Sunday after coffee. The day was still young. Namely noon.
Zach Pedigo decided to head home early after Khloe and the darling couple Heidi and Weaver went off on their own. Rest sounded great but it was not in the cards. Roaring into his apartment complex on his Harley he noted a certain redheaded neighbor outside sunbathing. Although pale of skin, Petra Monahan found that her complexion resisted the traditional burning that pale flesh normally endured. When done in moderation the girl could manufacture a golden color, one that she was working on this fine warm day.
Without hearing his uproar arrival due to her music, earplugs in her ears, Petra failed to discover him walk up on her and stand over her lithe little body. One leg to each side of her hips he stood tall, waiting on her to notice his shadow blocking her sunlight. Her eyes closed to the sun, shades minimally helping, she was surprised when his boot toe tapped her on a rib.
"Oh, shit." She yelped yanking her earplugs from her ears, "Sorry, I didn't hear you come up. Hi."
"Why are you wearing that bikini?"
"Umm! Public decency?"
"Why do I even bother with you." He swung his right leg over her, his boot heel directly over her face grazing the tip of her nose and prepared to leave. His shadow left a print of what she was worth in the moment. Tread carefully!
"WAIT! Why do you torture me so? I gave into you last night in your apartment. I joined in on playing with your friends."
"Did you do what I told you to start doing?"
"Herman?" She appeared haunted, "Not much. I'm just not finding him attractive."
"Useless." He moved another foot further away from her, forcing her to reach out and grab his pant leg.
"Please. I'll work harder at it. Just tell me what you want."
"I want a slut that can keep up with Khloe and Cleo. You're not even close." His ego was increasing more and more. That and he smirked when she couldn't see his face directly. To him it was humorous to see her beg like she often did. Zach's dominating side increased by the day but in all reality, he was letting the girls do all of the real work. He just laid the foundation for their desires. Sure, he loved putting fire under their asses to get them on his wavelength but even if they didn't, he would blow it off and say it wasn't his fault that they couldn't keep up with him. Both Cleo and Khloe were submissive already, so they were peaches and cream. Petra here was living on her instincts, not his and that was not going to fly. Toying with her was simply a hobby. The superglue would stick to the model or fall to pieces. Her choice! Gorilla glue tactics!
"I fucked two guys right next door to you that I'd never even met before doing it. How is that not being a slut?"
"That was for Jaye and Bob. Not for me. Go be their little whore."
"I WANT TO BE YOUR LITTLE WHORE." She rolled to her knees and crawled over her blanket to kneel in front of him. Her hands gravitating toward his crotch with a hopeful balance of seductiveness and aggression she prayed she would be given a second, third chance. Swatting her hands away he leaned over and gripped her chin firmly to maintain eye contact. Spitting in her face not once but twice made her tremble like a leaf. That was new for Zach, yet it worked in showing her just how unworthy she was. As a model her self-esteem took a hit.
"I sent you home to taunt Herman. If that's not being fulfilled, I have zero use for you."
"I'll start right now. He's working from home today. What, how far do you want me to go?"
"Impress me or never look my way again. Improvise! Hand me your cell." He pointed at it lying on her blanket covered partially by a fashion magazine, earplugs dangling as it played Adele. Slipping away she snatched it up and handed it to him, music shut off. Using it he dialed his own cell number then tossed her phone back at her in a portrayal of hot potato. "Call me without him knowing, I'll listen in. I better hear Herman asking you what you're doing. Coax him out here and have him lotion you up. Among other things. No hesitation or..." He turned and walked away leaving her to imagine his final words. Silence struck her soul harder than his saliva. Petra Karin Monahan sat stunned for thirty seconds then got up with her phone and made her way inside. The spit on her cheeks, nose, and forehead had not even been wiped away, it would just be noted as sweat. Watching him unlock his door she waited to see if he would look her way. Not even a glance. That was the nudge she needed. Into her apartment she went.
Within she found Herman Barstow on his laptop at the small dining table they ate at. Eying her sudden return wearing only her narrow all-black bikini he swallowed dryly. When she had left the apartment, she had a long t-shirt over it. Now he had the privilege of seeing quite a lot more skin. Not to mention an extremely healthy chest bulging against the bikini tops far from modest cups, strings otherwise tied behind her back and neck. The same for her bottoms in their string held eye patches up front revealing the slimmest hint of fire red pubic hair cresting up over the tower of fabric. The back patch even smaller, a tiny triangle which creeped dangerously within her heart shaped butt crack. Suddenly editing any book became a slutty romance novel.
"Hey, Herman." She smiled brightly, masking her true thoughts of "Ewww!"
Removing his reading glasses he explored her assets with a glimmer of hesitation, fear mostly. "Did you get tired of sunbathing already?"
"No. I just got thirsty. It's really hot out today. Does it look like I'm getting darker?" She rotated her body in a slow motion 360 to let him check her out. It was then she realized that she hadn't even called Zach. All of this preliminary work was lost.
