7 Deadly Roommates

by George Saoulidis

  Thoughts buzzing through her mind she decided to start getting ready and stop wasting time. She could hit abort at any minute, she convinced herself.

  Getting ready, splashing her bits with cold water, shaving her legs, brushing her hair, the entire makeover was done in record-time.

  She didn’t wanna look too needy, so she just threw on a t-shirt and some jeans. But she did put on makeup.

  She glanced at herself in the mirror for the hundredth time.

  Right.

  How did Horace put it? Go or no-go?

  She mulled it over, grilling the thought in her mind. It was close to getting burned by now.

  Why was she feeling like this? Was it because Horace had suddenly found someone to live with? She could be just a roommate. Then again, it never was just roommates, was it? That was one of the main reasons she never accepted his offer of becoming one. The commute didn’t bother her that much as she pretended it would.

  She shook her head. No, it wasn’t jealousy. Horace was her friend, and as a man, he could only think with his dick. So, a strange woman, possibly a junkie, suddenly moving in was far too suspicious. They were gonna take advantage of him. Rob him. Perhaps worse, cut his kidneys out and sell them on the black market.

  She needed to save her friend.

  She had to.

  She put on lip gloss.

  It was a go.

  Chapter 17: Evie

  Evie stared at the doorbell next to the building’s entrance.

  It was dark now but the trees made the atmosphere wet and chilly. She clutched at her bag and slapped herself. “What is wrong with you? You’ve done this a million times!” she mumbled to herself.

  Then she rang the doorbell.

  Horace opened the door. She smiled at him and he smiled back awkwardly.

  “Evie! I, uh, cancelled. Didn’t you get my message?”

  “Oh, I got your message all right. But I came here to protect you.”

  “From what?” he asked but she shoved him aside and went inside, ready for anything.

  She wasn’t ready for anything after all. She went towards the noise and on the living room, there was a chubby girl, round and pretty. Who was eating ice cream, right next to an anorexic girl who was twirling a spoon in her own melted cup.

  ‘What. The. Fuck?’ she internalised.

  “Hi!” she externalised in a high-pitched tone, being friendly.

  “Hi.” Said the chubby girl. “Hello,” said the anorexic one, much slower.

  Horace came next to her. “This, uh, is my best friend Evie. She dropped over to say hi.”

  “And I said so,” Evie chirped. “Excuse us a second,” she said and pulled him to his room. It was the same as always, an explosion of collectible statuettes and figurines of fantastical ladies.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “What? I told you everything. Up until today, that is. I was gonna fill you in. I got a job as a store manager at Zillions! Isn’t that great? Want some ice cream?”

  She shook her head. “Yeah, really happy for you, that’s not the problem right now. Are those two living here?”

  “Yeah, for now. We have a sort of contract going on... Well not a contract, an agreement. They’re helping me out in my life and all I’ve gotta do is like, feed them and let them watch TV. No big deal.”

  “Wait, back up. Helping you how?” Evie said wearily.

  “Nothing sinister. Just... you know, consulting me. That’s how I got the managerial job. I hadn’t even thought of that and Ava was like, ‘you’re worth it’ and it all made sense.” For some reason he pulled on his eyelids and mimicked an Asian woman with a stick up her ass. Since none of the other two were Asian, this must have been a third girl.

  A third girl?

  How many was he seeing?

  Oh, she was gonna get to the bottom of it, but later. First things first.

  “Horace, this is me, your friend. Evie.”

  “I know,” he nodded, not getting it.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course, Evie.”

  “Right. So trust me when I tell you that this looks fishy. I think they’re conning you.”

  “What? No!” He pulled away from her.

  “Horace! Stop thinking with your dick for a second.”

  “I’m not, honest.”

  She clawed her nails at him. Ugh! She wanted to scratch him, so he’d get it. “Horace! Do you even know who these women are?”

  “Not really. But we are getting to know each other.”

