So I am 25 years of age, not dating, in fact never dated, no boyfriend, lame ass job and living in my parents penthouse, one of their penthouses, yup, they are loaded with cash. I often misuse it but now I have decided I don't want to do so anymore. So I am moving out.
I move to a sleezy apartment on the other side of town, the side people would prefer not to go, I keep my same job so I get up early and leave and comes back late because it is quite a distance. I have not met many persons from the building and I have been here for three months. I decided to call in sick today and just stayed in. I went to get some supplies from the grocery store to keep me over for the day. As I came back from the groceries I notice a note on my door. It was a notice from the building manager. I have never met this person and I bet he is just some grumpy old guy with way too much beard and reeked of alcohol, but he was not.
Later that day there was a pounding on my door I refused to answer because I thought it was some junkie trying to get a fix, but then the voice from behind the door addressed me by my surname, "Ms. Anderson could I speak with you briefly". The voice did not sound grumpy I decided to answer not caring that I was wearing only a bra and panties, that were not sexy. I opened the door and was immediately sorry about what I was wearing because the person at my door was a tall attractive young fellow who was way too beautiful to be real. I blushed with embarrassment and he seemed embarrassed too. He introduced himself as the building manager and asked if he could meet with me briefly, I blushed and invited him in. I quickly got a robe and covered myself.
He explained that he been busy and did not get a chance to welcome me to the building and have not had a chance to inspect my apartment for any flaws. I told him it was ok because I too was busy but decided to take the day off. He smiled sheeplessly. It was a handsome smile and the room suddenly got very humid. An half hour passed and he decided he would leave and check in on me another time. That encounter was a little weird but I quickly shrugged it off.
Another month passed and I did not see Mr. building manager again, I did not even get his name. it doesn't matter anyways. As I came home one evening I noticed two persons on the stairs making out, it was disgusting, they were all over each other and the woman moaned unnecessarily loud. As I got closer I realized the male was Mr. Building Mangaer. Ew he seemed so classy when we met. As I passed them the female stopped and slapped my ass and asked if that's her. I was furious what does she mean if that's her. I attempted to speak up about she slapping my ass but she just giggled and ran off up the stairs and called to him to follow. Apparently his name is Alton. Alton gave me a smirk and followed her up the stairs.
When I got up to my apartment I used my key to open the lock and went inside I turned the light on and nearly had a heart attack when I saw the same two making out on my sofa. He looked up at me and smiled wickedly. I couldn't understand what these two were about but it was disgusting and annoying. Out of nowhere this woman comes over to me and grabs my breast with both her hands saying yes they are a handful as you assumed Alton. Was this guy checking me out when he was in my apartment and was he discussing me with his sleeze of a girlfriend. I demanded that they leave but they just giggled on. I suggested that I was going to call the cops and Alton laughed and asked me what would I tell them and laughed harder when his female friend said if they ever come to this side.