7 Deadly Roommates

by George Saoulidis

  “It’s the truth!”

  “Riiight. I don’t wanna know any more, that explains it.”

  “How did Nico treat you?”

  “Oh, he was fine. He took over and had us redo everything and reclean everything, but other than that it was okay, I guess.”

  “That’s good. So, you’re carrying on working at Zillions?”

  “Yeah, I could use the cash, and it’s kinda fun. You don’t mind, do you?”

  He snorted. “Of course not, what are we, attached at the hip?”

  “No, that we are not,” she clicked her tongue. “Yeah, I’m gonna keep on the shifts, then I’ll be going to Costa’s to spy on his processes. I should have gotten a good look at every part of his business by next week.”

  Horace was surprised. “Look at you, spy lady Evie! I hadn’t even thought of that.”

  “That’s why you need me.”

  “Apart from bringing the customers, and drawing the artwork, and offering the female perspective, and honestly, paying for takeout because my cash runs out in three days.”

  “All that, sure. Wait, three days? What the fuck are you living on, sushi?”

  “There are six women in here, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “And whose fault it that?”

  “It’s not mine!”

  “Oh, right! Someone else invited them all over in your house and forced you to sleep with a different one every day of the week.”

  Horace had nothing to respond to that. He paused, then with a tiny voice, he said, “It’s not every day of the week.”

  “Boohoo!” she mocked. “Horace is one girl short in his harem.”

  “I’m not-”

  “Shush. Discussion over. As I said, I’m finishing up here and going to spy on Costa. I won’t come over tonight, I’m too tired, okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m looking at the required paperwork anyway. I’ll do that, then I’ll set up the website. It should take me three days. Then we can regroup and start the biz.”

  “The biz. Biz, biz,” she mouthed, playing with the word. “Sure, I’ll have everything I need by then. See ya.”

  “See ya.”

  Chapter 59: Evie

  Evie could hardly keep up with her commission requests. She upped the price a tiny bit to 120 euro but that didn’t make a lick of difference in the demand. After all, the increase was all going away to money processing fees she had never accounted for. Moreso, she didn’t wanna whip up something quick and be done with it, she wanted to give each sculpture the thought it required. She said so on her Evangeline page and asked for people’s understanding.

  Then she got to work. Chilly coffee in hand, the quiet city outside, her drawing tablet on her lap. All was ready to go.

  She prioritised some requests.

  “I’m very small. Can you make me into an angel?” a girl said. Sure she could. She sculpted her form into the 3D program from the reference pictures and then gave her a pair of angel wings.

  Nah, it wasn’t enough.

  Evie made the wings bigger, curving around the tiny form of the girl. She gave her a serene, angelic expression, eyes gently downward. Then she duplicated the wings and curved them too. The result was a magnificent sculpture of a feathered embrace and a small angelic figure in the middle. She added a halo, squinted, then decided against it.

  She gave the little angel a golden sceptre and ballet shoes.

  Awesome.

  She sent the finished commission to the girl and went on to the next one.

  “I always imagined myself as a rock star,” the woman said.

  Evie snorted. Easy! She took about an hour or so to sculpt the woman’s figure into the program. She was awkward, slouchy, pale. She moved the joints and gave her a powerful posture, her arm up in the air, feet open, looking confident. Evie found a sculpture of a guitar from the Augmented Reality Object database and put it in her hand. She squinted, then turned the guitar into pure white-blue light and added lightning shooting off from the musical instrument. She toyed around with the lighting sliders a bit, changed some textures, then she was satisfied with the result. Now the woman had an avatar that exuded confidence for her online interactions, which meant pretty much all her interactions these days.

  Evie squinted. It needed something more. Black flowing hair, black t-shirt, black jeans that were torn at the thighs. Check, check, check. Some eye-shadow. Evie squinted. More eye-shadow.

  Perfect.