  Evie winced. “I bet you are.”

  The doorbell rang. “Excuse me, Acedia is definitely not gonna get up and Gula is very shy.”

  She scowled at the space he had just vacated, then darted off behind him.

  Horace had opened the entrance. Standing right outside, was another woman.

  Holy crap, she was thin and tall and had excellent bone structure. She was wearing a fur topcoat and carried a pull bag behind her. A Russian, maybe?

  “Hello, Horace,” she said with a Russian accent. “I’m Luxuria Porneia.” She leaned in close to him and exhaled on his ear, then said breathily, “I like being called Lux when grunting my name in pleasure.”

  She visibly saw Horace twitch and his hairs prickle.

  How the fuck did she do that? Evie had never gotten such a reaction from a man before.

  The woman who liked to be called Lux while being taken from someone, strolled in on perfect legs like she owned the place. And Horace let her, though to his defence, Evie wasn’t sure he had the mental strength to stop her from doing anything right now. The woman walked in the living room and greeted the others.

  Horace shut the door and Evie angrywhispered at him. “What the fuck, Horace? Now a call girl?”

  “I didn’t ask for a call girl,” he said lamely.

  “Sure you didn’t,” Evie hissed at him. “She even brought her bag of sex toys along. How discreet and professional of her!” she said ironically.

  Horace gulped and raised a finger to explain. “Those are not- That’s her clothes, probably. You know, toiletries and stuff.”

  “Seriously? Do I need to say it again?”

  “Evie, it’s not like that. And I’m sorry for cancelling on movie night but I had my hands full.”

  Evie scoffed at that, crossing her arms. “I bet.”

  “Not like that. And I worked half a shift today, I’m tired. I’m just gonna let them crash here and go to bed. Oh, Evie, what time is it? You can crash here too, it really is no prob-”

  “And join your little harem?” she said in anger. “Thanks but no.”

  She opened the front door and slammed it behind her, leaving him there.

  Chapter 18: Horace

  Horace leaned on the wall next to the living room. Evie had just stormed out of there and he was confused. He knew this mess was too much to explain but this reaction he never expected.

  Not from her.

  He wanted to figure it out but his mind was absolutely spent. It was like he had ran out of thoughts for the day.

  Acedia, of all people, stood up and slowly walked towards him. “Wow. What’s wrong?” she asked with her dreamy voice.

  “Ugh, my friend. I want her to like you guys but she seemed angry and I can’t think right now.”

  She touched his cheek with her bony fingers. “Shh. It’s okay. Never mind her now, she’s a big girl.”

  “I dunno. It was pretty bad. Should I go after her? She can’t be that far already.”

  “No, let her think alone, you would only fan the fires if you did.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He realised Acedia was very close to him now, looking up at him with her glazed eyes.

  “Will you stay with me?” she asked softly.

  “Sure. Let me get your sister acquainted first.”

  “No need. Gula will set her up, then she’ll play on your computer. She found that time management game about serving burgers to customers. She loves
that shit.” Acedia felt a tad more active than normal.

  Horace chuckled. “Right. Okay then, let’s crash on the sofa then.”

  They went back on the sofa and Horace collapsed. The soft fabric hugged him and he could easily snooze right then and there. Lights were dim, the TV provided ambient noise and it was nice and relaxing.

  Acedia sat next to him. She touched his chest and he realised she wasn’t on her favourite spot on the sofa. She stared into his eyes with a sort of hunger and energy he hadn’t seen before in her. It was really strange to see that slow girl suddenly move like a normal person.

  “Relax with me,” she purred into his ear. That did, um, interesting things to his body. It might had been the encounter with Lux earlier that helped, but this felt nice.

  She blew air on her palm, the entire thing looked like it was in slow motion. The app in his pocket glinged.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “Third token. You know what that means,” she said huskily.

  “Acedia, what are you...” he never finished that sentence.

  She wiggled her bony fingers inside his pants and grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down.

