Mia was just about ready to strangle her.
She ran her eyes over the next page of her bank statement.
Maybe I shouldn't strangle her. She'd probably like that
. A hundred and fourteen dollars for "David's Dark Delights". Twenty one dollars and ninety-five cents to a store simply named "The Sex Shop". Several more transactions didn't have such obvious names attached, but Mia was completely certain they weren't purchases she'd made herself.
Isabella had done it. She'd finally crossed the line. It was bad enough she was getting packages of this filth delivered here, but stealing her credit card details to do it was beyond the pale. Mia was going to give her a piece of her mind and tell her to start looking for somewhere else to live. Frankly, Bella was lucky she didn't want to get the police involved.
She should have seen this coming a long time ago. She was by far the worst roommate she'd ever had. Last month, she found a pile of her clothing in Bella's room. She had...
friends
over at all sorts of ungodly hours making disgusting animal noises she could hear from her bedroom. She assumed she was on drugs, but had never actually caught her with them. Mia strongly disapproved of Bella's lifestyle, but tried not to comment on it. She tried to be tolerant. If only that were where the issues ended. She never did any of the housework. Getting rent out of her was like pulling teeth, and she insisted on paying in cash. If Mia had an ulcer, it would be named Isabella.
"Bella!" she shouted as entered the hallway.
There was no response. She started knocking on her door.
"Bella, are you in there? We need to talk."
Nothing. She sighed and opened the door, an act she regretted almost immediately.
"Oh,
yuck
," she said to nobody in particular.
Bella was nowhere to be found, although Mia now knew far too much about what she'd been up to last night and this morning. The room absolutely reeked of sex. The bedsheets were a mess and discarded lingerie was haphazardly strewn across the ground. There was a magic wand on the bedside table, which Mia presumed was one of the many things her own credit card had been used to pay for. The pièce de résistance was a large used condom that had been unceremoniously dumped on the edge of the bed. It was still slightly leaking semen, and there was a visible mark on the bed where some had dried around it.
Mia left the room as quickly as she'd entered it. She raced to the kitchen sink and struggled not to dry retch.
God she is so gross
. She took a minute to collect herself, then found a pair of tongs in the kitchen and grabbed the tiny bin from under the sink. She ran back into the room, and in one swift manoeuvre fished the used condom up and into the bin, her nose pointed firmly away from it all. Sex was disgusting. Sure, it felt good, but it was so slimey, dirty, base and guttural. Since she lost her virginity in high school she'd been unable to bring herself to participate again, it just made her feel so... icky. Maybe some day if she wanted to have children. With the right guy, of course.
I have standards, unlike some people in this house
.
This was all work Isabella should be doing, but Mia knew that if she didn't do this now it wasn't going to get done anytime soon. She might not even be home today. She couldn't believe she was such a pushover, but she did genuinely feel sorry for her. She wanted to be helpful. That kid had
problems
, major ones. Before she'd moved in here, she'd been living on the street. Even so, there was a limit to how much of this shit she was willing to put up with. She fumed as she stripped the bed sheets and loaded them into the washing machine.
As she was tucking a fresh fitted sheet under a corner of the bed, she caught sight of a duffle bag extruding slightly out from under it. Curiosity struck. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Isabella wasn't about to walk in, then fished it out and opened it.
Her jaw dropped. There was cash in here -- a
lot
of cash. Next to the bag was a packet of rubber bands, which she'd been using to organise the money into smaller stacks. They didn't seem to be evenly sized, but after she checked a couple of them she realised they all made up to five-hundred dollars, just using different denominations. There must have been ten, maybe fifteen thousand dollars in here. The bag had a heft to it.
Where the hell did she get all of this?
And why is she stealing from me if she's got this lying around?
They needed to talk. But first, it was time to get dressed up to go out. She hoped Bella would be here when she got home.
* * *
That night, Mia was woken by the doorbell. She was sleeping like a rock until that moment, and it took her a little while to actually start moving. As she pulled the blankets back and slipped out of bed, the doorbell rang a second time.
Oh fuck off, I'm getting there
, she thought. She looked at her phone and was startled. It was almost midnight. She got even angrier at this person waking her up.
She stormed out to the front door, making sure her steps were as loud and angry as possible. She noted to herself that she should really get a peep hole installed here. Behind the door was a very tall bookish man in a business suit. He looked extremely nervous, and when he saw the look on her face he almost physically shrank.
"Can I help you?" she said. He looked a little bit stunned, and didn't speak right away. He gawked at Mia for a few moments before he realised what he was doing and tore his eyes away to look at some plaster on the wall that must have been very fascinating. "Speak or I shut this door," she continued.
"Um, I'm um... I'm looking for
a lady in the streets
," he said.
"What?" she replied.
Behind her, Isabella's head craned out of her room.
"And a
freak between the sheets
?" she said, then giggled. "What's your name, sweetie?"
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I'm um, I'm Jack," he said, still trying not to stare at Mia.
Isabella ran out of her bedroom and was wearing a brand new set of absolutely scandalous clothing. It was practically a tiny bit of cloth draped over her tight sheer black lingerie. She ran up to the man and grabbed his hand, yanking him through the door with a surprising amount of force. They stumbled straight past her like she wasn't even there.
Mia couldn't believe what she was seeing. Was
this
what she did? Was Bella whoring herself out in
her
house? Whoring herself out
literally in front of her
? She wasn't even trying to hide it. She wasn't trying to hide much of anything, actually, based on what she was wearing. She pushed the man into her room and followed him in. Mia just stood there in stunned silence.
The sounds started soon after. This disgusting sounds of intimacy. People kissing, devouring each other, stripping down and moaning. She hadn't even had the decency to close the door. Mia walked up and wanted to shut it, anything to block it all out, but that might just draw attention to herself. Instead, she slowly moved her head around and peeked through the gap in the door hinge.
It was worse than she thought. They were
really
going for it. She was on her knees sucking him off, the other hand was...
oh my god that's disgusting
. She didn't want to know what the hell it was doing
there,
but the man seemed to be really enjoying it. Despite this all, she didn't stop watching.
"Is that all you want, cutie?" Isabella said. She raised herself up and sat down on his cock, her arse gyrating slowly. "I have
so
much more to offer you than just my slutty little mouth."
The man looked even more dumbstruck. He let out a low moan and laid down flat as she ground against him, getting impossibly hard. A minute later, she started moving, and they both crawled up further onto the bed and she prepared to take his cock inside her.
"You don't have to be gentle, you know."
As she slid him into her, his eyes almost rolled out the back of his head.
"Oh fuck you feel so good," he said.
