by Molly Hoffer
Emotionally, I was turned on by the idea of getting to know him better. Even when he was living in the same apartment with me, we didn’t talk much. Having him around that whole year in the limo and at the dinner table made him feel now like an old-time comfortable friend. Before, I always had a sense that he was attracted to me, and that he wanted to chat with me when we were alone together, and that I stopped these from happening by ignoring him. But, now our dynamic had changed, as I wanted to start up a conversation with him, and he was clearly avoiding me.
I remembered his diary entries, and my snooping on him, and I got really curious about what his life was like now, if it was that bad before. I was, after all, pretty responsible for his decision to leave the good life behind and start on his career as a handyman. There was only one thing I could think to do and that was to follow him home and to try to find out if I had caused unrepairable damage or if he was doing pretty well, as he would’ve said, if I asked him about it at work.
It was a couple of months after Nick started working for my company, on a Thursday. Dominic finished work at 6pm because I deliberately gave him more assignments than usual to make sure that we were last to leave, and there was no chance somebody would’ve noticed that I was following him.
It was tricky to get the second elevator to come up at the same time as the first, but I had lucked out and I managed to get downstairs before Nick disappeared in the Metro station, where he was headed. I ran to follow him there and jumped the toll machine because I didn’t have a toll coin on me and it would’ve taken too long to buy one. I had to look around to catch him once inside. I scanned the side of the station that was labeled “To Brooklyn” and saw him going down that staircase. I rushed over there, and only slowed down when I was heading down the stairs, in case he stopped near the steps. I tried to follow behind a tall and fat businessman to disguise myself from view. Nick went to the middle of the train tracks, so I had to sneak closer to his position, so that I was to end up in a neighboring train car, to avoid getting scene. The further I went, the more illogical it would’ve been if Nicholas spotted me. I mean if he spotted me behind him in Manhattan, he would’ve thought, “Hm… weird” and at the train station, it wasn’t that odd, but if he found me running after him in a random station in Brooklyn it would’ve gotten awkward… Either way, I got more careful, and tried to observe him from a bended position that he couldn’t see me from. Finally, he got off at a stop in Brooklyn that was outdoors. I was glad that it was around 7pm by that point, so it was just dark enough for me to blend into the surroundings. Thankfully, there was also a couple dozen other people that got off at that stop so I wasn’t that noticeable. I followed him at a couple of blocks distance as he went down a wide street, and then took a turn at a dumpy-looking avenue that was covered by some shady apartment complexes, and a few scattered graffiti-covered houses.
He entered a basement apartment at the back of one of these houses, which looked like it housed around six different families because it had a lot of doors, and a couple of kids were sitting on the stairway, one brownish and the other whitish, so clearly there was either more than one family in the place, or a mixed family I guess… but anyway from my limited experience with those types of houses, around six families usually lived in them between the attic and the basement.
I had stopped a block away on the other side of the street, unsure if I could approach any closer, and what exactly I would do if I did… Ask the kids about him? What if he could see me from his window or hear me through the thin walls?
As I waited, I scanned the name of the street I was on, “11th Avenue,” then I squinted my eyes to see the number on the house Nick just entered. It was 209. Hm… I thought. That seems familiar… Why does it seem familiar…? I have a photographic memory, if you guys haven’t figured this out by my narrative so far. And the only logical place I could’ve seen it before was somewhere associated with Nick, and I had only gone snooping once before… Of course, I realized, 209 11th Avenue was the address I found when I ran the background check on the guy who was calling Nick. I never really found out who that guy was, but from the diary entries he must’ve been a foster parent or Nick’s relation. I remembered that he said that his mom abandoned him and then kept trying to reunite with him, but there wasn’t anything there about a dad… So, who was this guy?
I just had to find out. I had to see what it was like inside of Nick’s world. How did people in basement apartments in Brooklyn live? What kind of a life did I condemn him to by screwing him over? Why hadn’t he hit on me in the last couple of months to try and get with me to get out of this dump? It was a mystery I had to solve, and I had to solve it that night. I decided that if I waited at the corner pizza shop for another hour, it would be 8:30pm, not past bedtime, and also long enough into the night so that it wouldn’t be obvious that I followed Nick home. I ate some fantastic, thin cheesy Brooklyn pizza, as I reflected on what I would say and do when the time came. When my clock reached exactly 8:30pm, I said “thanks” to the waiter, crossed the street and approached the door that led into Nick’s apartment. The kids had gone, and there were now teenagers and adults on the steps of a few other houses, and on corners, who all looked like they would cause some trouble. Seeing my short skirt, one of them howled at me, which I did my best to take as a complement, by smiling to him in reply.
I knocked on the door, and after a bit of a wait, a middle-aged, tattooed, muscular man came to the door. His eyes were glazed over and his pupils dilated, as if he was about to overdose.
“Yea, what you wan’?” he asked, trying to remain conscious.
“Er… I’m here to see Nicholas,” I mumbled.
“Ah…” he said, annoyed to be disturbed, but happy that I wasn’t there to see him.
