7 Deadly Roommates

by George Saoulidis

  Horace picked up the tablet and scrolled through the messages and comments. Frowning, he took it all it. “This is amazing, Evie!”

  She beamed at him. Gods, she looked gorgeous in the morning light. And, he might add, in his bedroom, in her jammies... He could definitely get used to that happening more often.

  He kept looking at her work. “You have so many requests, and the comments... Wow! And your sculptures are awesome, honestly. I’m not just being nice to you, they really have something unique about them.” Horace found an athletic woman that Evie had sculpted into a water dress. He pinched and zoomed in. “Oh my gods, this is exquisite.”

  Evie couldn’t possibly smile any wider, she bounced on her toes. “Seriously? You’re not just saying that?

  “No...” Horace wheezed out. “I’m not.” He put the tablet down on his desk and thought about it. He grabbed one of the figurines, it was one of the less busty characters. Oh, she was hot and had a definite hourglass figure, but she was actually dressed with leather armour and carried a bow. It was one of his favourites, and it was nowhere near lewd enough as the rest. She was strong and fierce and empowering.

  He gave her the figurine, Evie held it in her hand. “Let me get this straight, there’s an entire untapped market out there of women who love fantasy and games and are not represented in the male-centric eshops.”

  Evie nodded deeply. “Pretty much it, yeah. I mean, you saw the messages, right? I got like seventy of them.

  Horace leaned forward in his chair. “How can we work with that?”

  Evie leaned forward, bringing her face close to his. “We?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  He grinned. “Yes, we. I know it’s a risk, both a financial one and a personal one, getting into business with a friend. But I think this is too good to pass up.” He leaned even closer.

  “I agree. But since we’re targeting women, I get an equal say in this.” Evie leaned in closer to him, squinting naughtily.

  He could smell her fruity shampoo and he almost thought he could taste her golden-black skin. Her pyjamas hung loose and he got a good view of her breasts underneath. In different circumstances, Horace would have been drooling, his jaw dropped on the floor. But having so many women in such a short amount of time had gotten to his head, and while he admired the view, it didn’t paralyse him as it would have done.

  He made sure to look down at the exquisite view and not look away.

  Evie’s wonderful hazel eyes widened, she slapped her chest and held the fabric tight, still leaning forward. She blushed immediately and held her breath.

  “Deal,” Horace said, presenting his hand.

  Evie thought about it, then swapped hands to hold up her top and shook his with her right. “Deal.”

  “Look what Evie made last night,” Horace said proudly, passing the drawing tablet around the breakfast table. The girls oohed and aahed. “Do you like it, Acedia?”

  She took it in for a long moment, and Horace glanced at Evie. He noticed her gulping from anticipation.

  “Wow! Of course!” Acedia smiled, eyes wide. “This is so imaginative, what am I, a zombie?”

  “Undead rogue,” both Horace and Evie corrected.

  “I like it. Wow, you are very talented, Evie,” Acedia told her, cupping her coffee.

  Ava had joined them too, and was sitting at the opposite head of the table, eating her breakfast with grace. She met eyes with Horace and they seemed approving.

  “So, girls,” Horace stood up and demanded their attention. “Me and Evie decided to take a shot at a new company, one that I’ve mulled over for so long. It has to do with fantasy figures, you’ve seen them around the house. They’re novelty items that are worth a lot to some fans. Now, Evie has a great angle for turning this into a female-oriented business. Nothing has changed, I still don’t have the capital for it, but I want to give it a try. You’ve all helped me in your own way to figure out what I need in life and how to go about it.” He took a moment to meet each one’s eyes around the table.

  Acedia turned to him slowly, giving him a beaming, dreamy smile. Gula clapped with excitement, everything about her jiggling along. Ava winked at him and he felt a notification from his phone. Lux nodded in approval, and licked her lips seductively, the promise of laying them on his manhood apparent to everyone in the room. Superbia was sitting next to him and clapped him on the shoulder, looking real proud. And Ira shrugged and looked away, seemingly bored.

