Crimson Night Ch 01

Chapter 1 - Spying on my Landlord

Paige sits down at her computer, and takes a deep breath before starting her stream.

She hits the button to go live and jumps into her opening lines

“Hello everyone! VixenPhantasmal here with another night of grinding the ranked ladder! Tonight we’re gonna focus, we’re gonna win, and we’re gonna get wild! You know how it is around here,” Paige says. She really leans into her acting, embracing the over the top persona. Paige tries to channel the energy of an manic radio DJ, thinking back to the days she thought she was going to go to school for radio broadcasting.

Paige is in her early 20s. A bit on the chubby side. Her skin pale, not one to go out in the sun. Spending her days in a lab, or on her computer. Paige would normally keep her long auburn hair tied back for practical reasons, but likes to let it down for her stream. She thinks it looks better down, and with it down she can show off died streak on one side. It’s a deep purple kind of color right now, but she like’s to change it up frequently.

Paige starts up the game, and gets into it. Outward shes bubbly, happy, confident, but it’s a mask. She doesn’t feel any of those things. But people like to watch her play games on the internet. She knows its not because she’s any good, but because she has massive tits. But if people were willing to be pleasant and give her money, who was she to say no. It’s a thin line to walk on both sides. Paige knows exactly what she’s doing, chooses her outfit to be revealing but covering the important parts. Occasionally making a cute face, pressing her breasts together, or making them bounce. The unwritten rule however is the fans don’t directly comment on it. Calling her cute, that can be OK. But the moment they start posting about how nice her breasts are or something like that, that’s over the line. Positive vibes only. Nothing negative, nothing personal, nothing too sexual. It’s a line that has to be drawn, she’s an entertainer, not their friend. Certainly not their girlfriend.

Almost as if on queue, she gets a gross message in her chat, sexualizing her, calling her a bad player.

“Oh my! Starting the bans early tonight I guess. Buh-Bye!” Paige says. Quickly banning the user and removing their messages from the chat. It happens often enough that it’s practically muscle memory at this point. Bigger streamers have people who do this for them, and she probably could too, but she doesn’t like the idea of having people volunteer for her. Having people that feel like she owes them something. Maybe one day thats a bridge she’ll need to cross but for now its one woman show and thats how she likes it.

A one woman show unfortunately also describes her current relationship status. Paige was an awkward and nerdy girl growing up. A bit of an outcast, happier with a book or her computer than with other kids. When she graduated high-school she moved from her small town to the city of Boise. Not a huge city by any means, but much larger than her town. Paige attended BSU with a partial scholarship, it was the only way she could afford it. Even then by the time she was done with her Associates degree in Medical Lab Technology she had a mountain of student debt that weighed heavily on her, especially now that she’s living on her own.

Paige spends her days working as a tech at a diagnostic lab. She’s only been there a few months, but the income at least let her move into a decent apartment instead of the gross student housing she was in. She was really surprised at how cheap it was for how nice it was. Paige rents the lower half of a pretty nice house from a quiet older woman, she guessed maybe just about middle aged. It seemed like maybe she was retired. Quiet, keeping mostly to her self. The only clue Paige had that the land lady was even home most of the time was lights and occasional sounds. Nothing too wild. Which worked for Paige, she would rather keep to herself anyway. Her world was online.

Paige gets a DM from a viewer. She knows before even opening it, it’s going to be asking for nudes, or for some kind of sex stuff. And of course it is, its someone offering her money for a photo of her nude. The user gets swiftly blocked. Paige doesn’t do adult content, but on days where money is tight she thinks about it. If she could regularly get the kind of money people had offered her, it would make a big difference in her debt payments. Paige never does however. Partly due to not wanting to, and partly a lack of confidence. VixenPhantasmal was who she wished she could be, not who she was. Paige wants to be as confident, as happy as her assumed persona was, but it’s just an act.

An act that gets cut short, as the internet suddenly goes down.

“What the fuck?” Paige frantically resets her network adapter and tries to reconnect, but no luck. It must be down farther up the ladder. Unfortunately for Paige, her internet connection wasn’t under her control. She shared a connection with the landlady upstairs, so it was kind of included in her rent.

