed…”
Jeff let out a relieved sigh, thankful that she hadn’t pressed the point.
“So when is she moving in?” asked Emiline, setting down the papers and crossing her arms.
Jeff felt his cheeks begin to flush. “I’m, uh, not sure.”
Emiline shot him a pointed look. “Geez, Jeff! What did you talk about with this girl?”
“I, uh…” Jeff began, his mind going blank once again. He certainly wasn’t going to volunteer that he’d helped their alluring tenant-to-be test out the mattress on her bed!
This time, Jeff proved fortunate, rescued by the chime of a text on Emiline’s phone. She turned, rose from the able, and retrieved her phone from the counter, her eyes widening as she read the message.
“I’ve got to go!” she said, looking up with wide eyes. Her body taut with sudden urgency.
“Work emergency?” Jeff asked, knowing the usual drill.
“Yeah,” Emiline replied distractedly, already halfway out the door. “I’ll call you later…”
With that, the door clapped shut behind her, leaving Jeff to chew his soggy cereal in silence, his thoughts quickly returning to his interaction with Sasha the previous day.
After downing the last of his breakfast in a thoughtful haze, he rinsed his bowl in the sink. As he turned off the running water, he heard two soft thumps outside, then a brisk knock at the door.
He set the dripping bowl on the counter and hurried to the front door, pulling it open to see Sasha with two enormous duffles, one to either side of her nubile body, at an angle to the door.
Today, the sultry teen wore leather hotpants, their satiny surface pulled taut over the luscious curve of her elegantly formed hips and succulent ass. Every inch of her smooth, deliciously muscled legs was laid bare to his wandering eyes before her slim ankles disappeared into half-tied Doc Martens.
This time, she wore a matching black leather halter rather than a band t-shirt, the exposed upper swells of her breasts full and round as they protruded proudly from her slender body, their shape gut-wrenchingly perfect.
Jeff felt his instantly fluttering stomach twist into knots as his eyes once again found hers, her stunning face somehow looking even bolder and more exquisite than it had been the day before, in spite of being thickly coated by the profligate use of heavy eye makeup. The morning sun painted the surface of her shimmering black hair with a golden glow.
The tattoo on her sculpted stomach looked almost crimson in the morning light, a dark red that seemed duller than the glowing reddish tint he thought he’d seen the other day. But it also wasn’t its original black. Did the changes in color have something to do with a unique sort of ink? Did different lighting make it appear different shades at different times? He’d never seen a tattoo like that, but he wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about such things, with none of his own. His eyes were drawn away from her stomach, however, his gaze dipping into her creamy cleavage as Sasha bent her knees, picking up each person-sized bag.
The girl tossed the huge bags casually into the house, one at a time. Jeff jumped out of the way, each canvas duffle rattling the floor as it landed.
Sasha strode confidently into the house, brushing past Jeff, an intoxicating fragrance of perfume and cannabis tainting the brisk air as she brushed swiftly past him. Hurriedly, Jeff stepped toward the nearest of the large bags, gathering its straps over his shoulder and lifting with his legs.
It didn’t budge.
Sasha smiled faintly, picking up the other bag with ease, her hips swaying to either side to emphasize the luscious swells of her breathtaking ass as she ascended the stairs to toss it into her room.
As she took care of its partner, Jeff tried again to lift the other bag, his eyes unable to leave her curvaceous backside as he rose from his squatting position, but again he was stymied. The duffle was simply too heavy for him. Not only that, but he flinched as a sudden lance of pain shot through his lower back with the effort.
His hand reaching around to massage his aching back, Jeffed watched as Sasha bounded down the stairs. Her tattoo seemed a brighter shade of red once again, her midriff catching the morning light as she descended. Long, lean muscle slithered through her thighs in a symphony of contraction with every graceful movement as she covered the distance from the stairwell to the duffle in three entrancingly leggy strides.
Another sly smile gracing her lips, she hefted the duffle onto her shoulder and carried it to her room a second time, Jeff’s eyes wide with amazement as they watched her with a different sort of admiring gaze on the second trip.
