My name is Todd. I live in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am 32 years old and a pale, skinny nerd. I have lived in Vegas for over 14 years. I moved here to go to college. I was a computer science, networking, and code writing nerd. Most if not all of my friends are online. We talk using headsets, play games, and watch movies together all online.
When I first decided where I wanted to go to live, I decided on Las Vegas. For the warm dry weather, the casinos, and all the entertainment. Not because they had the best computer courses or campus but for the fun extracurricular activities. Who am I kidding? I went because Playboy ranked UNLV as one of the top party schools with the most beautiful female students in the country.
When I moved here, I went to strip clubs, dance clubs, and any place there were hot, beautiful, scantily clad women. Not that the dance clubs let me in. But I tried. Then there were the waitresses. In no other city in the world did they have waitresses this beautiful and sexy. Boy did they fleece me of my money. I thought tipping them would do something. They only called me sweety more and brought me more alcohol which in turn made me tip more. In the end I would go home alone.
My parents purchased a 4-bedroom apartment on the strip during the house crisis of 2007-2009. I later bought it from them. I moved in during college. It was in the hopes I could get roommates, friends, or "real life" contact with other humans as my father put it. My parents were outgoing, friendly, and had huge bar-b-ques back home with all their work friends, neighbors, and other people. I would never attend and lock myself in my bedroom working or playing on a computer.
Today was the 10th year anniversary of working at the tech company. It was Friday. I work 100% remote from home. I worked for IT, fixed bugs, and wrote code to manage their storage systems. Lots of data to manage. I have a salary position where I work 40 hours a week for 250k$ a year. But I work extra hours performing extra work on help tickets and I get paid overtime. Since I don't have a real life, making extra money is fun. More toys, more VR headsets, more computers.
Today I was at home, shorts and a T-shirt, when I heard a loud knocking on my door. I had not ordered pizza, I had not ordered Amazon, and I did not need any repairs in my apartment. I answered the door with my headphones hanging around my neck.
A woman was carrying two large boxes with a small plant on top. She yelled, "About time and stormed inside." I did not invite her in, I did not know her, and I did not know what was going on. She walked 10 feet into my large apartment's living room which was entirely empty. I did not have guests over so why buy a couch?
The woman bent over to set down the boxes. Oh my. She had a great bubble butt. She was wearing some tiny blue shorts with white trim and the words "JUICY" was printed across her ass. A red G-string was peeking out of her tiny booty shorts.
The woman bent over, set down the boxes, and complained about the size of the elevator. We were on the 15th floor so using the stairs was unlikely. The woman turned around. She was wearing a white skintight tank top, a red push up bra, and a red headband holding back her golden blonde hair.
She was gorgeous. She reminded me of Alice Eve's face and smile. But this woman's tits were quite a bit bigger and likely fake (turned out I was wrong. They were natural and amazing). DD cup? Or was there a bigger size? I don't know anything about cup sizes, but they later turned out to be EE cups.
The woman questioned me for several minutes about the easiest way to move in, how to get her stuff up the elevator, and if I was going to help her.
Help her do what? Move in here? What was she talking about?
The woman left quickly as I stood confused staring at the very sexy woman. She walked out of the apartment, left my front door open, and disappeared into the elevator. Each floor of the building had 4 residences. Mine was the largest on the floor, it had the best views, and a small balcony facing the sun. For many reasons I did not go out there. First and foremost, I was pale and would have caught fire instantly. The other was heights. 15 floors up are quite high.
Several minutes later the woman returned pushing two large luggage carts and complaining about the elevator still. Boxes, plants, women's barbells, and other items were stacked on the cart haphazardly. My OCD kicked in and my years of playing Tetris made my anxiety flare up. She unloaded the items in my living room and told me to help her.
Who was I to not be helpful? I rode the elevator down to the parking garage with her. She had a medium sized moving truck full of boxes, a bed with frame, several small wooden clothes dressers and tons of boxes. Each box had been labeled clothes, shoes, dresses, and other.
The woman jumped up in the truck and I was treated with a very nice view of her butt and camel toe as she handed me boxes. After getting most of them she went to jump down. Her large breasts bounced very nicely even though they were being squished in a bra and tight tank top t-shirt.
After several loads of boxes, the bed and clothes dressers went up next. Considerable teamwork went into moving them without damaging them. By the end of the move in 4 hours had gone by. I had not been prepared for such an endeavor and I was sweating more than I had in my whole life. Even though it was spring, the temperatures were not too warm, but in my apartment with all of my electronics it now felt over a hundred degrees.
After everything was strewn across my living room and in one of the bedrooms I finally asked, 'Who are you?'
"I'm Anna," she replied happily, grabbed me around my chest, and pulled me in for a big hug. Our sweaty bodies clung to each other, our sticky shirts were like magnets, and as we pulled away, she giggled. Anna explained we had been talking about being roommates and she was there to move in.
Had I been sleepwalking and emailing this hot woman?
Anna stated, "I'm 24 and I work many jobs. At all hours of the day and night."
Anna handed me $4,000 in cash. Not that I needed the money, but she stated, "As we agreed. First month, last month, and $2,000 for damage deposit." I took the money to not be rude, went into my bedroom, opened my small safe and secured the money inside. Behind me I heard a "Wooh. Cool."
Anna walked into my bedroom and flopped down on my unmade bed. Anna asked, "are you a hacker or something?"
I was proud of my setup. I had 4 computers running doing different things. I had every game console there was, 4 televisions for my entertainment, and custom lighting behind it all. I showed her how I could change the lighting and she stated it was like a disco. I explained I worked on computers, did IT, and helped with debugging code.
Anna who looked like she understood none of it stated "Wooh. Cool" again.
Anna asked me to help set up her bed, dresser, and unpack.
Who was I to say no to this beauty? The bed was set up in the bedroom closest to mine, the dressers put together, her work out equipment were placed on the several stand up racks and we began to go through boxes. Anna would hand me boxes, we would lay out items, and we would hang up or fold the clothes and put them into dresser drawers. Anna was not meticulous, but she had 'a plan' for where everything went.