  “Ira, we need a favour from you,” Evie said, getting her attention.

  “What?” Ira grumbled.

  “We need models to start the thing, and you’ve already done it, so if it’s okay with you I’d like to use the sculpture I made of you. Is that okay?” Evie asked, cooing.

  Horace smirked. His friend could be such a sweetie when she wanted to.

  Ira shrugged. “Sure. Especially since I don’t need to do anything more. That greataxe looks badass on me.”

  “Da, it sure does!” Luxuria noted and grabbed more beer for breakfast. Evie watched in horror as she downed the second one.

  “How are you going to call the company?” Superbia asked, seeming quite interested.

  Horace hesitated. “Uhh... I have some names but I’ll need to reconsider, check the domains available...”

  “Representation Fantasy,” Evie blurted out, nodding once.

  Superbia tilted her head. “Huh. I like it.”

  Horace raised his palms up. “I guess that’s the name we’re going with, then,” he resigned.

  “Sure it is,” Evie glared at him across the table.

  A quiet voice grabbed everyone’s attention. “What?” a couple of them said, leaning forward.

  Acedia said in the same whisper as before, “Oh, wow. Can’t you use mine as well?”

  Evie blinked at that, then said, “You want us to?”

  Acedia shrugged slowly. “Yes, I’d like that. I want to help Horace any way I can.” She turned her eyes slowly at him.

  Evie clicked her tongue. “Sure you do... But yes, I appreciate it, thank you.”

  Horace clapped his hands then pointed at Evie and him. “Okay, you and me, we’re hogging the bathrooms, then off to work. The rest can catch up with us later at Zillions.

  Evie stood up, then said, “Wonderful breakfast, Gula, best I’ve had in ages!”

  Gula hopped on the spot and giggled. “Thank you, dear!”

  Then Evie carried a toast with her mouth and got back to Horace’s bedroom. He got inside to pick up clothes. “Hey, can I leave my overnight bag here? If we’re truly making this startup happen, we’re gonna have to do some late nights.”

  “Uh, good point,” he said, picking out t-shirts. “It is getting kinda cramped in here, but I’m sure the girls wouldn’t mind.”

  Evie bit her lip, seeming to force down a smile. “Okay!”

  Chapter 56: Horace

  Horace arrived at the ice cream shop on time, along with Superbia and Evie. The former was ready in no time for some reason, and the latter, well, she worked here and it was the first time meeting the boss.

  They found the shop open, and a grumpy Nico cleaning inside. He still hadn’t noticed them and he was sweeping the floor, mumbling to himself. “Look at this shit! Look! An entire waffle piece. We’re gonna get ants, I tell you.”

  Horace braced himself, then walked inside. “Good morning, boss. How was your trip?”

  The man turned to him and gripped on the handle tighter, his knuckles whitening. “What time is this you’re showing up?”

  “It’s still early!” Horace complained, pointing at the clock on the wall. It really was.

  “Responsibility means being here earlier than everyone and leaving later than them all.” He sighed and waved away. “But why am I telling you this? You don’t know how a store owner feels...”

  “Nico, everything was fine while you were gone. I’ve reported all incidents to you,” Horace said, taking a single step forward, no more. He glanced back, the girls
were waiting outside.

  “Bullshit, kiddo!” Nico spat out, throwing the broom away. It clanged on the floor with a cascade of noises. “You pushed a client, in my store. MY STORE!”

  Horace shut his eyes and said nothing.

  “Everything you do, points to me. And this shit stays in your reputation, you know. He got back to me and threatened to tell everyone. Did you know that?” Nico was spitting as he spoke.

  “Yeah! He was being a prick, that’s why I did it.”

  Nico took in a breath, readying himself for another verbal attack.

  Horace raised his palm. “I know I shouldn’t have done it. But he was very rude, sir. I wouldn’t lie to you about this.”