Paige rushes up stairs to the common area their units open onto. Seeing light coming from under the door, she knocks on it. As she knocks she realizes she can’t even remember the womans name. Paige struggles to remember, the name on the tip of her tongue. Samantha? Cynthia? Sally? None of those seemed right. There’s no answer at the door so she knocks again. Sandra? No. Sarah! Her name was Sarah! Paige goes to knock on Sarah's door a third time, louder, but notices the door isn’t actually closed. Just pushed shut.

Paige knows she shouldn’t. She should just go back down to her apartment and maybe text Sarah, or try phoning her. The internet could wait till morning really, couldn’t it? No, it couldn’t not really. She was willing to be a slight nuisance for it she decides. So Paige pushes the door open and walks into Sarah’s home.

“Sarah?” Paige calls loudly to the apartment. “It’s Paige from downstairs. The internet went out,” she explains. Paige can hear a TV playing in the room just off the front hall, so she steps around the corner to see if Sarah is there. The room seems to be empty, the TV playing a music video, or a rock concert of some kind. The title on the stage says “Crimson Night”

Paige looks around and notices just how nice the room is. Not anything too wild, just nice, modern, everything very functional and in its place.

Figuring maybe Sarah had to step out or something, Paige turns to go back to her unit. Farther down the hall, away from the exit, she notices a door thats partially open. The light from inside spilling into the hallway. Paige almost ignores this and leaves, when someone walks across the room. The shadow momentarily making the hallway fade away into the darkness.

As she finds herself compelled to walk towards the room, Paige's mind races with all the reasons she shouldn’t be walking that way. This isn’t her house was the main one. The idea that she might be about to spy on some intimate moment was another. As much as that idea was telling her to leave it was also drawing her in. The thoughts of all the things she might see through that door had her flushed, her heart racing.

The room beyond the door comes into view, and at first Paige can’t see much of anything. As she creeps closer however she realizes its a bathroom. Creeping closer still, Paige can see Sarah in the bathroom. Sarah stands taller than the average woman. Beautiful crimson red hair hangs down past her shoulders. Her pale skin and freckles could be cute if she didn’t seem so cold and serious. The mental picture of Sarah happy and smiling melting her inside a little.

Sarah walks from the sink, to the toilet, lifting the lid and turning around in front of it. Paige holds her breath as Sarah undoes her pants. From her spot in the hallway she sees enough to know whats going on, unfortunately none of the really juicy bits though. Creeping closer still, Paige is shocked at how wet she becomes when the sound of Sarah peeing fills the air. Peeking through gap in the door, she has a clear view of Sarah. Sitting on the toilet, hands folded in her lap on her pale thighs, her long incredibly red hair hanging down her back and over her shoulders. From this angle you’d never guess Sarah was older. The only real signs of her age are in her face. Nothing terribly specific, just the lines and weathered look that comes with age. Sarah finishes her pee, and begins to unroll some toilet paper. Every fiber in Paige's body is screaming at her to run away. Her intense arousal watching this scene doesn’t just keep here there, but drives her to inch closer still. As Sarah stands to wipe, Paige sees her red pubic hair, and the soft pink slit underneath.

Sarah begins to turn, and Paige immediately bolts for the exit. Moving as fast as she can without making noise. Carefully returning the door to its closed position, desperately trying to keep it from making a sound. Paige flies down the stairs to the safety of her own apartment.

Waiting, listening for any sounds that would tell her she was seen. The sound of foot steps outside her door, the sound of her phone ringing. After waiting for what feels like forever, she finally lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding. She hadn’t been seen, she was sure she hadn’t. Her heart is absolutely racing. Why had she done that? Why did she spy on her land lady, invade her privacy like that. Most importantly why the fuck did it turn her on so much.

Sliding a hand down the front of her pants, Paige runs a finger through her shaven folds. She’s soaking wet. Unable to contain herself any longer Paige lays down on the bed, and begins to finger herself. She moans softly as her fingers thrust in and out, picking up speed. Her free hand begins to massage her breasts, rubs her nipples. The image of Sarah peeing playing over and over in her mind. Such an intimate, vulnerable moment. Paige cries out softly as her climax builds. Her fingers moving to rub her clit in a frenzy. With a shuddering gasp, Paige finds her orgasm, and collapses into her bed

Paige spends the next few weeks avoiding Sarah. Not that she ever really saw Sarah much anyway. They had their own laundry, and the only shared space was the front landing, and the stairs and hallway to her unit. For a while every sound, every message, every imagined movement Paige was sure would be Sarah confronting her about her spying. Paige felt so guilty about it. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so fucking good. The memory playing over and over as she tries to sleep at night.

