She slammed the screen of her laptop shut.
Nope.
She said she wouldn’t do this.
Evie paced up and down, then dove into her freezer all the way inside at the tips of her toes and looked for something sweet.
A-hah!
She knew she had lost an ice cream at some point in the last month. Everything was so high up and she could never see what was there. At the top shelves of her house were things she considered gone and lost. But remembering the times at Zillions they had spent together made her crave for some ice cream. She bit into the chocolate covered stick and fought back the brain freeze.
Ow!
Ow-ow-owie.
She sat back on her bed, folding her feet under her.
She opened the laptop once again. There it was, proof that Horace had forgotten all about her. He didn’t care for her anymore, he had his-
What were they to him, anyway? Seriously now.
She chased a piece of chocolate that fell down her blouse and between her breasts. Then she licked her fingers.
Horace had forgotten all about her.
A notification popped up in Agora’s messaging system. From Horace, the tenth message in a row:
Hey, Evie, what’s up?
Hey, Evie, talk to me, come on.
Hey, Evie, aren’t you done being angry at me?
Evie, come on, I can see that you’re reading these.
Evie, cut the crap.
Evie, call me when you can.
How are things?
Evie. Evie. Eeeevie (ghost emoji.)
Evie, this is ridiculous.
Yup, she sniffled. Horace had forgotten all about her and had only eyes for those fucking- whatever they were to him.
Chapter 27: Horace
Horace made sure the customers got their ice cream. George could handle it on his own but Horace stepped in to help. Of course, George had his own system even for handling orders so he was more in the way than he liked. After a while, Martha showed up from the bathroom, composed and presentable as always, her hair in a tight brunette ponytail. She might have looked a bit tired, but it had been a long day after all.
Horace spoke to her in a professional tone of voice, “Carry on here while I go outside.”
She nodded and took her spot in the waffles next to George.
Horace went outside. It was going darker and it was a lot more cool outside now, it felt nice. The customers seemed relaxed, switching to alcohol in some cases.
The girls had come back and brought a club sandwich for him. Ira held the delivery box open for him, shoving it into his face.
“Oh, good. I’m starving,” Horace said, looking around. When he was sure no one was staring at him, he bit down on a quarter of the triple-decker sandwich and it was heaven. He gulfed it down real quick and wiped his hands. “I’m okay with this for now, I’ll have the rest on the way home. Thanks, girls. I appreciate it.”
Gula had already reached out with her hand towards a piece of the club sandwich. Ira shut the lid on her fingers, thankfully it was soft, and Gula pulled away. Horace thought that Ira would have slammed it shut even if it was made of wood. “You ate two of them!” Ira frowned at her.
“Yeah... But seeing Horace want it so bad...” Gula said, enchanted, her eyes wide. She shook her head and composed herself. “I’m sorry.”
Horace reached down and took the delivery box from Ira. “Thank you for protecting my lunch, but it’s all right. She can have it. I’ll grab something else on the way home.” He gave the rest to Gula.
She looked like she was about to cry. “Really?”
“Yeah!” Horace chuckled. “Take it.”
Gula hugged him so fast he didn’t even see her move and he felt like he was squeezed tight by the world’s fluffiest donut. He laughed and hugged her back.
When she let go, she sat down on their table, opened the box and took a small, controlled bite from the sandwich. She looked like she was appreciating every piece of it.
“You indulge her too much,” Ira frowned, elbowing him on the ribs.
“Ow! No, she’s fine. She’s so sweet, I can’t deny her anything,” Horace explained, rubbing his side.
“That’s precisely my point!” the dwarf lady said, throwing her short arms up in the air. “By the time we’re done with you she’ll be twice the size. We won’t be able to push her out the door!”
“You exaggerate.”
“Actually, I do not,” Ira said, sniffing. “It has happened before.”
Horace shook his head. “Really?”
“Never mind that,” Lux said cutting them off and walking inside his personal space. She stared up at him hungrily, lips parted, and she put her arms around his neck.
Horace gulped. “Okay,” he said lamely.
She smelled him, taking in his neck. “Mmm,” she moaned softly, “I am satisfied.”
Horace felt a warmth inside his groin. Seriously? Again, so soon?
Lux put up her palm and blew softly in it, but she was so close to his face she practically breathed out into him. Then she sent a kiss in the air.
Horace’s phone vibrated with a notification. He knew what it was about. Feeling awkward, he looked around at Acedia. Her eyes were sunken as always giving her a grim expression, but she looked indifferent just like always. When she noticed he was looking, she smiled wide at him, her beauty streaming back into her face like sunlight on a dying flower.
Lux still had an arm around his neck and her breasts were pressing onto him. He needed to break this off, until the end of the shift anyway. “Uh, ladies, as much as I enjoy this, allow me to end this for just one hour and I’ll see you back at home, okay? Here’s some more cash so you can go for more groceries-”
“And beer,” Lux interrupted right beside his ear, still clinging onto him.
“And beer, of course,” he continued, fishing out his wallet and keys.
“And condoms,” Lux whispered into his ear.