  She sent it back and went on to the next. She took a sip of her rapidly diminishing coffee and looked outside. It was dawn, she had to go to work in a couple of hours. Should she snooze a bit? She blinked and stretched a bit, then put her head on the pillow.

  Nope.

  Sleep was for losers.

  She stood up and decided to do one more.

  Let’s do a tough one.

  “People say I should cover up, but I don’t feel I should. What do you think?” the woman said.

  Evie froze. It was a woman in her late fifties, thin and fit. She definitely worked out. She had had a double mastectomy. The pictures were of her topless, two distinct scars on each side where her breasts would normally be. She hadn’t opted for plastic surgery to cover them up, that much was certain. Nowadays they could do wonders with these things.

  Evie leaned back and took in her figure. She was confident, strong. She wasn’t gonna let this bring her down. Evie sketched a bit and finally decided on a form. She turned the woman into a warrior, wearing a skirt and boots made of leather straps. Her figure was very good and lean, something to show off for sure. She left her topless, it was pretty much how a warrior male would walk about anyway. Evie took the dark brown colour of the woman’s scars and based the entire palette off of it. She gave her a big sword, then switched it to a curved one that she liked better. It was sharp on the one side and blunt on the other, made to stab and slice. The woman was bald. Evie painted her head with the same rusty paint she gave to everything in this sculpture. Then she painted her lips the same, she had amazing, full lips, very feminine, despite them being curved in a frown.

  Evie moved the joints around, trying out different poses. Then she settled on the same pose the woman had photographed herself into, a relaxed stand on both feet, but angling her hip and bending one knee a bit. She then had her rest the sword on the back of her neck, and left the same expression on her face, chin slightly upwards, looking straight at you.

  A feminine ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ attitude.

  Evie loved it.

  Actually, she was really proud of this one. She took a sip from the empty coffee, drinking the remaining froth with noisy sucking sounds. She got lost in thought for a while, staring at the confident woman.

  Oops, time to get ready for work.

  Chapter 60: Horace

  It took him more than three days. Setting up a business was a mess and people at the respective desk jobs were unhelpful. He found the solution online, a few instructions on how to make the process a bit smoother. But not by much.

  He worked on the website and had a basic skeleton working, it was satisfactory for this early on. They could build something snazzier afterwards.

  Lux hugged him from behind and nibbled on his ear. She had just made her hair and there was a powerful smell of what you get after doing them with a blow dryer. Horace loved that.

  “How’s it going?” Lux breathed into his ear full of lust.

  He grunted with pleasure. “It’s going. Somewhere at least.” He turned around and kissed her deeply, he could feel her horniness on how she sucked the air out of him.

  “I need you,” she said huskily, sitting on his lap. She wore nothing but one of his t-shirts and she wrapped her long legs around him.

  He didn’t hesitate at all to start massaging her thighs all the way up to her butt. He had alternated sleeping with each girl these past few days, and Lux, while having taken her turn, was insatiable. She was rubbing her pussy on his leg after all, moaning with pent up sexual energy. Each
night he slept with one of them in his bed, the specifics of the system unknown to him. They somehow figured it out by themselves. All except Ava, which Horace felt intimidated by, despite her being very sexy for her age. And Gula, who did sleep with him and they did fool around, but she didn’t want to take things further and he respected that.

  Lux had repositioned herself with an on-body spin like a lap dancer and was rubbing her belly on his crotch, all the way up and down. “Oh, so this is a lap dance,” Horace chuckled. Before all this he’d never be so nonchalant about a smoking hot babe giving him a lap dance like a pro. Oh, he was hard, but he wasn’t drooling like a horny teenager.

  Lux pulled down his shorts and released his cock. She spun on top of his lap once again and brought her back on his torso, rubbing his cock with the dripping lips of her pussy and nuzzling him by leaning her head back.

  “Wow, Lux, I- Wow.” He grunted as she teased him. He leaned back and steadied himself, letting her please him with her performance.

  She propped herself higher on his body and he felt a slight loss as her lower lips let go of his cock, but it didn’t last long, she brought her legs up and rubbed it between her feet.