How could she lift that thing so easily?! Whatever was in it had to weigh 400 pounds!
Sasha disappeared into her room, apparently to unpack, leaving Jeff to shake his head in wonder. A moment later, slow, bass-heavy music began to thump rhythmically through the house from her open door.
Jeff still had thirty minutes before he had to sit down at his desk and work, so he sat gingerly onto the cushions of the sofa, feeling a scream of protest from his back as he did so. He turned on the TV, turning up the volume so that he could hear it over Sasha’s blaring music.
“...breaking news, the supervillain Sorceressa, has just been killed by Astro Ace and Fantasti-Femme, San Francisco’s resident super-protectors.”
The local newscast cut to a feed of Astro Ace overpowering the black-clad woman in the sky, his heavily muscled arms compressing her skull from either side until she screamed a hair-raising shriek of defeat, her entire body disappearing in a puff of black smoke. The huge man raised his massive arms into the air in the universal gesture for victory, his smile dazzling and white as he descended to earth. Another woman, a voluptuous blonde with a domino mask, landed beside him, patting congratulations into his back.
Reporters flocked around the tall, heavily muscled hero, launching questions in rapidfire fashion at the beaming man.
“How does it feel to rid the city of its last supervillain, Astro Ace?” one voice rose louder than the rest.
“It feels incredible! This day will long be remembered as the day the city was freed from fear!” said the superhero, eagerly scanning the assembled crowd to select another reporter. He pointed at a pretty blonde near the front of the group.
“With the last ‘super’ threat to the city taken care of, what do the two of you plan to do next?” the attractive young woman asked.
“Maybe go to Disneyland?” said Fantasti-Femme with a twinkle in her eye, a wry smile on her full lips.
The assembled crowd laughed before Astro Ace chimed in with a more earnest tone. “We will never rest. As long as there are criminals, we will always be here to protect the innocent!”
A cheer went up from the crowd as the two superheroes grinned, each placing their hands of their hips, turning their chins slightly upward.
Jeff shook his head, turning off the television. That guy was so cheesy! Those ridiculous platitudes! He didn’t understand how people could hang on the man’s every word as they did! At least Fantasti-Femme seemed to take things in stride, even contributing a little tongue-in-cheek humor from time to time.
Jeff sighed, supposing that the man had taken down public enemy number one, so perhaps he deserved a little slack.
Rising to his feet, his hand instantly clutching his tender back as he gradually straightened his bent body, he felt the vibrations of Sasha’s music reverberating in his chest.
He ascended the stairs to the bedroom that served as his home office, pausing to peer in the opposite direction—into Sasha’s room. Her back was turned to him, her body stretched upward, her fingers splayed as they unfurled a curling Nirvana poster upward. On the end of each fingertip, she had placed a strip of transparent tape, removing and placing one at regular intervals as she smoothed out the poster. Now, as she was nearing the top, her hands were unable to quite move high enough to affix the corners. Her calves balled tightly as she rose to her tiptoes, her black leather halter rising higher on her toned back as she neared the limit of her reach.
Fortunately, it proved enough. Long slender fingers glided over the crinkled corner of the glossy paper, her voluminous mane of inky strands gleaming as they fanned over bare, sculpted shoulders.
Jeff was spellbound as her lithe form extended as far as it could, the succulent spheres of her voluptuous ass clenching as her slender body grew taut with the effort. He was still transfixed by the girl as she finished, lowering herself back to the floor, bare heels landing softly on the hardwood as she brushed off her hands.
Her eyes focused on the poster, examining how it looked as it loomed over the dresser, her hips began to sway in time to the music, the muscles in her long legs clenching and releasing in a mesmerizing dance of silken skin and feminine sinew.
Her willowy arms extended outward, her slender fingers following their flow as they undulated in a slow, sensual wave-like motion that caused Jeff’s mouth to go dry.
She turned slowly, each step turning her rolling hips another inch as her body moved languidly to the driving beat of the music. As the swell of her right breast came into his view, Jeff tensed, licking his lips, his eyes wide with anticipation.
