Noisy Neighbor

Noisy Neighbor

Unbearable. The bass shaking my windows and the incessant howling from next door had become just that. My partner was sound asleep through all of this which only added to my frustration. It soon became too much. I gathered up the nerve to head over and confront the ruckus producing neighbor.

I banged on the door several times and no answer, undoubtedly due to the knocking being unheard over the thumping music and shouting. Uncharacteristically I opened the door and let myself in to find someone in charge.

The first person to see me announced to no one or everyone, "the stripper is here!"

Ugh! As if! Another voice cheered at the announcement, but it largely seems to go unnoticed amongst the crowd. This obnoxious greeting only fueled my frustration.

"Where's Brett?" I inquired to some men in the front room. They motioned towards the back. As I headed in the direction to find him I heard them call out as well.

"Stripper is here!"

Ugh, how annoying, do they seriously think I'm a stripper? They'll find out who I am soon enough! I thought to myself, ignoring the adolescent "cat calls."

I ventured deeper and deeper into the house. The bass is getting louder in my head. So much so, it was hard to even concentrate.

Eventually I made it to the back bedroom. My search for Brett, the host of this party should end back here by everyone's account. I had to endure being called "the stripper" several more times as I searched for the man to confront about, something.

I forgot for a moment what I even came here for. The music was so loud I couldn't even think. I walked into the room and Brett turned and made eye contact with me. "Who are you?"

"I'm the stripper", I snapped sarcastically. I wondered if I had sounded sarcastic in my head. The music made it so hard to focus.

Before I could say another word he exclaimed; Great!" And I was practically lifted up onto the bed in the center of the room. Everyone turned to me. What was happening?

The Stripper is here.

For a moment, my wits returned to me. I was astounded that I was hoisted up onto this bed and was now the center of attention. My anxiety skyrocketed realizing that this was so precarious of a position to now announce why I was actually here.

Why was I actually here?

I could see their disappointment as I remained frozen in front of them. I had a message for them, if I could only recall. I still can't focus.

A large, imposing man called out to the group.

"Hey everyone! Quiet down, the stripper is going to perform now!"

"Yes! That was it!" I blurted out, in emphatic agreement. "Quiet!" Yes, that's why I was here.

As the crowd hushed, my mind focused on the music.

I came here to make them quiet.

I came here to make them quiet so I could...

Sleep?

Sleep right?

Strip?

I was unclear again. I think I was overwhelmed.

What am I doing here?

"I came here to make you be quiet!" I announced to the crowd.

As I said it, I felt embarrassed. In my confusion, probably due to the pulsing, beating music, suppressing any logical thoughts, I peeled away my shorts.

Now, in my undies, on the bed, in a back room, surrounded by very large men, I proclaimed my true reason for being here.

I wanted them quiet!

They cheered. I didn't understand, but they all hushed. They were all quiet, but the music still intruded and impaired my thoughts.

"The music!" I whined.

"You came here to strip" a voice called out.

"You came here to get naked" another voice.

The music changed. Was it at my request? It seemed softer, not as overwhelming, but oddly alluring.

I looked out and felt their eyes compelling me. Wishing away my top. Obedient to their stares I whisked it off and away.

"What am I doing here?" I whimpered out loud.

"This is not me, I don't know why..." I trailed off.

"You like it though" a voice responded.

"It's feels good, doesn't it" another voice.

I did feel good. I don't know why.

Strip away the noise.

"I came because it was too loud. The noise is too much." I vacantly tried to reason with my captive crowd, who seemed to be under the wrong impression as to why I was here.

Wearing nothing but my panties, deep in my neighbor's house, at a rowdy party that I had no business being at, I pleaded with them to keep the noise down.

"Of course, you came to take your panties down" a voice called out.

"Those panties are the noise, silence us by removing the noise" another voice.

"Silence is bare" a chant beginning.

"Silence is bare"

"Silence is bare"

I felt like they finally got it. I was here for silence. To remove the noise. Silence is bare.

I felt my hands tug at the elastic of my panties. They seemed to be acting on behalf of the chant from the crowded room. I felt as though I was nearly getting what I came here to achieve.

To be quiet...

To be bare...

Quiet and bare.

I lowered my panties down. Baring myself to the full room.

Silence overtook the room.

My mind felt blank. The silence was gratifying.

The rupturing pulse of the music went quiet, and I felt a staggering relief wash over me.

Bent over on the lush bed, I surrendered my bare body to the silence. The feeling of their eyes pressing upon me was replaced with a real sensation of fingers exploring me.

My body responded to the touch. This is what I was here for. Soon I was engulfed in titillating expiration. I felt like I was being prepared, I have fully succumbed to the silence.

Two hands grabbed hold of my waist. My eyes widened, my mind awakening from a beautiful haze. Something was about to happen. I had been prepped by my handler, and I was about to be served up.

The hands tightened their grip around my waist, and I felt a plunge within me. I was entered and infiltrated in my deepest, most intimate place. I cried out involuntarily. My yelp breaking the silence. I broke the silence over and over with every thrust. Uncontrolled screams of pleasure filled the room until I burst. As I exploded, the music came back on. Blasting. The crowd noise flooded back.

I was nude and thoroughly conquered, collapsed on the bed. A hand ushered me to my feet. I dizzily followed the lead, confused as I was walked naked through the house and to the back door. In a moment I was shuffled out the back door, my clothing gone, the music blasting, and I was left baffled.

I could only think of making my way back to my home, dazed, defeated, and naked. I looked back out of the window of my home, pondering the misadventurous journey I had just been on.

My friend Nancy was walking from her home to the loud house. I watched her frustratedly bang on the door until she eventually let herself in.

"The stripper is here."