  “So... fucking... athletic...” he breathed out hard, biting her neck.

  She went on expertly stroking him with her toes, rubbing her body on him.

  “This is new for me, I haven’t done it with... Uh... feet?” He said out of breath.

  She made him cum that way, his sperm streaking in a sudden arc in the air, then she quickly capped it with her foot and caught the last bit. When he was spent and sensitive down there, she made a total mess as she rubbed his cock all over with her toes.

  “Am I too dirty?” she cooed.

  “Yes, you are,” he said, panting hard, making her bob up and down as he breathed.

  Lux brought her foot up to her mouth and licked the mess off of it, locking eyes with him the entire time.

  Horace stared with fascination. “You’re so fucking dirty!”

  “Da. What are we gonna do about it?” she said naughtily.

  He picked her up in the air and threw her on the bed, then spread her legs. “Well, we certainly can’t leave you like this.” So, he dove his nose inside her juices and started climbing the long hill upwards to giving her an orgasm too.

  Chapter 61: Evie

  Evie tried to fool herself that it wasn’t serious. It was just sex, right? She got out of the bed on her tippy toes, a total cliché. She was trying not to make a noise, and looked around for her skirt. There it was. Now, where was her bra?

  Under his arm.

  Damn.

  She considered for a second going commando, but thought better of it. It was the only bra that fit well in this heat, and she wasn’t gonna leave it behind, dammit! She pulled on the strap and he grunted in his sleep, licking his dry lips with a vowel sound. She froze. He was still asleep. Good. She pulled the strap and it slooowly slid underneath his arm and voilà! Free. Free to put those boobies back in their place, instead of all over.

  Where was her bag? There it was. She took a glance at herself on the mirror, her hair was even a bigger mess than usual, her curls threatening to get in orbit around her head, not on it. And she didn’t even wanna discuss her makeup. Unh-uh.

  She winced as she kicked a shoe. Carrying her own on her hand, she tiptoed outside his house.

  She put on her shoes and went to the bus stop. Biting her lip, she headed towards Horace’s place.

  On the bus, as the streets went by, she listened to music. But she didn’t really listen at all. Lost in her thoughts, she slapped herself. But why was she feeling bad about it? She was single, right? So was Costa. So, they got it on last night. Twice. And it wasn’t that bad.

  Costa was quite handsome, definitely a lot more than the average nerd. And he was confident and he had a great smile, she couldn’t get enough of it. But, he was kinda shallow. After the initial charm there wasn’t really that much beneath.

  For some girls it would be enough. Dammit, it should be enough for her too. But it somehow wasn’t. But, why should she still wait for Horace? Wasn’t he the one having a six-woman harem in his house?

  She shook her head and snorted out loud, the people next seat eyeing her weird. Horace, with a harem of women. How did that happen? If you had told her that six months ago she’d tell you to piss off. And now it was somehow the new norm.

  Why was she crying? Stop crying, silly bitch. You’re an Empress, and Empresses don’t cry. Not in mass transit, that’s for sure. Not that they take the bus. No, they probably have like that wooden thingy with four ripped hunks that lift them up and they carry her around...

  You’re trailing off again. But that was a fine female fantasy, better jot that down. She wrote it down on her to-do list which was quickly becoming unwieldy.

  She knocked on his door.

  “Who is it?” a very angry yell came through it, and then the tapping of short legs on the floor.

  Evie knew who it was and that’s why she didn’t turn around and run off as she would otherwise.

  The angry dwarf lady opened the door. “Oh, it’s you. Come on in,” she motioned with her hand.

  “Hello, Ira,” Evie clicked her tongue and went in.

  “He’s in the kitchen.”

  “Thanks!”

  Ira just grunted at her and walked away.

  Evie found him in the kitchen, surrounded by figurines and papers. “Hey, Evie, what’s up?” he nodded at her, still working. Gula was washing dishes and smiled wide. “Hello my dear, welcome!”

