Delilah lives in an in-law unit behind a suburban home on the other side of town, which she rents for dirt cheap. She's lived here for about eight months. She's on shakey terms with the landlord after getting several complaints from the lady renting the main house about everything from loud music coming from Delilah's place to her noisy late-night visitors to the clothing Delilah wears, which gets noticeably trashier each time the neighbor complains. Unfortunately, Delilah was unable to fix the neighbor like we fixed ours, let alone the landlord. Nobody else in the neighborhood really has a problem with Delilah because she's genuinely the sweetest person you'll ever meet on most days, plus she's smoking hot plus she's usually not wearing much! Many people found her sluttiness refreshing even if they found it off-putting at first because she was so sweet and kind.
Today, she decides to hit the streets wearing no makeup, strappy black heels, dangly earrings, pink pleather mini-shorts and a tight white wifebeater tank-top which she is bursting out of to the point where it looks like the tank-top might not make it through the day. Side-tits, lower-gut, upper butt-crack and and lower-butt-crack are all on full display. She heads off to her day-job at the restaurant, CGI Mondays. At the restaurant, she has beef with some of the other young women she works with but because she's hot, extremely flirty and usually wearing as little as she can get away with (even when she's in uniform), she gets along with the guys just fine. She also makes great tips, fueling the other girls jealousy of her even further.
After work at the restaurant, she stops by the gym for a 30 minute workout. When at the gym, she is relatively focused on her workouts but equally focused on checking people out. Of course there are times when she hooks up with people from the gym (sometimes AT the gym) but today, she has to work her second job and doesn't have time to fuck around. She finishes her workout, stops by her house, rinses off in the shower, smokes some weed, eats some food and gets ready to go to her second job at the bar, which she only works at twice a week. The bar she works at is called Loosey's - not like "Lucy" but like LOOSE, referring to their relaxed rules and "loose cigarettes" which were openly sold at this bar even though it was illegal. Loosey's is the sleaziest bar for miles, so Delilah's right at home there. During her shifts at the bar, she can really be herself. She can be as flirty as she wants, she can wear whatever she wants and she's encouraged to be outgoing, which comes naturally to her. Usually, this is where she makes the friends that she either brings back to her place or to ours or theirs after work.
Tonight, she gets off work at the bar at 3am. A van arrives to pick her up. In the driver's seat is a guy she met at the bar earlier that day. In the passenger seat was a guy she hadn't met yet and in the back, two of their friends. She has invited these guys to party with her at her place on the condition that they can give her a ride there. She hops in the middle bench seat of the van, between the two guys who are sitting there, waiting expectantly with their dicks out. She leans over and starts sucking one guy off while lifting one leg so the other guy can fuck her. He tries to put it in her pussy but no, she wants it in the ass and she shoves his cock right up her loose asshole, where it belongs.
They pull up to the house closer to 4am despite it only being a 15 minute drive from the bar, max. The van stays parked in front of the house, rocking back and forth with NWA blasting out the speakers for another 20 minutes or so. Eventually, the side door slides open and a bunch of empty beer cans spill out into the street. The "Efilafzaggin" album stays blasting for another minute or so before the driver (whoever the fuck he is) finally pulls the keys from the ignition, turning off the music.
A noticeably bowlegged and disheveled Delilah stumbles out of the van. Her asshole is already full of cum which is running down her leg, leaving a thick, shiny, viscose snail-trail wherever she walks. She's preceded by two men and followed by two other men, all of whom are making sure their pants are on just good enough to make it to Delilah's door for more action. She attempts to sneak the four guys past the main house into her tiny in-law unit without making too much noise. And though she's pretty sure she's successful in doing so, her shitty ass neighbor is peering out her window at Delilah and her guests and unfortunately, she's taking videos of what's happening, intending to send them to the landlord.
The neighbor is narrating the video with witty commentary such as: "It's 4 in the morning and this little tramp rolls up with a van full of little shitheads. I have to go to work in the morning and I can't sleep because of their loud rap music!"
"Oh here they go now. Little sleaze-bag Delilah about to have one of her loud sex parties with four strangers. I doubt she even knows their names. I don't doubt that she's accepting money for her services and I don't doubt that they're using drugs in there."
Delilah spends the next 3 hours or less drinking heavily, smoking weed laced with angeldust, snorting coke and getting gangbanged loudly. By 6:30am, when the neighor's alarm goes off and she takes the pillow away from her ears, the first thing she hears in the morning is Delilah loudly and braggadociously gargling cum and several young men barking "yeah", "yes" and cuss words. By the time the neighbor leaves for work, the guys, the van and the mess of beer cans are all gone. The semen trail isn't quite gone, rather it is fried into the sidewalk by the sunlight. But a copy of that video she took is in the mailbox on its way to the landlord. Delilah has been warned by her landlord about this bullshit tons of times but she can't say no to a bunch of dicks. She's a 21 year old girl who just wants to have fun and she doesn't fully grasp why someone would want to ruin it for her. After her guests leave, she uses her last bit of energy taking a shower and cleaning up her place before she goes to sleep for the better part of two days.
She wakes up to an eviction notice. She has 30 days to vacate. She knew this day would come. We all knew this day would come. Although distressed, she puts the eviction notice to the side, gets dressed (sorta) and goes to work at the CGI Mondays. Tina arrives to pick up Delilah after her shift and when Delilah tells her of her eviction, Tina says "I have to talk to Dick about it, but I'm sure you can move in with us!"
When Tina and Delilah arrived at our apartment that night, the energy was different. I knew something was wrong because Delilah was wearing a hoodie and it was zipped all the way up so that no cleavage was visible. That detail was always one I could rely on to let me know when something was up with Delilah. The fully zipped up hoodie was something she used almost as a security blanket when something had disturbed her peace. Any other time, she would be practically half-naked unless it was wintertime and/or our parents or siblings were around.
"Hey Dick, can I talk to you in the room right quick?" Said Tina.
"Sure!" I dropped the porno I was fingering my ass to on the living room couch and ran to the room with Tina, wearing only a t-shirt with my thick, 10 inch cock bouncing about. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Delilah just got evicted." She said with a dead serious look on her face. She stayed silent, staring me right in the eyes as a bomb went off in my head. I felt like my jaw dropped but I don't think it actually did. I knew exactly where this conversation was going and I contemplated the implications...the possibilities.
"We gotta help her out, Dick!"
I stayed silent as I continued staring into space, thinking. Thinking about sex. Thinking about group sex, orgies, gangbangs, anal creampies, cum-baths, bukkakes and everything else that comes of living with Delilah. Some part of me was telling me, "Yeah, we gotta help her out. It only makes sense if she's actually part of this relationship. Just know, you'll never be able to turn back."
"Dick, will you fucking talk to me???" Shouted Tina.
I snapped out of it. "I'm sorry, yes, of course! She can move her stuff into the spare room and she can sleep with us. No problem!"
I hugged and kissed Tina and told her I loved her for what felt like the last time because I felt like we were ending an era and beginning a new one. We walked out to the living room where Delilah was sitting on the couch, casually reading the porno I had left on the floor. She looked so ridiculous, yet so delicious in her multicolored work uniform shorts with her zip-hoodie on, sucking her thumb, looking at butt-porn on my living room couch.
"Delilah, of course you can move in!" I said sincerely, now wearing pants. She got super giddy, jumped up from the couch and ran over to hug me. When she attempted to literally jump into my arms and wrap her arms and legs around me, she sent us both flying right into the front door and then crashing to the ground.