  Nico stepped close and Horace flinched, but stayed put. The big man poked his chest with a strong finger. “You, are gonna go to this address,” he said, slapping a piece of paper on his chest, “and you, are gonna say you’re sorry. You’re gonna grovel, you’re gonna go down on your knees, and you’re gonna get this esteemed customer to stop badmouthing us to everyone. GOT IT?”

  Horace bit his lip and thought about it for a long moment. Nico was furious, there was no denying that. He glanced back at the girls, Evie looked terrified, but he knew it was her worrying about him, nothing more. Superbia was staring daggers at Horace and pointed at her phone.

  Horace checked his phone.

  “Am I boring you, kiddo?” Nico snapped.

  “No, uh...” There was a message from Superbia. It said, ‘Are you gonna just take this without a fight?’ Horace nodded and braced himself.

  “Well?”

  “No.”

  “What do you mean, no?”

  “I won’t beg for that rude person’s forgiveness, and I certainly won’t kneel and grovel for it.”

  Nico’s eyes went wide and he turned around, blowing air through his nose. Arms in the air, he yelled, “I can’t keep you around if you don’t do it, don’t you get it?”

  Horace ran his tongue over his teeth. “Fine. Then I quit. But you have to keep Evie, I hired her, and this is not her fault. She needs this job and she’s already trained, and very good at it.”

  Nico frowned, seemingly just now noticing the two gorgeous ladies outside. “Who? Oh. Yeah, I trust you on that, she stays. But you are done.” He pointed his strong finger at Horace.

  “I expect to be paid my last two workdays, as normal,” Horace said in a final act of bravery.

  Nico grunted. “Right. Okay. Now get out of my sight.” He turned to Evie and shouted, “Hey, are you ever gonna get dressed or something?”

  Evie darted past them and went inside the changing room to put on the brown t-shirt and the cap of her uniform.

  Chapter 57: Horace

  They walked back home. Superbia’s high heels clicked on the pavement. Horace kept quiet most of the way, lost in his thoughts. He had just lost his lifeline, so he really needed to make his startup work. He barely had any cash to spare, and who knew how long it would take for their business to take off? Especially during the summer, it was supposedly slow in these markets.

  Niah. He shook the worries away. No, he wasn’t being naive, he knew full well how small his chances of success were. But it was that knowledge that paralysed him in the past. Not anymore. Horace saw idiots succeeding all the time because they had the stupid courage to just take the plunge, while smarter people just stood in the sidelines, worrying for all the possible scenarios. Confident idiots like Costa. He wasn’t older than him. He wasn’t from money. He just had the balls one day to start the sort of business Horace dreamed of.

  It was time to just start it.

  “I should be mad at you,” Horace said, turning to Superbia.

  The woman raised a perfect eyebrow. “Why is that?” she teased.

  “You’ve affected me so much, since day one. But I think it’s for the best.”

  She shrugged. “I already knew that.”

  A long pause. “Thank you for making me see it too.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said, gifting him a gorgeous smile.

  He slapped his forehead. “Oh, damn, forgot to tell the girls not to go to Zillions.” He fished out his phone from his pocket.

  Superbia stopped him with her hand. “No, let them. They managed to get Acedia moving, and we don’t want to have them in a house all day. Let them go out.”

  “Right, good call. I can use some time alone to figure out the business side of things, research online, stuff like that. I assume you have something to do?”

  “No,” she said with a smirk. Then she hooked her arm around his. “I’m all yours for today.”

  They bought a couple of refreshments and junk food from the periptero and got back home. Horace turned on the fan in the study room where his computer was, and got into looser clothes. Superbia was in the bathroom and he checked his stats.

  Evil Thought

  Tokens

  Gula

  7

  Luxuria

  7

  Avaritia

  4

  Superbia

  5

  Invidia

  0

  Ira

  4

  Acedia

  7

  He tapped on his desk, thinking about Superbia. She was smoking hot, a career woman that you’d be lucky if she even glanced at you a second time. She had been teasing him from day one. And there she was, hanging out with him, touching his arm, rubbing on him. She smelled of perfume. Or, this room did, Horace wasn’t sure. Still, it was making his head spin.

