Misty looked at the house from the outside then at the ad she had printed off the computer. She took another look at the large two story house with the dark brown paneling. The black door and black mailbox clashed greatly with all the other white or brightly colored houses on the block. She couldn't help but think that this misfit house was the place where she belonged.
Misty walked to the front door and knocked. She reread the number on the house then compared it to the number on the page. It was a match. So now all she had to do was wait for someone to answer the door.
A woman with long blond hair and two black streaks down the curves of her face opened the door. She was wearing a tight black tee shirt and no bra clearly showing rock hard nips on a pair of large round breasts. Her body was a perfect hour glass shape. She was wearing a pair of tight light blue jeans with the sides of a black pair of thongs sticking up out of them. She had on no socks or shoes and her toe nails were painted black.
"Can I help you?" the woman said flashing a bleach white smile.
"Uh yeah my name is Misty and I found the ad for the room you had for rent."
"Oh okay."
"Is it still available?"
"We have a couple people looking at it but it's mostly don't call us we'll call you situations. Why don't you come in and take a look?"
"Okay."
"My name is Ms Christy by the way. Most people call me Madame or Mistress though."
"Those are interesting nicknames. How whipped are some of the people you know." Misty quickly learned the error in what she had just said then took a step back.
Ms Christy just looked at her with a smirk and said, "Trust me you have no idea."
Misty said nothing else on the situation and just kept walking behind the barefooted beauty. She couldn't help but notice the sway of the world's most perfect ass in front of her.
"So do you live here alone?"
"No I live with my husband but he's at work. You'll probably get to meet him later."
"Oh alright."
Misty was led to a room with an old fashion knocker on it. The door was pretty much the same as the one to the entrance of the house except without the small window on it. The room was rather large once the door came open. There was a large cherry wood dresser by the back wall with a small 3'x2' mirror above it. There was a window in the corner of the room covered by thick red curtains. The bed was located in the corner opposite of the window. It was a full sized bed with a large head board and a heavy red comforter on it. The walls were a color caught some where between a cherry and blood red.
"I'm sorry we couldn't have supplied you with a TV but you know the one in the lounge is always available and its hardly ever in use. Follow me and I'll show you."
Misty looked around the house which was mostly dark colors. There was a lot of large rooms to the side of things with older looking furniture. The furniture was mostly black and dark brown leather chairs and couches. There was a TV in pretty much every room including the bathrooms. No TV was smaller than twenty inches and all were flat screen.
Once they reached the lounge Misty looked inside. There was a large black leather sectional in the corner of the room and mounted on the wall was a seventy inch TV with a small stand for a cable box right below it.
"We get pretty much every channel you want. Even the naughty ones if you're into that kind of thing." Ms Christy smiled. She winked at Misty then heard as the front door came open. She looked behind her back and Misty tried to look around her. A man walked up behind Ms Christy and kissed her neck.
The man was tall and lean built. To no surprise he had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He had large strong hands that he gripped Ms Christy's waist with. He moved his eyes up to meet Misty's gaze.
"Oh hello. Are you here for the room?"
"Yeah. I don't understand why no one hasn't swooped in to take that room yet. I mean the ad said that you pay eight hundred a month for rent and that includes water heat and power. Is there any hidden costs you want to warn me about saying why people don't want to stay here?"
"The only hidden costs are the ones that you use for personal things. You have to pay for your own groceries and clean up your own messes. You can eat our food but we would suggest that you ask us first before you eat something from the cabinet because we might be using it for a dinner or something."Ms Christy smiled. "Oh where are my manners today? Mr. Roscoe this is Misty. She might become our new room mate that is of course if she'll have us."
Misty got the marriage purposeful joke and put her hand on her heart. With a fake crying voice and the pretend wipe away of a tear she shook her head in agreement and said, "I will."
"Great when can you move in?"Mr. Roscoe asked excitedly.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Ms Christy asked pulling Mr Roscoe out of the room. She looked back at Misty who was just staring curiously. She put her hand up and mouthed 'one second' to her. She walked to the kitchen trailing Mr Roscoe behind her then whipped around to look at him. "Don't you think you're coming on a little strong?"
"What do you mean, all I asked was when she could move in."
"Yeah we haven't even had the chance to talk to her. I mean what if she doesn't want to live here when she finds out."
"Look maybe we should hold off on telling her about it. She can get used to the place then when she feels comfortable we can talk to her about it. When we bring it out the first time we meet someone you know they just think we're freaks and we can't get them to even consider just living in the room any more."
"So you think we shouldn't tell her?"
"Tell me what?" Misty asked stepping into the room.
"Um nothing. How would you like it if we moved your rent down to seven fifty a month? We need to rent out that room and if you would take it then we would greatly appreciate it." Mr Roscoe smirked.
"I feel like there's something I should know."
"Why did you even come in here." Ms Christy snapped.
"I wanted to know where a bathroom was."
"Oh," Ms Christy said sheepishly. "Its the door right next to the hallway closet. Sorry about that."
Misty couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in the house. For all she knew these people could be masked murderers or rapists. She tried to shake it off and went to the bathroom. The bathroom, like every other room in the house was painted with a dark color being dark blue with a black door. Misty looked around at the bathroom. She glanced at the painting on the wall above the toilet. It was of a long legged slender woman with long black hair covering her boobs but with nipples sticking through. She was wearing a black one piece outfit that had an open front with a black criss-cross pattern going across the chest leaving everything exposed. The one piece looped around her neck and had two circles cut out for her breasts. She was wearing fishnet stockings, black knee high boots and black leather gloves that went up a little ways past her elbows. She had on black lipstick and dark eye liner.
Misty looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her own black hair and felt along her sides trying to picture herself in that kind of outfit. She always liked the thought of being seen in such a light. She looked at the picture of the large breasted woman again then looked at the face. She stared at it carefully then noticed that this was not just a painting of a random woman but it was a painting of Ms Christy.
Misty used the facilities then walked out. She looked at Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe who still appeared to be fighting. They glanced over at them then smiled.
"You know I thought about it and I would really like to take the room."
"Really?" Ms Christy asked. "I mean you're sure about this?"
"I just need to know when the soonest time I can move in is."
"Any time is good with us." Mr Roscoe smiled.
"Okay."
Misty left the house and went back to what was soon to be her old apartment. She looked at all the unpacked boxes trying to figure out what she was to keep and what she was to put in storage. She started sorting and sifting through the stuff. Then the very next morning she paid some movers to deliver the stuff she had decided to put in storage. She then packed the remainder of the stuff in the back of her beaten up old Honda CR-V and was off to Mr Roscoe and Ms Christy's house.
Mr Roscoe helped Misty with her stuff then both he and Ms Christy helped her unpack. There was one box that Misty hadn't thought about before she agreed to let the practically strangers unpack her stuff. She was putting clothes away in the dresser when she heard a light "WOH" coming from Mr Roscoe. She whipped around then saw as Mr Roscoe pushed a box away with his foot. Ms Christy took a quick second to peak into the box then pulled her head away. Misty walked over and glanced down at the box and closed it while her face turned a bright red.
"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you." Mr Roscoe said feeling bad.
Misty quickly pushed the boxes under the bed then moved on to the next box.
Once all the boxes were unpacked Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe left the room. Ms Christy grabbed Mr Roscoe's hair and dragged him through the hallway. Once they were a decent distance away from the bedroom she pushed him up against the wall roughly and kissed him. She grasped his hair throughout the entire embrace and released it the minute they stopped contact.
"And what was that for?"
