New Neighbor

(Mason)

I stood in the middle of the shop, looking around at all the work to be done and all the work that was getting done. It was a decent feeling, something that resembled accomplishment. Lucky for me, all that restaurant bullshit had died down. The guy I popped - Mr. Johnson - decided to let everything go. That was good. I didn’t need a legal battle for something that I shouldn’t have stepped into anyway. It still bothered me that I did it. Better yet, the woman I defended was my new neighbor.

Some prissy fucking woman with a clean apartment, dreams in her eyes, always looking nice, working hard, never bringing a guy home. What the fuck was that? Didn’t she enjoy her life? Or did she just work all the time? Probably chasing away the sting of some kind of failure. See, a guy like me could rip that wound open and properly fix it. I’d ride her to a world of pleasure she never knew existed.

I rubbed my chin, pissed off that she still popped into my mind at the weirdest times.

From the corner of my eye I saw Hunter come through the shop with a folder.

He waved me over.

“We’ve got a small issue here,” Hunter said.

“I don’t like issues.”

“Our one parts supplier got delayed with shipments because of some fucking storm,” he said. “We’re going to fall behind on three projects.”

“That can’t happen.”

“I can’t make parts appear.”

I looked around the shop. I pointed to two of my guys - Andy and Thorn. I stuck my fingers into my mouth and whistled. They looked up at me.

“Boss man,” Andy said, wiping his hands.

“I need you two fools to head out for a road trip. Take my truck and go see Ronnie.”

“Ronnie,” Thorn said. “As in… five hours away Ronnie?”

“Exactly,” I said. I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out cash. “Here’s what you do. Hunter is giving you a list of parts we need. Ronnie will give you shit about it. Tell him to fuck himself. Stop and get some whiskey and a carton of smokes. I’ll call him ahead with what we need. But you know him. He loves his junkyard more than his dick.”

“You sure about this?” Andy asked.

“We have no choice,” I said. “Take this cash. Go enjoy yourselves. There’s a strip club you’ll like. Ask for Big Dan. Tell him I sent you. Trust me, you’ll thank me later. If you run into a guy named Pete, don’t mention me.”

“You owe him money?” Andy asked.

“No. I fucked his wife.”

“Jesus,” Thorn said. “You have no boundaries.”

“This cash should be enough for gas, food, pussy, and parts. If not, charge what you can and bring me the receipt. Stay punched in until you get back.”

“Boss man,” Andy said. “That’s too much.”

“No it’s not. We have people relying on us. Now go.” I looked at Hunter. “Happy now?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

I walked away.

I kept myself hidden in my office, staring at the calendar. Dates didn’t mean much to me, but there were a few that struck me. There was one coming up really fucking soon. It would sink its teeth into me like a poisonous animal and linger for days.

God help anyone in my path during this time.

I reached for the calendar and ripped it off the wall. I stepped on it, leaving a huge black footprint. Half on the dates and half on the mostly naked woman leaning over a motorcycle.

I’d rather ride the motorcycle…

I left the shop and went for a ride.

I then talked to Hunter. Everything was smooth. I gave Ronnie a quick call. He was pissed that I was bothering him and that my guys were going to be digging around in his parts. But he caved after a few minutes. Ronnie was a good man. He understood me. He understood the way the world worked. Not just by circling the sun and spinning to waste time. But by trying to dodge out of the way of the knife each time it came at you. And sometimes no matter what you did that knife would catch you.

I stopped for a pizza and a six pack and then called it a fucking day.

If I went to a bar I would have brought something new home to play with for the night. But my mind seemed to be a little one track.

I wanted to play with Violet.

Her name was as precious as she looked. Innocence radiated off her in a way I never saw on someone before. The perfect girl. The good girl. But I knew inside every good girl was a bad girl using her sex claws, wanting to get out.

The thing though… I had no fucking clue the storm I was about to kick up…

* * *

I sat in the hallway and finished another beer.

Violet finally came home.

She walked the hallway, those little hips bouncing left to right, counting the seconds as blood rushed to my dick.

“Uh, hey,” she said.

Her cheeks were flush and she tried to look away.

“How was your day, babe?” I asked.

“Fine.”

She turned at her door and fumbled with her keys. She jammed a key into the lock and it wouldn’t turn. When she took the key out, she dropped the entire keyring.

“Shit,” she said as she bent over.

Hello ass in my face.