Paige has never been sexually attracted to women before. Not that she had had much of any kind of romance in her life. Paige had been on a few dates with guys during university, but mostly she was busy with her studies. She couldn’t afford to goof off, if she lost her scholarship she was done. Of course Paige had had sex before, not many times, but she wasn’t a virgin by any means. Besides, she had her collection of toys to keep her needs satisfied.

But these feelings towards a woman were new. Exciting, but also scary. In the evenings before bed, she explores some new porn categories. Viewing women in a new, more exciting light than she had before. Not just as a stand in for her in the videos anymore. But when she closes her eyes, it’s Sarah she sees.

Paige goes through her workdays letting herself get lost in her work enough to stop worrying about the rest of her life. Paige likes her job, she’s GOOD at it. As a junior tech she doesn’t do anything really groundbreaking or too exciting really. Most of her work is someone asking her to setup a machine for some specific task. Occasionally they’d have her also run the machine, but that was more rare for juniors. Today Paige is just about to wrap up her lunch break when a new notification pops up on her phone. A text from Sarah. Fuck. Paige swallows hard as she unlocks her phone, sure that this is it, and that she would be looking for a new place to live in a moment.

“Hey, you had a delivery sitting outside in the rain. I brought it in. I’ve got it now. Just shoot me a text when you’re on your way home from work. I’ll be around all day, you can pick it up whenever,” Sarah writes.

It turns out it wasn’t the earth shattering text Paige had expected. The relief is immediate. It feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders as she returns to work. On her way home, Paige sends Sarah a text to let her know she was on her way. Now that she wasn’t worried her world was gonna come crashing down Paige was started to get excited about seeing Sarah. She was starting to develop a bit of a crush on her. Paige didn’t know much about the woman, but she finds herself just fascinated by her.

For the rest of her shift Paige works away as daydreams of erotic adventures with Sarah play out in her head. Then just as suddenly as they started, the daydreams shift to mundane domestic life scenes. Imagining coming home after a hard day, relaxing on the couch with her. Comforting her after some tragedy. Laughing and celebrating a special event. Paige is shocked when she realizes what shes imagining. She barely knows this woman, why is she imagining a life with her like this? What is wrong with her? Powering through the rest of her work day, she writes it off to hormones, or maybe something to do with exploring this new aspect of her sexuality. Deep down maybe shes finally waking up in some way.

Paige is so nervous as she walks up to Sarah's door that she thinks she might throw up.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Paige mutters to herself. She swallows hard and knocks on the door. A few moments later Sarah opens the door and welcomes Paige into her home. Paige cant help but stare at Sarah. Her outfit of a well worn t-shirt and denim skirt causing all kinds of confusing feelings to stir inside Paige.

Sarah leads her quickly to the kitchen where the package is sitting on the counter. Paige makes no effort to grab it, instead standing in the kitchen trying to make any kind of small talk she can with Sarah. Paige is acting like a high-school girl with a crush. Sarah is polite, but her responses are brusque. Sarah keeps hesitating, freezing for a moment before answering with just a few words. Paige finally gets the hint, dejected, and collects her package to leave.

Suddenly Sarah gasps, and the kitchen is filled with sound of water splashing onto the floor. Paige is speechless as she realizes Sarah is pissing herself right in front of her. Paige watches as it floods down Sarah's thighs, soaking her socks, her skirt. Paige wishes she could see more, see what the skirt is covering. Sarah presses her thighs together tightly, holds a hand over her crotch, but it doesn’t help. Without thinking Paige takes a step closer.

“Stop! Don’t get too close,” Sarah says. She covers her face, already bright red. The kitchen stays silent, except for the hissing and splashing as Sarah continues to leak all over the floor. After what feels like forever, Sarah finishes. The puddle spreading all over the previously pristine kitchen. Sarah's face is bright red when she looks up at Paige. Without saying a word Sarah quickly rushes off towards the bathroom.