  “Oh! So, we’re doing this?” Horace looked around, the others seemed to be in their room. “I guess we are,” he surrendered.

  “Do nothing,” she whispered, her face very close to his. Then she kissed him softly. Her lips were so thin, but felt nice on his own. He felt so tired, as if he couldn’t do anything at all, not raise a hand, not stand up, nothing.

  He grunted, his cock getting hard in her palm. She released it by pulling his fly down, and then pressed her face on it, rubbing it gently. She moaned, “Wow. Mmm, mind if I enjoy this for a minute?”

  “Sure, I like it.” The presence of her face so close to him made him tingle anyway. Her fingers ran up and down and he liked how she enjoyed the feel of it.

  She huffed the way she always did when she felt tired. She rested her face down on his lower abdomen, facing away, and pulled his cock to her lips. Horace couldn’t see but it made her sudden nibbles even better. Acedia held it in her lips and played with her tongue around, feeling for the hole.

  The spectacle would never end up in a porn video, but it sure felt good. Horace grunted and twitched so many times, her gentle caress getting him right on the edge, then riding it for a long time. He put his left hand on her body and felt her ribs. He ran his fingers upwards and downwards.

  He had no idea how long they sat there, Acedia teasing him with her tongue and lips, him leaning back and appreciating it. All the thoughts had vanished from his mind. The entire world had shrunk down to the soft sofa, his hard dick and the thin woman that sucked gently on it. He relaxed and enjoyed it.

  She kept him on edge for so long, his dick throbbed with each touch. He was nearly there and it was maddening. He wanted to grab her head and thrust inside her mouth but he had been sapped of strength completely.

  “Acedia, ugh,” he moaned. “I’m gonna...”

  “Oh, wow. Please, do,” she breathed out and wrapped her lips around his cock, then sucked strongly.

  His orgasm, after edging for so long, was an explosion in her mouth.

  He felt her swallow deeply, once, then twice.

  Then she snored softly.

  Horace snorted once through his nose and then he too fell asleep.

  Chapter 19: Horace

  The next morning, he tried to process what had happened but he hadn’t had his coffee yet. The fact that there were three women in his kitchen didn’t help at all.

  Acedia was sitting still on her chair, hands around a cool cup of mocha, looking outside the window. She seemed like she was looking even farther than the apartment buildings in the neighbourhood. He needed to talk with her about what had happened the other night, but it could wait.

  Gula was standing up, staring at the microwave as it spun.

  Lux was... oh, man. She wore casual clothes, not the party clothes she came in with yesterday but she was still hot. Straight, long hair, sexy, expressive lips and a supermodel’s body. The other two were pretty in their own way. She was pretty in general.

  And she was drinking beer. For breakfast.

  “Good morning, everyone.”

  They turned and smiled at him. Acedia took her time, naturally.

  “Good morning, Horace,” Lux said with her Russian accent. “Sit over here, davai,” she said with a taunting look and slapped the chair beside her.

  Horace sat down, his hands carefully forward.

  “Beer?” she offered hers.

  “No, thanks. I need my coffee.”

  “Of course,” she said and stood up, brushing his face with her hair as she turned. She smelled like hair product and patchouli.

  Horace took a second whiff of the aroma that hung in the air.

  He waited as the sexy Russian made a frappe for him. It only took two minutes and he had everything in a neat little corner so he could make his quickly. Horace turned to Acedia, meeting her eyes. He still didn’t know how to feel about last night. Not that he hadn’t liked it, it was great. But was it just, you know, a one-time thing? Or something more? And what about her sisters? Okay, they weren’t real sisters, fine. But they called themselves like that, so they close.

  All the while Horace processed these thoughts, Acedia was forming a soft smile at him.

  Horace decided that she liked her at that moment. No, it wasn’t because of the blow job. He didn’t have a specific type, like blonde, brunette, athletic etc. He always could find something he liked in any girl, no matter what type she was.

