Housesitter
Part Five
Midsummer
by The Preve
Inspired, in part, by "Shower", by A-L-E-X-X
Midsummer
Gavin Peters lay, bronzing in the Caribbean sun. On his left lounged Cassie Long, famous supermodel. To his right, basked Amyra, internationally famous R&B superstar.
All three were nude, oiled, and basking in the glow of wealth, power, and fame. This, after fucking each other into near oblivion, in a threesome blowout for the ages.
"Mmmm, the rewards," Gavin thought. He glanced left and right at the two nude beauties wondering,
What deals did these two make to get where they are now?
The deal Gavin made never troubled him. He'd learned, then, that the best way to get through the "business negotiation" was to rid himself of some inconveniences, the biggest being his soul.
The profits surpassed the cost: wealth beyond much of the world's population, a body and looks well past middle age, yet fit and trim as a thirty-year-old, and all the pussy and cock at his asking.
The only price was an investment of currency every seven years. Speaking of which,
It's midsummer. It starts tonight. Poor kid.
Not that Gavin felt any remorse. "Poor kid," was just an expression.
He might get through it.
If he did, Gavin would honor his end. Except in one notable instance, he never cheated. Gavin honored his deals, but only if someone was left.
****
The preceding week had been the same as the other two, and it was beginning to wear on Finn.
No stress, as Finn found, was just as trying as major stress. Finn was bored.
He'd had no dreams of Ryan or Christine since last week. No strange or disturbing sights, since the herd of goats.
The routine: exercise, swimming, jogging, inspecting, logging, was what kept him going. One slight difference was he took up sunbathing, using the body oil from the cupboards. Outside the light tan he acquired, nothing much happened with his appearance.
Per the requirements, he kept his hair cut short. The repetition of the past three weeks became near mechanical. He felt like a drone.
So when he returned from his usual morning jog, Finn didn't notice the slight change in the house, not until after his shower.
It's a little warm in here.
The date was June 20, the eve of the official start of summer.
Or midsummer.
The weather turned hot and muggy several days prior. The Weather Channel predicted a lingering heatwave in the northwest for a week or two.
Finn decided to jog earlier before the heat set in.
The subtle difference in the house, a stillness in the air, went unnoticed, initially.
"The climate control is off," he realized.
The console, which controlled the air conditioning, was located in the kitchen, near the refrigerators.
He opened a panel on the wall to view the display screen.
"Climate control temporarily paused for maintenance and adjustment." Restart was listed at 6:00am, June 21. "Which means the day and night are going to be tropical, fuck."
No portable fans were in the house.
Something to be broached with Gavin, next time I see him. So, I guess it's swimming and showering for the rest of the day, if I want to keep cool. I hope the tech can handle the humidity.
The cosmetician at the spa had given Finn pointers on keeping his skin moisturized, so he made sure to use lotion between swims and showers.
Such minor, mundane details explained why Finn Aiden Duffy was in the shower, at 11:55pm, June 20, on a hot, humid night, rinsing off in the cool spray.
Gavin had mentioned a message on midsummer, but the enervating day, in spite the light duties, made Finn decide it could wait until morning.
Meanwhile, he could do a little shampooing, and rinsing, before turning in.
As such, Finn stood in the shower, shampooing his hair, while in the library, the laptop opened, and the screen counted down.
00:00:00:15... 00:00:00:10... 00: 00:00:05... 4... 3... 2... 1...
Midsummer.
****
There were goblins in the shower.
At least, that's how Finn thought at first.
He couldn't think of any other word to describe them, except maybe that elf from
Harry Potter,
whom the "goblins" vaguely resembled, or the
mogwai
from
Gremlins
. The goblins had some resemblance there as well.
Goblins
was the only thought going through Finn's mind at the moment. He was too shocked to feel anything else, including fear.
He'd been startled, certainly, at the sound. A bubbly gurgle, like a series of cackles and giggles, mischievous, with some unsettling malevolence in its tone.
He'd just finished rinsing off the shampoo. He gasped and turned.
Now he was staring, water running down his nude body, at goblins; green, big-nosed, big-earred, goblins, with fiery red eyes, black slits in the middle; large, near oversized hands, elongated fingers capped by black, razor sharp nails; giant, broad, grinning mouths, teeth gleaming white.
Finally, cocks; big, long, thick, veiny cocks.
Almost one-third as big as their diminutive stature.
Finn's surprise ebbed, transforming into disbelief, and then fear. It wasn't so much the presence of goblins, but the numbers.
The shower was large. He remembered ten, perhaps, could fit in it. Except there were more than ten goblins.
Except there was supposed to be a mirrored wall behind them.
Except there was supposed to be his reflection.
Except there was no wall.
Instead, there were goblins, lots and lots of goblins, coming towards him.
Fear turned to terror and then, for a brief moment, relief.
Of course, Finn. You're dreaming. You fell asleep, probably on the couch, and now you're dreaming of three-foot-tall red-eyed goblins with giant cocks. You're going to wake up with a hard on, just like the last two.
Albeit, big-cocked goblins were way weirder than closeted gay interns and giant-bellied pregnant CFOs.
Nor, when the goblins hissed and rushed forward, did he wake with a hard on.