He went inside, and a few moments later Nick came out to meet me in the doorway. His mouth dropped open. “Are you freakin’ following me!?” he shouted.
“No!” I exclaimed, trying to look convincing. “I had your address from your employment form…” I was pretty sure that it was the address he listed, but there was a small chance that it wasn’t, so I paused, waiting for him to fill in the gaps.
“Yea…” he confirmed to my relief, “So, why are you here?!”
“I just wanted to come by to burry old hatchets.”
“You kept a hatchet?”
“You know, I mean, I’d like to have a chat and try to reconnect, put the past behind us. It’s normal enough for people to socialize with co-workers isn’t it?”
“You’re crazy… Why didn’t you just socialize with me during the lunch break?”
“I didn’t want to have a conversation about… you know… at work…”
“Hm…” he relaxed a bit, his eyes shrunk in size. He looked like he was about to call the cops on a stalker for a while there. “Fine, OK, come in.”
He stepped out of the doorway long enough for me to squeeze in past him, as he closed the door behind me, scanning some of the shady characters I noticed earlier that were looking in our direction because our debate got pretty loud.
The apartment was a little studio with a bed and a couch for the two men living in it. There was also a dining table, a small ancient box of a TV, and a bunch of little knick-knacks were scattered across the floor, the table, and the kitchen counter, which was in a nook at the further part of the apartment.
Everything from the smell of rotting garbage and the sight of the tattooed guy stretching so wide on the bed that he made a show out of his enormous falling out belly made me want to run out of there. But, strangely, seeing Nick in the middle of the gutter turned me on. Some people don’t really get why a guy might want to be spanked by a dominatrix, well I guess there was some fetish that Nick brought out in me. I had thought that I must have been attracted to poor young guys, but my waiter experiment proved that this wasn’t the element that pulled me in. So, I was looking around Nick’s apartment trying to figure out what it was that was hot about all this.
Nick noticed my glance and the silence, and said, “I see that you’re really good at this whole socializing thing.”
“Er… oh, yea… Well, you know, I wanted to apologize for what I said, you know, on that morning when you decided to leave us… I can own up to it, I’m a spoiled brat, it’s not like you didn’t realize it beforehand?”
“Yea, I think I had a clue. I’m really over all that. I mean, it’s not like your parents were seriously going to adopt me, and after I turned eighteen, they really weren’t technically ‘fostering’ me anymore, so I seriously had to move out.”
“Oh, good, I’m glad that’s how you see it…”
“Wha? You guys were like foster siblings? That’s weird,” the tattooed guy said, overhearing something that startled him out of his drunken reverie.
“Yes, Mr…?” I commented, hoping for more information about him.
“Mr. Krest, or Sam, he’s my birth-father. I reconnected with him after I left you guys.”
“Er? I thought you were going to rent a place on the money you made from selling our stuff?”
“No, I wouldn’t have lasted long on my own if I thought like that. There’s only so far a dollar will go. Rent is too expensive now-a-days even in Brooklyn.”
“But, why didn’t you go back to living with your dad before; wouldn’t it have gotten you out of the system?”
“No. I couldn’t move in with a… an ex-con before I turned eighteen, but after that it was pretty much nobody’s business if I lived with a con or whatever.”
“Ah… Yea, I can see how that makes sense,” I said, recalling the long record that Sam had based on my background check on him.
Once again, Nick hit on some nerve in me that responded to him with hot flashes of attraction. I mean, he decided to move in with his con dad, and hadn’t even called me all these years just because I told him I wanted him to get out. I think I had said that to each of my siblings hundreds of times, and if they hadn’t found better accommodations elsewhere, they would’ve have moved a muscle just from hearing my bitching.
“You’ve made it work, and that’s all that matters,” I added, after Nick didn’t reply for a bit, uncertain if I was insulting or complementing him.
“Yea, yea,” Nicked scanned his place, and his dad, who had lifted his leg up and was now stretching it against a wall. “Hey, maybe we should continue this chat somewhere else…” Nick said, looking up at me quizzically, with one eyebrow up.
“Definitely, sure, I mean I could… but, yea…”
“Yea, I get you.”
Nick grabbed his wallet and keys, and showed me out.
It was now dark outside, and somehow the streets had emptied up, perhaps because even the crooks didn’t want to be outside at that hour in that neighborhood.
“Where do you wanna go?” I asked, blinking up at him coquettishly.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Nah… not particularly,” I said, leaving room for him to insist if he was hungry.
“Are there any movies you wanna see?”
“Hm… not really…”
“It’s not like I can take you to a Broadway show…” Nick said, and looked like he regretted making the suggestion that he was trying to take me out on a date.
I saw this as an opening because I hadn’t realized until that moment if he was still pouting about our past, or seeing me as his boss. The suggestion that he would’ve taken me to Broadway if he could meant that he was perhaps as attracted to me at that moment as I was to him, so I could wiggle into this opening to direct events in the direction I was hoping for.
“Why don’t we just go back to Manhattan… there’s more to do there,” I suggested.
The idea hadn’t occurred to Nick because a train ride back after just returning and at that hour was too much for even the most eager Brooklyn partygoer. “How would we do that?” he asked.