Horace froze, then bit his lips, then stared down at his feet, sighing. He willed the erection away.
Just a couple more hours.
Chapter 28: Horace
Horace counted the seconds ticking away. He had never felt the end of a shift so far away before, and he had done some dreadful ones in his past. He kept checking his phone’s clock, and then shifted to the app:
Evil Thought
Tokens
Gula
3
Luxuria
3
Avaritia
2
Superbia
1
Invidia
0
Ira
2
Acedia
3
He kept glancing at those threes, worried they might shift or something. What did they mean? Did he now have the okay from Lux to make a move? She certainly seemed receptive about it. Not that he could ever imagine what a knockout babe like her wanted from an ordinary dude like him.
And also Gula? He liked her, but he hadn’t thought about it much. How could he with the constant teasing from Lux? So, now that meant he could bed each one of them?
His eyebrows went up.
Both of them?
No, they were different people, and Gula hadn’t shown any sexual interest in him, if you counted out the gut-squelching hugs she gave him. And it wasn’t fair to her, his mind kept going back to Lux, anyway. Even if they did do something he’d only spend the entire time thinking about the Russian. And he wasn’t the kind of man to do that to a woman that he slept with.
Hypocrite, a voice in his mind said. Didn’t you just cum all over Martha and thought about Evie?
Yeah, he answered the nagging voice in his mind, but that was afterwards. Not during. Doesn’t count. Plus, it was a fleeting moment.
It doesn’t count.
Really, it doesn’t.
He started prepping for closing time. He left the damn umbrellas to George who seemed to get the hang of it better, and took up
his closing up chores in thanks. They met their eyes with Martha a couple of times, and she responded regarding the work but nothing else. She shied away from him.
Gods, he wasn’t that rough with her, was he? No, she was properly lubricated down there and everything. There’s no way he hurt her, her pussy was dripping wet. Horace could still smell her scent on his fingers even after washing his hands.
Anyway, he shrugged, she seemed fine in general. Maybe she had regretted what they did. He didn’t really care, he hadn’t made a physical move on her. He’d merely asked her out. She was the one who threw herself on him. He took advantage of her only after she’d done so, and he even asked her if she was okay with this.
Horace didn’t care if she had regretted their backroom fuck. His fantasy was done, he had grabbed that sweet ass and pounded it as if there was no tomorrow. He didn’t want anything more from her, not even a second fuck sometime in the future. He was certain of it.
He put the lids back on the ice cream tubs, ticking of each one on his list. He had to admit that they had sold out the ones that were running out of best-by dates, and the kid-friendly ones did seem to fly off the shelves.
Fine. He had to tell George his was a better system.
Chapter 29: Horace
Horace held the front door open as the porters strolled inside. They carried enough luggage to form a small hill. The bags themselves were very expensive, he could identify some fashion brand’s logo or another emblazoned on them. Horace knew he couldn’t buy these bags with his paycheck even if he saved up for a year.
“Right,” Ava said nasally, waving her intricate fan to cool herself. She looked around his house in the derisive way only rich people can muster.
Horace felt bad for a second. He felt ashamed of his home. Then he changed his mind and gritted his teeth. Nobody had forced her to show up here. She could go to a hotel or something.
“Where is my room?” Ava asked as the porters waited with her luggage.
“Uh, well, in that one sleep Gula and Lux. And in that one is just Ira for now, so you can share the double bed with her. I don’t suppose you want the sofa where Acedia is?” he chuckled.
“Hm... Gula would be preferable. I could ask Lux to move elsewhere. Perhaps in your room,” the Asian said pointedly, “but cuddling with Gula would only be nice during the winter. Not in this heat.”
Horace thought about that. Yeah, Gula would make an excellent cuddle partner for the winter. He smiled at the thought.
Ava tsked. “Fine, I’ll share with Ira. She doesn’t take up a lot of space.” She pointed at the room and the porters hauled her luggage in it, leaving everything carefully placed and in easy reach.
When they left, Horace watched as the girls sieged the room for Ava’s stuff. She held her ground despite her small frame, then started boiling in anger and pinched them, but they were relentless. They pushed through and the neat luggage got tossed about all over the room in an explosion of expensive fabric. They put on hats, accessories, shoes if they fitted them. It was funny, really funny. Horace laughed out loud as the Asian woman cursed at them, going from one to the other and taking her stuff off their hands. At some point she couldn’t hold on to any more so she started dropping them. Gula walked behind her and picked the stuff up.
Horace shook his head and realised he had a moment to the bathroom with no queueing. He hurried inside and threw his clothes off, taking the shower cold as it was. It bit down on his skin and it felt invigorating. He always wanted to be clean around women, and everybody got sweaty in this heat. He rubbed his body with the first bubbly thing he found and felt great.
Then he saw a silhouette behind the shower curtain.
It was rather tall, and curvy, and very, very blurry so he couldn’t make out who it was. But deep inside, he already knew.
He cleared his throat, spitting out water. “Hey, I’m still in here,” he joked.