  “I just came by to see how you’re doin- HOLY SHIT, is that mine?” She picked up the figurine laying on the table. It wasn’t painted but she recognised it immediately. She spun it around in her fingers, feeling its heft. It was more durable than she thought.

  Horace beamed at her. “Yup! Your undead rogue, AKA Acedia. Already have a couple of orders, I just ordered one to see if we had any flaws. There are none as far as I’m concerned, so off it goes into the pipeline”

  “ZOMG,” Evie cried out in acronym. “It looks so good, doesn’t it?” she nodded at him, still reeling from the shock.

  Horace shrugged. “You sculpted it,” he said proudly. “It looks reaaaly good.”

  “How much are we charging for it?”

  “That one is one-sixth, so it’s 150 euros, and it needs to be painted. I can do some passable work for starters, but we’ll need someone better at some point, especially if demand picks up. I have some guys I can ask, leave it to me.”

  Gula turned to them and wiped down a dish with a towel. “And you better not paint them on the kitchen table, right?”

  “Right, sorry,” Horace breathed out, head low.

  Evie chuckled at that scolding. “You’re a total mom,” she said at Gula.

  “But you love my cooking!” she smiled at her. “By the way, you’re looking thin, let me make you something.”

  Horace rushed to change the subject. “So, how are things on the marketing side?”

  Evie plopped herself down as Gula served her her usual lemonade for starters. “Well, I had thrown in a few teasers, so my followers were kinda sorta ready for it. Look for yourself,” she said like a duchess, and passed her tablet on to him.

  Horace scrolled through her messages. “Oh, wow, this is like five orders right away, and possibly ten more, discussing about it? Great work, Evie.”

  She took a swig of her chilly lemonade. “Representation Fantasy, my dear Horace. That’s what it’s all about.”

  Horace stared at her for a long moment. Then he deadpanned, “Was that Sherlock Holmes? What does he gotta do with it?”

  “Nothing, jeez! I just felt like it.”

  “Okay.” He passed the tablet back to her. “I’ll be honest, it’s looking good. We need to iron out some kinks, but other than that, yeah.” He leaned back in his chair. “Representation Fantasy is the new awesome thing to buy.” He cracked his neck. “Gods, I need to stretch out for a b
it.”

  “Sit down,” Evie ordered him and she walked around the table. Then she started massaging his neck, at the spot on the right side where he usually hurt.

  Gula glanced at them and raised an eyebrow.

  “Oh, yeah, right at... You found the spot, you found it. Ouch. No, don’t stop, harder. By the gods, your hands are magical.”

  “Didn’t you know that already?” she smirked, massaging him as if she wanted to punch him.

  Chapter 62: Horace

  Evie stayed over till late at night, so he left her his room again and he put on a bedsheet on the sofa with Acedia. They went through a lot of things and done plenty of work. Evie revamped their logo and they updated all the social accounts with it, he put in more listings of available figurines, she whipped up another of her commissions in no-time as if it wasn’t a big deal, he passed it around to everyone to see how awesome it was, she turned red, he laughed, she got angry at him, he laughed some more, then she laughed too, then they composed themselves and worked a bit longer in the night.

  It was quite a productive evening.

  Then he got the world’s slowest blowjob from Acedia, which was still a blast. He was getting used to living the sloth life, eating junk food, working from home all day, watching shows, having sex, hanging around with the girls.

  In the morning, he woke up, yawned and checked his stats.

  Evil Thought

  Tokens

  Gula

  9

  Luxuria

  11

  Avaritia

  5

  Superbia

  5

  Invidia

  0

  Ira

  4

  Acedia

  10

  He thought about the tokens for a sleepy minute. It was apparent which of the girls were happy with him and which were definitely not. And he had tried fucking the tokens out of them, it hadn’t worked. Ira was grumpier than ever, and he didn’t know what to do with Ava. Lux was happy whenever he stuck his cock into someone, anyone, so at least she was easy to please. Not that he minded at all pleasing her.