“I’ll fetch a cab,” I replied, unsure why he saw the return as problematic.
“A cab… but it would cost… er… never mind,” he concluded, deciding to let me carry the wallet for the outing.
We walked a couple of blocks to the main street along which the trains ran, and sure enough, there was a cab a few blocks away. We walked over to it, and found a sleeping cabby, who was only too happy to let us in when he heard where we were headed.
“Manhattan,” I initially said.
“What in Manhattan are you looking for?”
I scanned Nick and since he didn’t reply, and only shrugged, I decided to leave it as a mystery for the moment, “We don’t know yet, we’ll decide on the way.”
The ride over was pretty romantic. It was dark in the cab, and there were windows on all sides, unlike in my limo, so we could see the streets and highways changing, lights flying by, the bay from a distance, and the channel from the Verrazano Bridge. This was also a different perspective from when I was driving around the city myself because I could space out and really look around at the people, the food carts, the buses, the potholes… Oy, there were a lot of potholes.
I looked over at Nick after a while and noticed that he was also spacing out, and also thinking about what those passing images meant to him. Had he eaten a great street hotdog with his dad before he was put in foster care? Did he have a memory of driving over Verrazano for the first time on his first trip to the big City? I realized that I could be asking him these questions instead of thinking about what the answers would be, now that I had stalked him all the way to Brooklyn to get him in a car with me.
“Great view, isn’t it?” I asked him before we finished going over Verrazano.
“Fantastic. I wish we got a better look of it on the train, but it goes underground to get across.”
“I know, I noticed that…” I realized that I should’ve have said that after I did.
“You’ve taken the train?” he asked surprised. “Why?”
“Ah… I don’t, I think my chauffeur had a day off…”
“I thought we… I mean you had a couple of chauffeurs that switched around between everybody in your family?”
“Maybe at one point, but maybe they started getting time off, or maybe it was something else… I don’t really remember…”
We both couldn’t think of what to say next for a bit, and stared at the highway. Then, the first Manhattan exit was coming up and the cab driver asked, “So, you decided where you want to go?”
I looked at Nick’s face to estimate what he was up for.
“It’s up to you,” he said, politely.
“Why don’t we just over to my place, unless you really want to go to Broadway or something like that?”
“Hm…” Nick was putting on a bit of a poker face. “Yea, I can go to your place. That works.”
I gave the address my address, and the cab stopped at my curb around fifteen minutes later. I had enough cash on me to pay him in $100 bills, and it took a couple of them to pay for that trip. I felt a bit shy about paying in front of Nick because it was pretty unusual for me to pay on a date. I mean, if I was screwing somebody like that waiter I told you guys about, I’d just jump him and maybe pay for my own hotel room… Well, I guess it wasn’t that weird. But, still, most of the guys I was seeing had enough to pay for whatever we were doing… I think that paying for the cab again made me a bit horny…
I led the way into the complex. We took the elevator to the top floor. I unlocked my door and Nick followed me in.
Only at that point did my thoughts return to me, and I realized that I had to act to take down my prey. If I had waited for Nick to make a move, I’d still be standing in the darkness of my flat now.
I took a light step towards him and kissed him lightly on the mouth, leaving a bit of room for him to object. He didn’t, and as I was beginning to separate my lips from his, he kissed me back pretty aggressively. He had a lot of pent up frustration to release. He pulled me towards his chest and embraced me in his arms, as he continued a very powerful kiss. Up close, I could feel that h
e had a raging boner, and I liked the familiar way his cock felt against my thighs.
I gently guided him towards my bedroom, as we continued kissing each other’s faces, and massaging each other’s backs and butts.
“I missed you Nick,” I said, as he pushed me lightly onto my bed.
“Yea bitch, you know I’ve always loved you, and that I missed you too.”
Was it necessary for him to curse at that moment? Perhaps it was because I suddenly felt vulnerable and as if I wanted him to overpower me, and to take me in a way that would punish me for how naughty I was to him.
“You think I’ve been a bad girl?” I asked, winking.
“Yea, you have; now, turn over,” Nick insisted, seeing that I was in the mood to play.
It didn’t surprise me that I was turned on by him taking charge, just like I was into him playing submissive before. I turned over on the bed, and slid towards the middle of the mattress, sticking my round butt upwards towards him suggestively.
He reached down and pulled my thong off a bit more roughly than I expected. His muscles really had developed since we last hooked up.
Without taking my dress off, and without having the presence of mind to do anything else, he penetrated my pussy with his considerable cock, and began thrusting into me like a dog in heat. I contracted my vagina rhythmically over his cock as feeling him inside me made me feel like I did when I had a cat as a kid and I’d cuddle it on my bed… well not exactly like that, but better. I mean, his cock was so warm, and moist, and was massaging and relaxing some inner muscles that had been abandoned as I had concentrated on other things.
“Suck it!” he said turning me over and approaching my face with his erect cock.
“Uuu, looks tasty,” I said and stroked the edge of his cock with my tongue, toying with his stamina.