The silhouette said nothing. She leaned forward and slowly started taking her clothes off. Horace saw the deliberate movements and heard the gentle thup of clothes hitting the floor.
Then the silhouette came closer, the shape more defined but still blurry.
Yup, it was a woman all right.
Horace gulped as a hand reached for the shower curtain’s side. She pulled it open and there she was, Lux, in all her naked glory. She was smoking hot, a powerful body built like an athlete, gentle curves and firm breasts. Her straight hair fell on the nipples as if it was a scene from a movie. She looked at him with thirst in her eyes. “Can I... come in?” she asked, as if this was an office or something.
“S-Sure!” Horace stuttered. He felt like covering up his crotch, but he shook his head. It was idiotic.
Lux stepped inside the shower and pulled the curtain back in its place. Barefoot, she was nearly as tall as him. She looked into Horace’s eyes and said with a purr, “Could you point that thing elsewhere?” She looked down at his erection, which was indeed pointing at her.
Then she pointed up at the shower head.
“Oh, right!” Horace said and pulled it to the side, reducing the spray.
“I don’t want to do my hair today,” she said throatily and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her nipples touched his body, her flat belly touched the tip of his cock. Water splashed on his back and trickled down her body, following her curves, making her skin glisten.
Horace couldn’t believe his luck. There she was, a knockout babe, teasing him casually in the shower. He froze for a minute, but he was feeling quite amped up these past few days. The girls were doing wonders for his confidence. So, he decided to take what was offered.
No, what he was worth.
He pulled her close to him and kissed her. Her lips tasted like beer and he could spend a decade just kissing them. She kissed him back without hesitation and he soon realised she was clearly the resident kissing expert in this shower.
He told her so. “You’re a great kisser,” he said between breaths.
“So are you,” she inhaled and then kissed him again, her tongue trying to wrap around his. She pulled him close to her and kissed him hungrily, rubbing her body on his. She pulled his cock up and propped it upright between their bellies, giving him a gentle rub every time she swayed.
Horace loved it, it was maddening. Her scent and the feel of her skin was better than he had ever imagined. He fondled her breasts, water dripping down on them and making the areolas prickle up. He passed his fingers over them, enjoying the texture. He couldn’t help it any more. “They feel so great, I want to put them in my mouth.”
She smiled naughtily and leaned back, her waist still rubbing on his. “Why don’t you?” The ends of her hair were wet now and stuck on her body. She traced the curves of her breasts with her finger.
Horace leaned in and sucked on them hard, one after another. The water dripping on her made it a kinky situation, and he suckled on her boobs like a baby. Lux ran a hand through his hair and pressed him closer to her body, moaning, her head tilted back and enjoying it as much as he did.
He lost the gentle rubbing of his cock by leaning forward like that but he was rewarded with a mouthful of boobs. He sucked and bit them gently. He grabbed her ass and it was firm and wet.
Suddenly, Lux pushed him away.
He disengaged immediately, panting, eyes wide. “What? Do you wanna stop?”
Lux smirked. “Nyet. I wanna take this to the bedroom,” she said, tugging on his cock.
Chapter 30: Horace
Horace woke up to a blow job. He opened his eyes, then felt awesome, pushed his head back on the pillow and enjoyed the ride.
Lux’s hair was rubbing on his privates as she bobbed up and down, expertly sucking his dick and slurping on it all over. Last night was amazing, perhaps the best sex he ever had. Then they did it again, this time not caring about being heard or anything. Horace was worried about Acedia in the living room. She had given him permission to do this, but he didn’t wanna rub it in. It’s one thing saying ‘go a
head,’ and another hearing your sex partner making the bed squeak right next door.
Of course, like all thoughts in his mind, Lux made them all go away. By the second time, he had a mind free of all worries and all he could see was the hot Russian’s body beneath him.
Then they had sex, and it was... uh... like a porno.
Lux changed tens of positions and arched her back and did everything he had ever seen people doing in porn but had never done himself, then she did a couple of things he had never even thought of. She teased and guided him, speeding up and slowing down, putting her limbs around him, making him crazy with lust.
He came first because it was impossible not to, then she guided him how to make her reach climax as well. Then he did the exact same thing, wanting to please her and thank her. Finally, she straddled him and stretched out his satisfaction, expertly guiding him to a last, explosive climax.
They had fallen asleep in a tight embrace, their legs intertwined, her hair splayed next to her like a boudoir photoshoot. They had spoken softly to each other until very late, touching and kissing each other’s bodies, not wanting to let to for an instant. They kissed softly in between their sleepy conversation topics. Luxuria had told him about the motherland and the mountains she was so fond of.
He told her about his hopes and dreams and how other women had hurt him.
She had whispered in his ear that she would never hurt him.
When they fell asleep in his bed, it was late and he was so tired but feeling great. Now, he was getting the best alarm clock ever. Lux suckled on the bottom of his tip, sending shivers down his spine. He only had a semi-erection when waking up, but it seemed to do the job just fine. The morning sun shone in bands inside the room, illuminating the curves of her body.
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