Paige stands in the kitchen for a little longer before deciding its probably for the best if she returns to her apartment. Paige lays in her bed, replaying the scene over and over. Something about it was incredibly arousing, even if it was awkward and embarrassing. Paige drifts off to sleep, images of Sarah still in her head. The package she collected sits in her hallway, unopened and forgotten.

The weeks that follow feel awful to Paige. It feels like Sarah is avoiding her. They already didn’t see each other much, but now it seems like Sarah makes every attempt to brush her off as fast as possible and hide in her home.

Paige spends her days storming around her apartment, her emotions a mess. She feels like a teenager on the verge of a tantrum. She doesn’t understand why her head is filled with all these thoughts, all these emotions. She wants to cry, to fight someone, to run to Sarah and hug her, all at the same time. It feels so fucking foolish. Sarah barely even knows she exists, why is she feeling so hung up on her?

Putting on her VixenPhantasmal persona, Paige forces her way though her weekend streaming session. Her heart just isn’t in it. She plays some unremarkable games, chats, hams up her reactions for the camera. Still the fans eat it up. They aren’t there for skilled game-play, they’re watching for the moments when VixenPhantasmal reacts to a play with over the top joy. Pressing her tits together and making sultry faces. At the end of the day it’s really an act on top of an act. Paige wishes she could be more like VixenPhantasmal in her real life, wonders what Sarah would think if she saw more of this side of her. That’s what people want right? Sexy confidence. But it’s all a lie, none of it is how she feels inside. She doesn't feel that confidence, she feels scared, alone. She feels dumb for even hoping.

Paige wraps up the stream, and sits in her chair for a bit. Trying to wrap her head around all these feelings. More than anything, just feeling exhausted.

A shadow passes over the room as someone walks by the basement window. Paige walks over and stretches trying to see out the high window.

It’s Sarah. Paige feels her heart jump as she sees Sarah out in the garden, tending to her plants. Paige hadn’t really considered the garden in the backyard much. Thinking about it now she realizes Sarah must be an avid gardener. Paige chastises herself for not knowing this already, spending all this time fantasizing about the woman and not even knowing her major interests. It makes sense, Sarah probably does most of her gardening while Paige is at work. On the weekends Paige isn’t even awake most of the time the sun is out.

She rolls her chair over, kneeling on it to watch more comfortably. Sarah is wearing a cute, short cut sun-dress. Its thin, and sometimes when the angle is just right Paige can see Sarah's full outline lit up through the thin fabric. Paige sits watching, a dumb smile on her face, absolutely smitten. After watching for a while, Paige decides Sarah isn’t wearing panties under the dress. Based on absolutely nothing, but Paige really likes the idea. She continues to watch, loving every moment. Eventually Paige gets her answer when Sarah gets down on her hands and knees to tend to the plants in a nearby bed. The dress rides up and shows off her smooth, pale thighs. Her perfect ass. For just a moment Paige thought she caught a glimpse of red pubic hair.

Paige watches, face flushed, fantasy filling her head. She imagines that Sarah is doing this just for her. Performing for an audience of one. She knows its dumb, but it makes her feel better. The alternative is that Paige is a dirty pervert. Spying on the woman renting a place to her. The idea makes Paige uncomfortable, and for a moment she considers stopping. She likely would have if not for Sarah standing up at that moment and walking over the corner of the yard. Paige rushes over to that side of the apartment, trying to keep Sarah in view. Paige pushes some boxes out of the way and gets over to the far window just in time to see Sarah lift her dress above her waist, squatting down at the edge of the yard. Paige holds her breath as she watches. Sarah’s most intimate area exposed, just a few feet from her. Paige wishes she could reach out, could touch her. But Paige settles for touching herself instead.

Sarah begins to pee, as Paige begins to finger herself. Paige cant take her eyes away. Sarah holds the dress in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees. Sarah holds that pose as she continues to pee furiously, in the moment it feels like it goes on and on forever. When it’s over it feels like much too soon. Paige feels a pang of loss as Sarah shakes off, and heads back inside. Paige quickly walks back to her bed, laying down, urgently pulling down her pants as she returns to the heat between her legs. Desperately she holds onto the image of what she just saw, using both hands to bring herself to an orgasm that leaves her shaking and breathless. Sweaty and breathing hard Paige lets the fog of sleep take her away, the dumb smile still stuck on her face.