  Another man might had been turned off by how thin she was. She wasn’t skeletal, but she was definitely going that way. No, he liked Acedia because he liked hanging around with her and he liked her smile, and her bright eyes.

  Horace reached over the table and kissed her on the cheek.

  She froze, then slowly met his gaze and beamed at him even more.

  He sat down again. “How was your nap? Or was it a morning snooze?” he teased.

  She blushed and pulled her hair on her face. “It’ll do for now. I might have one as soon as you leave. I’ve found another series you might like to watch with me.”

  “Sure. I’ll see how I’ll be after today’s shift.”

  Gula’s microwave breakfast finally dinged ready and she pulled it out, biting chunks of it. She got burned a few times but she was relentless. The food was going inside her belly, scalding hot or not, it didn’t matter.

  Lux brought his coffee in front of him. He thanked her and he drank the whole thing in one long sip of the straw.

  She sat back down next to him. “It’s time I give you my token,” she said. Horace braced for it but the actual thing was much better than he imagined it. She pursed her lips and blew gently on her palm.

  Horace fished out his phone and held it up to her. The AR token spun in the air before her, as all the rest had before. Horace was still taking in the sensation of her warm breath mixed in with beer on his face. He tapped the token and it carried into his stats.

  Evil Thought

  Tokens

  Gula

  1

  Luxuria

  1

  Avaritia

  1

  Superbia

  1

  Invidia

  0

  Ira

  1

  Acedia

  3

  He considered the numbers, then asked, “Hey, Acedia, you mentioned three tokens yesterday. What happens when I get those?

  The girls giggled at that.

  “What? What did I miss?” He looked around, feeling stupid.

  “You really need to read those terms,” Gula said, her mouth full.

  Lux put her hand on his leg. “Horace,” she explained softly, her lips parted, “with three tokens, you get to sleep with us.”

  Horace blinked a couple of times at that.

  He opened his mouth, then shut it. Then he stood up and went for a cold shower, getti
ng ready for work.

  Chapter 20: Horace

  He was supposed to have his head in the game. This was his first day at work, and though it was something he had done before, he really needed to pay attention, not think about hot breaths and beers and Russian lips.

  Nico hovered around him. He still did much of the work, but he begrudgingly surrendered more and more duties to Horace as the hours passed. By the end of the shift, the boss looked confused, conflicted, but relaxed.

  He got to know the employees. They were good in general. He only needed to mind one, George. He was fine in general but he tended to do things his own way and it messed up the entire system. He wasn’t wrong, it was always some productivity change that could help long-term but when in the thick of it, you needed to keep to the system, no matter how rigid or stupid it was. The others kept looking for clean scoops, stacks of cups, and the cones were nowhere to be found three times in one day.

  Normally it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but people swarmed the place and everyone wanted to be served on time. The fact that everyone was hot as fuck and waited for a lick of delicious coolness didn’t help with customer patience. Not to mention the fact that by necessity, you couldn’t take your time on multiple orders as the ice cream tended to melt.

  Nasty habit, that.

  As soon as he found a millisecond to spare, he sent a text to Evie. The gist of it was, ‘Are you still angry about yesterday?’

  He checked his phone again and again but got no reply. The day went by pretty fast, as he was constantly on his toes and making an extra effort to be managerial and professional at the other employees. He knew from experience that the shifts would meld into a boring, incoherent whole as the weeks went by, but it was still rather new and exciting for now.

  Right before the shift ended, there was an issue.

  Of course there was.

  “I demand to speak to the manager!” the customer yelled in poor Martha’s face.

  Horace took a glance at Nico. He wasn’t budging. That was good. Or, it maybe wasn’t. He dashed to Martha’s side and sent her away. “Hello sir, I’m the manager. Please tell me what this about and I’ll do my best to sort it out for you.” He did everything perfectly, the bending over backwards pose, the clasped hands, the meek smile.