  Superbia showed up at the door, hair loose. Demanding his attention by her mere presence, she dropped the violet jacket of her skirt suit on the floor, exposing milky-white arms. Then she walked towards him and kicked his chair, making him spin to face her.

  “I... Uh...” Horace gulped.

  She turned her butt to him and said simply, “Could you help me unzip?”

  “S-Sure!” Horace did so, pulling the zipper down. Her skirt slid down and he got a full view of her lace panties.

  “These are really uncomfortable in this heat,” she complained, then pushed them down on her feet. She made sure to brush herself on the inside of his thighs, making him hard.

  He could see her pussy squeezing through her legs, and he reached out to caress her thighs. He leaned in, kissing his way up and down her smooth skin. As he did so, she took off her bra, releasing a stunning pair of tits. Horace reached up and rubbed them, still kissing his way around her body hungrily, putting his mouth wherever he could, lusting for it all.

  “Not fair,” she said coyly, “you’re still covered up.”

  Horace stood up and tossed his t-shirt and his pants away, then kicked his boxer briefs. He was panting now. “I want you so much. I wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

  “I know,” she moaned, rubbing herself on him, brushing his cock.

  Horace grabbed her and she let go of a tiny squeal of delight. He brought her in front of the vertical mirror that was covering the entire frame of the closet. He stood across his reflection and pushed her down in front of him. “Get on your knees.”

  “Yes, sir,” Superbia said and did as she was told. She sat on top of her legs, her face exactly at the height of his cock.

  Horace pushed his waist forward and put it in her mouth, which accepted it immediately and started to suck him expertly.

  His view in the mirror was of himself, standing naked, a hot woman on her knees, her blonde hair falling down her shoulders and back, her hourglass figure accented by her stance, her ass squished wide, her head moving back and forth slowly as she sucked him. He admired himself, his muscles, his manhood. He felt strong, handsome, confident. Superbia’s figure in front of him was mesmerising, all he could do was enjoy the view of her curves, her muscles and tendons moving on her back as she pleasured him. He always liked to watch directly at the girl as he was getting a blowjob, but this disconnect through the mirror made it somehow even better.

  “I’m close,” he
panted, and grabbed her head. This time he did look down at her lips that were wrapped around his wet cock. He didn’t let her leave, not that she made any attempt to, and he thrust hard into her mouth as her tongue wiggled inside. He fucked her throat, one, two, three times, then he shuddered, and came hard.

  To her credit, she coughed only once. Horace was amazed. Spent, his knees wobbly, he threw himself on the bed. Superbia came up next to him.

  He panted, hard. He was sweating. “That was amazing, Superbia! Thank you.”

  She pushed a manicured finger on his ribs. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easily, Horace. Let’s take a quick shower and back for round two.”

  Chapter 58: Horace

  “What did you do to Martha?” Evie said over the phone. He could hear the accusatory squint of her eyes over the phone.

  Horace froze. He had forgotten about that. “Uh...” he stalled for time. “Why?” He had spent all day researching online about starting a business and the paperwork needed and it was already mid-afternoon. He spun around in his chair and ran his fingers through his chair.

  “She seemed relieved when she found out you quit.”

  “Oh.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Why? Did she say anything?”

  “No, actually, when Nico asked her she said you were a very good manager. But I could see it in her face. Once again, Horace, I’m asking: what did you do to her?”

  “I... uh, had sex with her on the back, by the boxes,” Horace winced.

  “You what?” Evie screeched. “When did you become such a sex animal?”

  “It wasn’t me, I swear! I just asked her out, she said no, and I said ‘okay.’ Then, out of the blue, she came round the back when I was doing inventory and threw herself at me. Maybe she changed her mind. We haven’t discussed it at all since it happened.”

  “Uh-huh,” Evie said nasally, clearly not believing a word of it.