Author's note
Warning: The central themes of the following chapters of this story are blackmail and reluctance.
I also recommend starting with the first chapter so you get to know our two roommates' relationship a bit better. I like to think it makes the following chapters a bit spicier.
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As I woke on my first free Saturday, the sun was already well past midday.
I had finally switched shifts with Frank, having agreed he owed me
big time.
I hoped that was worth something.
It felt good being owed a favor; it reminded me of the godfather series. Not that I hoped there would ever be a corpse I'd have a need to dispose of, still, you never know what the future holds.
I simply enjoyed having my first ordinary Saturday off in what felt like a year.
After having worked on a home assignment for the better part of the night, my body grumbled, demanding food.
I slipped out of my room barefoot to get something to eat. I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard a low moan. I froze and listened.
The sound was coming from Zoey's room. There it was again! The sounds she was making didn't leave much room for interpretation. My roommate was clearly having a very good time!
I began to think: Being the light sleeper that I am, I surely would've heard anyone entering the apartment. My room was next to the entry door, besides we had a doorbell.
I was perplexed, I had never thought about Zoey doing herself. Ok, I'm kidding, I had thought about it on occasion, mostly late at night while fapping, but that was my thing, not hers. I had concluded it wasn't a thing she would do outside my dreams. After all she had a gorgeous body and could likely have any boy, though considering her rejection of me, her standards seemed too high for her own good.
I stood still as a pillar. I heard her small voice.
Was she talking to herself?
I dared moving a bit closer to her door.
Though muffled this voice was more sexual than the playful one she would so often use on me on a good day.
I listened closely. Would she mention a weird fetish à la
spank me harder, daddy?
I had to suppress a laugh imagining casually mentioning one of her own horny sentences in a conversation, awaiting her reaction while feigning total ignorance.
It occurred to me that Zoey was unaware I was home. After all, I had always worked on Saturdays outside of holidays. I hadn't been secretive about my schedule changes, they simply hadn't come up in our conversations.
I could hear her talking again now, but I hadn't been paying attention so I didn't catch the words. It seemed more like she talked to
someone.
Did she have a boyfriend? That would've been new. Maybe she thought I'd find her teasing inappropriate if I knew she was in a relationship?
Well, I wouldn't; she should know better by now.
I shook my head, then put an ear to the door, listening more carefully. Her moaning got louder, I now could hear through the door quite clearly:
"Mmmmmh . . . ah . . . aaah . . . aaaaahhh!!"
Judging from the sound, she was nearing climax.
I thought about what I could do, resisting my childish urge to masturbate right there and then.
How about applauding her when she finished? She was so loud I could pretend to have heard her orgasm from the kitchen. Making her turn red as a tomato would've been a nice counterattack on her constant teasing, it also would provide me with side blows for weeks to come!
As I concentrated again on what was happening on the other side of the door, I realized I had missed the climax. Was my golden opportunity gone? Slowly backing off, I suddenly heard her scream from her room, almost causing me to topple over . . .
Zoey didn't seem to care much about stifling her voice when she cummed, no wonder she waited until I was at work!
Now it also made sense that our neighbor, Mrs. Cooper, always gave me the devil's eye whenever I met her disposing the garbage. That bitch Zoey had told me it was because our neighbors suspected I was a drug addict.
I had believed her, but this shone some new light one the situation. What the hell, Mr. Cooper probably masturbated to my roommate almost as often as I did. And if he didn't do that, there was no doubt in my mind which woman this guy imagined when fucking his fifty-year-old wife.
Having heard that orgasm, I seriously considered not telling Zoey of my change in working hours at all. Though I couldn't see anything at all I was enjoying this a lot!
I realized I hadn't heard something for a while, had my roommate finished for good? I carefully put my ear at her door again. She seemed to be talking to someone.
I heard faked excitement in her taxed voice:
"Thank you very much, that's very sweet of you to say! And thanks to bullwarrior87 for re-subscribing, I very much appreciate it."
My jaw dropped and I blinked incredulously. There was only one place where people were called like this and I happened to be a regular there. If this was what I thought it was, I had stumbled upon the Jackpot of the perverts' lottery!
Who needed cowering outside a door when the internet had its eyes and ears inside the very room I wanted to be in?
I sneaked, as silently as my raging boner and my racing mind allowed, into my room and carefully closed the door. While starting my PC, I had time to think about what I was looking for.
It seemed clear to me that I had to search for some sort of cam show or something similar.
I knew the subscription system Zoey had mentioned from other sites where you could give a small amount of money each month to content creators you liked.
It eluded me why the fuck you'd spend money on watching naked girls masturbating when the whole internet was full of porn. I must admit, though, that the prospect of seeing my roommate naked, even if it only was through a cam, made me doubt my principles.
The problem was that there were hundreds, if not thousands of these sites.
Fuck!
I tried to focus. I remembered her mentioning the name of a subscriber, didn't I? Bullwarrior87. There couldn't be too many guys with a stupid name like that on the internet, right?
I was relieved as I found only a handful of search results.
Only one led to an adult site that, as I had suspected, hosted webcam shows.
There was a fee to be paid before gaining full access to the site which resulted in the easiest ten bucks I had ever spent. While registering, I couldn't resist the urge to call myself