I bit into my pizza and gave a nod. Her jeans cupped her ass in a way that I was actually jealous of her back pockets for a few seconds.

“Not a bad view at all out here,” I said.

Violet gasped and stood up, spinning around. “What do you want, Mason?”

“Now we can get to business,” I said. “But before that… you used the wrong key. Your heart belong somewhere else?”

“What? No. It’s my old place.”

“You kept the key?”

“I can still go there.”

“Ah,” I said. “Your boyfriend booted you, huh? What happened? He find someone a little crazier between the sheets? You wouldn’t give up the backdoor I bet. You have that look. See, the trick is to just bite into a pillow and let it happen. Relax a little. Just my advice.”

The look of disgust on Violet’s face was priceless. I should have gotten a picture of her. That look was generally my lasting impression on women. I took pride in it.

I stuffed my mouth full of more pizza, chewed, swallowed, drank beer, and burped.

“Real nice,” Violet said. “For the record, asshole, I was living with my friend Victoria. I made enough money to get my own place. So whatever you think you’re doing right now, just stop.”

“You lived with another woman,” I said. “I’m picturing that in my mind. Pillow fights in your undies and bras. Experimenting with each other. I bet you let her touch you, huh? You didn’t use that vibrator. Fuck no. You used her fingers.”

“You’re disgusting. I hope you go to jail for hitting that guy.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. I got off all charges. And speaking of getting off, come over here. Let me tell you a story without talking.”

“Just stay on your side of the hallway and your apartment. I don’t want to see you or talk to you, Mason. I already thanked you for what you did.”

“But you still owe me.”

“Is that what you do? Trade favors for sex?”

“What else would we trade?”

“Gross,” Violet said.

She could play it all she wanted, but I could see deep in her eyes she was intrigued. She turned and got the right key in the lock.

“Why are you sitting out here anyway?” she asked with her door open.

I leaned to my right and looked into her apartment. Perfectly pristine. It screamed good girl in the worst way possible. I hated everything about the apartment. Shit, maybe I even hated her.

“I’m enjoying the view,” I said.

“Whatever.”

Violet shut the door. I pointed at the main lock and then at the deadbolt. They both clicked shut.

I smiled.

I had to be honest.

The person that lived there before Violet was some dude who worked in finance. He moved in, hated me, and then found a woman. He would knock on my door over the dumbest shit so I would do dumb shit to piss him off. When I finally reached my breaking point, I clocked him in the nose and a week later he moved out.

It was amazing what my hands did.

If I hit a guy, he listened to me. I controlled him. I had all the fucking power I wanted. And if I didn’t, I’d keep hitting until I got it.

If I was with a woman, my hands did other things, bringing them ecstasy in a way that they would only moan my name as they came all over my fingers. Of course, my fingers were prequel to my tongue and they only made way for my huge cock to take care of the rest.

I finished another slice of pizza and twisted off the cap of beer number six.

Violet’s door opened and she stood with a basket of laundry. She let out a yell when she saw me still there.

“Really?” she asked.

I winked. “The view just got so much better again.”

“Fuck off.”

“Come here. I’ll fucking get you off. I know you’re aching for it, babe. Slide those pants down and open your legs a little. I don’t need much room to get my razor tongue between your lips. Find that clit of yours and just go to town. I promise you… you’ll leave scratch marks in the walls that could only be repaired by sanding the wall down and repainting it.”

“You’re so full of confidence, Mason,” Violet said. “But I think you’re full of shit. You just want attention.”

I forced myself to stand. The beer was feeling good inside me. But Violet was feeling better. At least in my mind. Running my hands down her face. Touching her waist. Finding out just how supple those tits of hers were. Fuck, they filled out the top of her shirt really nice.

“Yeah, maybe I want attention,” I said. “But I want your orgasm, babe. I want your pleasure. I’m going to get it.”

“Are you threatening me?”

I laughed. “Not even close, babe. Go do your laundry like a good girl. The basement gets a little scary. Need me to walk you down?”

“No,” Violet said without hesitation.

I glanced down at her clothes and right on top was a pink thong.

I nodded. “Not bad.”

Violet realized what I was looking at and she hurried to stir up the clothes. Then she got away from me, telling me one more time that I was an asshole. That was fine by me. I loved being the asshole. I loved being hated.

I stared at her ass the entire time she walked away.

Then I went into my apartment.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about pulling that pink thong off her body… using nothing but my fucking teeth.