Parting the curtains, Trevor peeked out of his bedroom window and across the dim lit street to the terraced house opposite. The lights were on upstairs and he could see the front door wide open. From his vantage point there didn't appear to be any movement inside, but loud techno music continued to blare out through the open door and windows.
For the past five hours, the single mum who lived there had been throwing a house party and the music had been pounding all night. He checked the time and saw it was 1.45 a.m. This was taking the piss now, he thought.
Quietly he chastised his other neighbours for not having the bottle to complain sooner. But she could be a mouthy cow after a few drinks and judging from the meatheads and slappers coming and going all night, it was probably wise to avoid a confrontation.
Trevor had had enough by now. The noisy drunken voices slowly died down over the past hour and he hadn't seen or heard anyone for 15 minutes. Pulling on his robe and slippers, the 63 year-old checked through the curtains again before grabbing his phone and heading down the stairs. At least he could ask her to close the bloody doors and windows, he muttered to himself as he left.
He cautiously walked across the narrow street, checking for any signs of life or threat. It wasn't the worst street in town, but late Saturday night drinking could often bring the worst in people around there.
His neighbour Stacey had lived there about a year. They'd never really spoken other than a friendly greeting or idle comment about the weather. Trevor guessed her age around 30 judging from her face and body, similar to his own daughters age.
Though Stacey had two kids, the bleach blonde single mum was in reasonable shape judging from her healthy sized tits and thighs. Usually daubed in heavy make-up, fake tan, false lashes and knocked off jewellery, she looked like a cheap slapper in Trevor's opinion. One thing he did know about her, was she liked to drink and party.
This wasn't the first occasion she'd partied into the early hours, not to mention the countless men who seemed to call around late into the night. She wasn't Trevor's cup of tea at all. Loud, leery and tacky in his opinion, he felt she brought the tone of the street down with her attitude and behaviour.
Despite this and with much trepidation, Trevor leaned into the open doorway of Stacey's house, the full volume of the music hitting him as he reached the doorway.
Cautiously, Trevor stepped into the fully lit room and saw no one inside. He spotted the stereo in the corner by the fireplace and tentatively walked over to turn it off. Instantly the silence was both welcome and deafening to Trevor.
Looking around the room, he saw the state her guests had left the place in. Empty cans of lager, discarded bottles of vodka and whiskey were strewn around the room. He noticed full ashtrays and cigarette packets crumpled on the floor and on the coffee table, evidence of cocaine and ecstasy. This was one hell of a party the little bitch threw, Trevor observed.
Shutting the front door, Trevor listened out for any sign of life in the house. Becoming slightly concerned now, he called out quietly but firmly.
"Stacey! Stacey are you home? It's Trevor from across the road."
Getting no answer, he crossed the room and entered the middle lounge.
And that's when he found her.
Lying on a sofa in the corner of the sparsely decorated room, half naked Stacey lay conscious but in a deep drug and alcohol fuelled slumber. Immediately Trevor saw her exposed tits and slutty white dress pushed up around her waist. Her legs were slightly open and with no knickers on, he could see her gash framed by a thin trimming of pubic hair.
Quietly approaching, Trevor noticed the puffiness around her pussy lips and its flushed colouration. Further inspection between her legs revealed that Stacey taken at least one load inside her recently.
"You dirty little slag." Trevor muttered as his cock twitched in his shorts at the sight of his neighbours used sleeping body. "Your cuffs don't match your collar either." He mockingly observed at the contrast of her dyed blonde hair and light brown trimmed pubes.
Briefly coming to his senses, he wondered if there was anyone elsewhere in the house. Quietly creeping upstairs, he checked the bedrooms and found the kids were thankfully staying somewhere else. Neither did he find any crashed out party guests, which was a relief to him.
Trevor secured the house, closing all the open windows and curtains, while turning off the lights. He returned the middle lounge with Stacey, his young slutty neighbour lying exposed and used liked an abandoned sex toy. He chuckled darkly to himself as he leered over her firm tits, thick rosy nipples and leaking cunt.
He wondered how Stacey had got into that state. Had she gotten wasted and willingly been fucked like the dirty slag he imagined her to be? Or was she been taken advantage of after crashing out unconscious, her assailants leaving her used and abused?
Pulling his phone out, Trevor started taking pictures of Stacey passed out and abused. However she'd gotten into this condition, the pervert inside him wasn't going to waste the opportunity of discovering his young neighbour out cold.
