For several months now, a 24-year-old brunette named Isabela has grown very suspicious of her neighbor living next door. Even some of her neighbors who live nearby have expressed concerns of their own. For Isabela, this encourages her to conduct a quiet investigation for herself. Anything unusual or odd she catches will immediately be reported to the police. Although Isabela couldn't help but be aroused by the neighbor being well-built and having a strong jawline. Isabela has an interesting record. A curious 24-year-old who's embraced her sexuality. For instance, she began going to therapy in hopes of uncovering why she's become more sexually aroused by specific fantasies. You could describe a woman like Isabela to be a nymphomanic, but even Isabela herself isn't exactly sure if she wants to accept that.
Her friends would come over and couldn't understand why she'd rather spend all her time snooping on her neighbor.
"It's because he's hot, right?" Her friend says, passing a joint among her friends.
"Trust me," Isabela says. "His looks have nothing to do with it."
Several hours later, her friends left because of boredom. Isabela would resume her stakeout. She caught The Neighbor and another one of the neighbors talking in the driveway. She peeped through the binoculars closely examined their demeanor and noticed how calmly they were talking. One look at both of these men talking and you'd think they're the best friends. The Neighbor gestures to his neighbor inside and he follows. Isabela smirks and sits down in her chair. She was addicted to wearing tight blue jeans. Isabela would slide her hands up and down her jeans. She loved the way the jeans felt on her. How much tighter her butt felt. The way the zipper pressed against her vagina aroused her deeply. Most of her nights are spent sitting in a chair and pleasuring herself while wearing tight blue jeans. She couldn't control the sensations from pleasuring herself. The more she pleasured herself, the wetter Isabela gets. Right before reaching the climax, a gunshot makes her jump.
Isabela quickly raises her head and looks through the binoculars. The lights at her Neighbor's immediately cut off. Pitch black. This raised a red flag. She waited a second before seeing a muzzle flash followed by a second gunshot. She couldn't believe it. Is her neighbor a serial killer? Isabela had to find out.
Isabela slips on her small black leather jacket, and her white tennis shoes and sneaks across the street to her neighbor's house. She hides behind the car as the front door to the Neighbor's house opens and The Neighbor steps out. The Prime Suspect of her case opens his garage door and retrieves several big black bags. Isabela keeps herself out of sight. She should call the police, but needs to have evidence first in order to have him arrested. Isabela darts inside the garage door before The Neighbor closes it, oblivious to her inside the garage.
Isabela is inside the garage, alone and having to fight this fight by herself, she's determined to catch The Neighbor in the act. A few minutes passes by and she hears The Neighbor walk out and start the car's engine. Isabela gets her chance and sneaks in through the back door.
The house was incredibly dark. The only source of light we can see is coming from Isabela's flashlight. She scans the darkened house for any sort of evidence. She wasn't expecting to see the house so clean and organized. She goes upstairs and searches the bedroom. Nothing that appears to be out of the ordinary. She checks his bathroom and finds nothing. Suddenly, a loud bang startles Isabela and footsteps climb up the stairs. Isabela slides under the bed right as The Neighbor furiously enters the bedroom. He walks over to his bedside table, opens the drawer and fetches a small black case before leaving. The Neighbor stops at the doorway, sensing something off and Isabela fears this. He stands there for an uncomfortable amount of time before he releases a loud sneeze. Isabela sighs in relief as she can hear his footsteps descends the stairs and out the door. Isabela slides out from under the bed and searches his bedside table drawer. Nothing to report expect a couple breathmints and chapstick.
Isabela climbs down the stairs and resumes her search. She makes her way to the kitchen and stops dead in her tracks. The Neighbor she saw talking to the Man in question lies dead on the marble tile floor, a pool of blood flowing from his head. Before Isabela is able to react, a handkerchief with cloroform is intensely placed on her mouth. Her eyes widen and she drops her flashlight. Before slipping out of consciousness, she sees the gloved hand cloroforming her belongs to the Neighbor, weirdly smiling at her. She rolls her eyes into the back of her head and her body blumps backward, unconscious.
A few hours have passed and Isabela slowly comes to. She stirs a bit and notices darkness. She tries to make sense of her surroundings as she bumps her head. Isabela acknowledges she's in a moving car. The backseat. She's laying down in the backseat with her hands and feet tied. The Neighbor is driving the car. While Isabela makes sense of her predicament, she did enjoy the way the jeans felt while she's tied up. She didn't like the fact she's getting aroused by this predicament, but shifted in the backseat as her hands were tied and resting up against her tight butt. As she was feeling sexually aroused, her phone dinged. The Neighbor grabbed her phone and did speech to text.
"Sorry. Can't talk now. Hands are tied at the moment." The Neighbor said on the phone. He places her phone back in the middle console and resumed driving. Isabela could hear a second body hitting the backseat.
"What does this man have planned?" Isabela wondered as another phone rang.
The Neighbor picks his phone up and places it next to his ear.
"Hello?" The Neighbor said. "Yes, I have the problem resolved. In fact, I got a volunteer to take the fall for me, so you get your business handled as I get mine resolved." The Neighbor said before hanging up.
"I don't think I'm dressed appropriately for our date." Isabela said, as sarcastic as can be.
"Oh, you won't have to worry about that." The Neighbor said.
Her phone dinged again. The Neighbor picks it up.
"You are quite popular online," The Neighbor said. "A Julia is trying to call you. What do you want me to say to her to get off your back?" The Neighbor said while casually looking back at her.
"Just tell her I have some errands to run and I'll return your call." Isabela said, shifting in a sensual way.
The Neighbor repeats her message via speech to text and sends the text.
"Now, what do I do if she tries again?" The Neighbor said.
"She'll understand." Isabela said.
"Good!" The Neighbor said as he places her phone in the middle console.
