Crystal applied the stylus to the screen with a gentle touch as she applied another line to the new commission she had received. It was another perverted illustration for an impassioned videogame fan's fanfic. This time it was Symmetra getting hate fucked by Lucio.
She was happy to have a new project to work on, and she knew that she could probably just sell the one of Tracer to some weeb on the sites, even if not for the full price she felt it deserved. Still, despite the joys of having a task, she was still bothered by the fact that she was unable to pay her rent for the month. She was relieved at how understanding the guys were.
When Katie and she had returned to the apartment, the guys were waiting for them. The four of them sat on the couch and discussed what they could do. The guys didn't mind too much. Dillon had been getting paid well and Harry had picked up more hours at the burger joint, so they were covered. However, they had decided that the girl's would have to make it up to them in various ways, chores, errands and anything else around the house or to make life smooth, at least for the month. That wouldn't leave Crystal a lot of time for her work though.
There was a soft knock on the open door snapping Crystal from her illustration. Katie stood there with her bag draped over her shoulder. She was in her work outfit, a black polo shirt printed with the restaurant's logo on the top left breast and a pair of Jeans that really showed off her plump bury-your-face-here ass.
"Hey," Crystal said.
"Hey to you too," she said back. "I'm going to work. Jake's taking me. Can you tell Harry I'll be hanging out at Jake's after? I texted him but the idiot left his phone here."
"Of course."
"Do you want to hang out with us?"
Crystal thought about it, and it would be nice. The image of Jake's cock still lingered in her mind. "I need to work and catch up. Definitely next time, though."
Katie smiled. "Sounds good. See you later."
She walked from the room and Crystal heard the front door lock. She could always change her mind and text Katie later. Again the image of Jake's dick stuck in her mind. She was still horny from the day before. Dillon may have been calm and understanding, but he was still distraught about having to flesh out their full half of the rent. She'd probably get the fucking she needed from him later.
Another hour passed, and Crystal finished the preliminary sketch of her drawing. She was obviously flustered as she would have normally completed this much in half of the time it had taken. She needed a break, but felt she was moving too slow to allow herself the reprieve.
The quiet of the apartment was broken by the sound of the front door as the scuffing of old sneakers scraped the floor of the living room. Harry had returned, and no doubt tracked in the smell of old grease and kitchen waste with him.
"Anybody home?" He asked.
"I am," Crystal answered.
His footsteps sounded down the hall as he stopped at the threshold of her room. "How's it going?"
"Not bad," she said as she gave a yawn with a stretch. She hadn't considered the show she was providing him as she extended her arms upward. Her breasts squished together, and her tight black tank rode up to show the soft pale skin of her thin figure.
Harry found himself soaking it in. Dillon's words from the day before resonated within him and he felt his dick pulse to life. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands all over her body. He looked at Her extended fine neck and rested at her lips, considering the feeling of them wrapped around his rod.
"Katie wanted me to tell you that she's going over to Jake's after work." Crystal removed the thick frame glasses and rested them on her desk.
"That's fine," he said. "What are you and Dillon doing later?"
Crystal leaned with her elbow on the desk and placed her cheek upon her open palm. "He's working a bit late to get some extra hours. So, no plans."
Harry nodded. "So, a lazy day it is." He sighed with slight disappointment. He had hoped maybe the three of them would go out, but it seemed another day of lounging and watching shows was on the menu. "You want to take a break and hang out?"
Crystal looked at the sketch and found herself uninspired to continue. "A break would be good." She pressed save on her work and put the workstation on sleep mode.
"Cool," Harry said with a chip of excitement. "I'm just gonna change out of my work clothes."
"Ok," she said, relieved she wouldn't have to smell his work as much.
As he walked away from her door, she wondered if perhaps she should put something over her more revealing attire. However, she felt a sense of power and joy from stealing his attention. The thought excited her. Maybe she should go out with Katie and Jake?
Crystal was too worked up and it would be hours until he got home. She had to relieve herself. She'd watch a couple episodes and excuse herself. She'd use her work as an excuse. In the meantime, she could use Harry's glances to add extra spice to her already overflowing horniness.
As she usually was when home and working, she was in only her top and blue panties. She hated working with pants on. What's the point of working at home if you can't be comfortable. She normally would cover up if she were hanging out with anyone at the apartment, but decided to take the excitement and joy of teasing him more. After his and Dillon's kindness towards her dilemma, Harry deserved a show.
Crystal pulled up the waist strap of her high-cut thong that framed the cheeks of her ass. It was a style from the eighties that really drove Dillon into a carnal frenzy. Her cut off top showed off her pale stomach. Her attire might as well have been a bright neon sign that screamed: fuck doll.
As she walked past his room, Harry was stepping into the hall while still putting on his white t-shirt. As his head clumsily fit through the proper hole, he froze and mindlessly caught a glimpse of Crystal's petite figure. His cock throbbed with each step she took, that caused the cheeks of her ass to jiggle. He shook his head in desperation to think straight, but her bare legs were still taking a taunting stroll through his thoughts.
Crystal sat on the end of the couch he had to pass by, and catch the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. Both legs were up on the cushion as she cradled them while leaning on her side against the arm rest.
"What did you want to watch?" She asked.
"Um, there was that new movie," he said as he sat down, snapping his fingers as he tried to think of the name. "It's a drama...uh...girl's boyfriend is a drug dealer and owes money..." He couldn't for the life of him remember the title.
"That sounds alright," she said.
They figured out the title when they pulled up the streaming service and saw it in the new releases. Together they sat in an awkward silence as the opening credits played over a scene of the main character doing a deal. Harry found himself trailing her soft legs out of the corner of his eye. How the fuck was he supposed to watch a movie with a boner that felt it could burst.
Crystal took notice of his poor attempt at being subtle. "You alright?" She asked with a teasing smile.
"Yeah," he said, trying hard to play it cool. "Did you want water, or something?"