The girl’s perpetual smirk was on full display, her eyes twinkling dangerously as she swayed seductively toward him, her pert breasts jiggling slightly in their leather halter. The etched lines in her taut stomach deepened as her inked, sinuous abs contracted and writhed with each sultry roll of her sensual hips. She approached him in tantalizingly sexy fashion, her eyes blazing with the calculating intensity of a cobra preparing to strike.
It took long moments to reach him, but her arrival at his trembling body still came as a shock, her hands snaking over his hips, clasping at his lower back to draw her luscious form to his. Jeff shuddered as he felt her thin, soft fingers on his body, the girl’s touch exciting him more than anything he’d ever felt. The girl was electrifying, her eyes so alluring, her body so inviting.
He felt her body guiding his own, her forearms shifting to either side of his waist, pulling at his stiff form until it began to match her fluid movements. Her smirk broadened into a full smile as she gazed upward, her eyes luminous and searching as they stared into his.
Her hands drew back, slipping purposefully into his pockets as he watched her expressive eyes in stunned silence. Part of him wanted to protest at her blatant invasion of his personal space. A larger part of him wanted to kiss her plump, parted lips. But he could do neither, entranced by her hypnotic eyes as surely as if she had cast a spell over him.
Suddenly, her hands changed direction, withdrawing from his pockets as quickly as they had plunged in.
She raised a hand, shaking a set of keys before Jeff’s wide eyes, finally interrupting his wide-eyed stare. He blinked, once again able to move his eyes as she pulled a key off the ring.
“This looks like the house key, right?” she said.
Jeff’s eyes focused on the key she held up. “Well, yes, but that my…”
“Great!” she cut him off with a knowing smile, shoving it quickly into the tiny pocket of her daring leather shorts. “Thanks!”
Before he could say anything further, her phone rang, startling them both.
Her hands unclasped behind his body, and she spun on her heel, running to the bed, where her phone buzzed and played Smells Like Teen Spirit over its tinny speakers. She picked it up, turned down the volume on her bluetooth speakers, and cast Jeff a sidelong glance as she spoke casually to the caller.
“Yeah?”
She rolled her eyes, seeming displeased with what was being said. Jeff’s eyes caught a change lower on her body. He looked down to see that the reddish hue of her tattoo was back, the most intense shade of red he’d seen it yet. The sun wasn’t striking it this time, it simply seemed to shift in color as she spoke.
Jeff looked up again, for the first time seeing another color change in her body. A faint red glow replaced the usual green glint of her sparkling irises.
“Well, I was moving into a new place today, but I guess we could hook up later. Where at?”
Her lips pursed, her brow furrowing in apparent concentration.
“Okay, sounds good. Let me finish moving in, then I’ll get some sleep. I’ll meet you there tonight at 10ish.
She hung up the phone, turning her gorgeous visage toward Jeff once again. “Duty calls,” she said with a shrug, tapping her toe expectantly.
Jeff simply stood there, attempting to discern her meaning, his Sasha-addled brain having difficulty making intuitive connections. She seemed to expect something of him.
After a moment, her look turned into more of a glare, and she raised a hand to give him a whisking motion, her fingers flicking toward the door several times. Jeff continued to stare dully at the girl before realizing that she was asking him to leave.
He lurched backward, nearly stumbling in his haste to leave. As he entered the hallway, he heard the door close behind him, the loud music now muffled.
Jeff staggered toward his home office, his mind whirling at the effect this girl seemed to have on him. She seemed to have more control over his body than he did when he was in her presence. She was just so overwhelmingly sexy! It was so difficult to think of anything but the girl’s delicious body as his eyes drank in its firm muscles and nubile flesh! He shivered as he thought of her smooth legs, swaying hips, and clenching abs as she had danced before him. And her touch…
He felt another thrill of desire palpitate his thumping heart.
Jeff collapsed in his desk chair the moment he arrived in his office, staring dully at his dark computer screen for several moments before regaining the presence of mind to turn on his laptop. Even then, it was difficult to keep his thoughts on his work. They kept drifting back to the girl in the room across the hall. Her hypnotic eyes. Her breathtaking body. Her strange tattoo…
