I suggest reading my previous chapters before reading this one.
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Chapter III
I fix my hair in the mirror and use a washcloth to wipe off the makeup that's smeared on my face. Elliot and I get clothed together, him catching glances at me while I dress back into the clothes he lent me. I'm still a little concerned about how he just happened to have clothes my size in the back of his car...
"Do you w-want to get something to eat b-before we go to my house?" Elliot asks me quietly. I check the clock on his dashboard; it's 1:43 pm.
"That sounds nice. I am pretty hungry after you made me cum so hard earlier," I nudge him. He blushes and puts the car into drive.
He pulls up to my favorite restaurant, a mom and pop Indian food place three blocks from my old apartment.
"Do y-you like Indian food? This is my favorite restaurant," he says, putting the car in park.
"Yeah, I love it. This is my favorite restaurant too... what's your favorite dish?" I ask before we can get inside.
"Chicken t-tikka masala. I always get extra naan from this place since th-they put so much sauce in the bowl," he replies. Alright, I'm feeling a little better.
"Oh, yeah. I like that dish too. My favorite is probably their Murg Makhani, though."
"L-let's eat then!" he giggles.
We get into the restaurant and eat our favorite dishes. The staff seems to be more friendly with him than when I'm here by myself. Even though I've been coming here somewhat regularly for almost two years.
"How long have you been coming here?" I ask, a little jealous of how chummy he is with everyone here.
"Coming on f-five years now. I moved here around six years ago and found this p-place by chance."
"Do you live nearby?"
"A f-few blocks east, yeah," he responds. I nod my head.
I remember when I moved into that dingy apartment three blocks west of this place I was told by my roommate that I shouldn't go east of the restaurant. She told me there were gangs that way. I'm getting more and more sketched out listening to him. But I don't think he could do any harm, it'd be hard to fake his level of shyness for so long. Call me crazy and impractical, but I wanna see what this guy is all about. Quite frankly, he fascinates me.
After we're finished eating, Elliot puts down a $50 and thanks the waiter. We climb back into his car and he drives off towards his house.
In the car, he asks me if I've ever been on this side of town.
"No, actually. My friend told me there are a lot of gangs around here, so I kept my distance," I respond truthfully.
"Well, she's not wrong a-about that," he replies.
"Do you, um, live near any? Any gangs, that is..." I ask carefully.
"Y-yeah," he says nonchalantly. I keep my mouth shut, a little worried about how casual he is about it.
We reach his house and pull into the garage. There are a few cars parked around the street and some loud music playing inside. The grass is dead and the walkway is a little beat up. It looks like some shingles on the roof are about to fall off and paint is chipping almost all the way around the exterior of the house. I'm almost afraid to see the inside.
"Here w-we are," he smiles shyly. How the hell is he living here? Being so shy, I would think he'd live somewhere quiet and isolated.
I climb out of his car with my clothes in my hands and Elliot moves to the door to let me inside. I smile graciously and walk inside.
Where I was underdressed for the hotel he brought me to, I'm severely overdressed for this house. I'm glad when he directs me to his room.
"You c-can change here. This is my room and no o-one will bother you," he says, turning to walk out of the room.
"Wait!" I call for him. He turns around and looks at me, waiting for me to continue, "You don't have to leave, baby," I say, pulling him by that hand and into the room.
"I j-just wanted to give you space," he says politely.
"You've seen me naked multiple times already. I'm not shy," I smile. I kick off my heels and then take off my shirt slowly. I wink at him when the shirt is over my head. I throw it onto the unmade bed and unzip the pants, then slowly slip those down too. I grab my normal clothes and slip into them slowly, the whole time his mouth is drooping slightly.
"Why don't you introduce me to the friends who were staring at me as I walked by earlier?" I laugh softly as he takes my hand tenderly.
We walk out of his bedroom and into the living room area. The men who were staring at me before are now ogling, and some who weren't looking before join them.
Elliot clears his throat softly and looks away from me and to his friends, "This is Isabelle, everyone," they all smile. He seems to be more confident when talking to them, he didn't stutter once. Elliot leans down to whisper in my ear quick, "I d-don't like how they're staring at you."
I lean up to whisper in his ear, "It's okay baby, they can stare all they want. Only you get to fuck me. Would you like me to make it seem like you're my boyfriend so you can make them even more jealous?"
"Yes, please," he whispers. I laugh lightly and kiss his cheek.
I whisper in his ear, "Now it seems like you told me a funny joke. Laugh with me now real quick," I laugh with him and then say out loud, "Now introduce me to all of your friends, baby," I smile. He smiles back and brings me around the room.
I blush and hold on to Elliot's arm when his friends say stuff like "Damn, she's fine," or "How did you reel this one in."
"This is my gang," Elliot laughs, only partly joking.
"Is that so? What's your guys' name then?" I respond.
"The Vipers," one person responds proudly.
"Interesting. Who's the king?"
Elliot and a few of his friends stop laughing and singing with the music and look at me.
"We don't really have one..." Elliot says. I can hear that he almost stuttered during that sentence.
"C'mon, every gang needs a leader," I smile, "I think there should be a vote then. To see who's best fit to lead in the eyes of the gang," I say. I've always wanted to run a gang. Maybe if Elliot is picked, I can do it behind the scenes. He's not a very strong character, but hopefully, his friends don't see that.
"Well, the little lady has a point," Curtis, one of Elliot's friends, says. Everyone cheers a little.
Elliot speaks up, "Sounds like we're going to have a vote, then. Tonight at 7 pm, everyone will meet at the pit and we'll see who gets to lead," he smiles. Everyone cheers and raises their hands in the air, creating a peace sign bent forward to look like fangs with their right hand.
Elliot kisses me and his friends go back to what they were doing before.
"Let's go to your room," I say in Elliot's ear. He nods and walks me there. I catch a peek at a clock to see that it's only 4:38 pm.
"W-why'd you wanna come in here?" Elliot asks, going back to his shy self without his friends around.
"I find it extraordinary that when you're around your friends, you don't stutter," I say, thinking out loud.
"Well, I guess I-I just get nervous ar-round you," he says, looking down.
"Hey... don't look away. I still think you're sexy and an amazing lover. I want to get you away from your shyness. Call it my mission," I giggle lightly, "Then in the future, you won't have to worry about getting with other girls."
