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She observed herself in the mirror and ran her hands through her short, red hair. She'd always wanted to grow it out, but long hair was a bit of a liability in her line of work. Or rather, her former line of work. Ah, well. Maybe this was an opportunity to finally Rapunzel it up. Getting to grow her hair out in exchange for moving to the other side of the world and starting an entirely new life for herself wasn't something she would have chosen, if the choice had been hers to make, but that was the hand that life had dealt her, so now she just had to work with it. She couldn't help but notice that her tummy was getting a bit softer, too. After several weeks without exercise, her once well-defined abs had faded a bit. She would have to find a gym out here and get back into it. Or, maybe pick up some exercise equipment.
Her stomach rumbled even as she ran her fingers over it. After twelve hours of sleep and nothing but airplane food for an entire day beforehand, she was ravenous. It was time to venture out of the house and find some food. Before that, though...
She turned and craned her neck to look at her back in the mirror. Yeesh. Her wound had been healing nicely so far, but it still had a ways to go. It ran from her neck down, between her shoulders, to the small of her back. It was still red and inflamed, and a bit tender to the touch. She was definitely going to have a permanent scar, that was becoming more and more clear over the course of her recovery. Just one more thing that she would have to get used to.
She threw on some clothes from her bag, jeans and a T-shirt, and stepped outside.
Fuck. Apparently Missouri was hot as hell in August. She went back inside and swapped the jeans out for a pair of shorts. And then she got in her rental car, sweating in the heat, and drove until she found the nearest supermarket. It didn't take long: it turned out that there was one right across the street. She stalked around inside for a while, and emerged an hour later three-hundred dollars poorer, but with supplies to get her through the next few days: an air mattress and sheets, a folding chair and TV tray table, some kitchen and bathroom stuff, and food to last her for a bit.
Unpacking it all in the apartment didn't take that long. She used the pan she had bought to cook up some eggs, bacon, and pancakes, unfolded the chair and tray table in the middle of the living room, took a seat...
And frowned. Looked around the empty room. Sighed deeply and rubbed her temples. Everything had happened so fast. She didn't know how she should have felt, but numb probably wasn't it. It was like her emotions were running late, as if she had lost them back in one of the airports somewhere. She looked down at her afternoon breakfast, and suddenly it looked less appealing. She considered, for a moment, inflating the air mattress and simply going back to sleep for a while.
"Oh, fuck... Yes, just like that."
Oh. Apparently the neighbors were going at it again. It was the middle of the day. Didn't they have places to be? She checked her phone and realized, oh, wait, it was Saturday. She had lost track in the hecticness of the past few weeks.
"Please. I need you inside of me. You're going to make me beg, aren't you?"
Sounded like they were having fun. These walls were really pretty thin, huh? She would have to keep that in mind, if she ever had someone over for the night. Though, she was going to have to work on the decor before she did that. There was a moan from the next apartment over, and then some muffled words that she couldn't make out, except for one: "Mistress." Nice.
Fuck it. She set her food aside and pulled her laptop out of one of her traveling bags. It was one of the few things that she'd had time to pack before frantically heading for the airport. She opened up her browser and...
Oh, shit. There was no internet set up in this place yet. She scanned through the list of available wifi connections, looking for one that was unsecured. There was one, named GoCards! A big fan of... Card games, she supposed? Well, they were going to be her surrogate internet provider until she was able to get something set up. Hopefully they wouldn't mind her aping some of their bandwidth.
She hadn't looked at porn in ages. She couldn't even remember exactly when the last time that she had masturbated was. She rarely needed to - willing partners had always been abundant in her life, up until now. Maybe they still would be, she wasn't sure, but there certainly wasn't anyone in her life now.
Titties. Guys and girls jerking off and cumming on their own stomachs. Big titties. She found one video that was just a close-up on the faces of two girls kissing, and hell, that was enough to do it for her. Her libido had been more or less non-existent for the past few weeks, but she could feel it coming back to her now.
She tugged at the waist of her shorts, and her cock came springing out to say hello to the world. Good lord, there was already a bit of precum leaking out from the tip. She was pent up, and just the thought of how explosive this was going to be egged her on.
Lube. She needed lube. She didn't have any. Um... She stepped back into the kitchenette and dabbed a bit of cooking oil on her hand. This wasn't going to be her proudest moment, but fuck it, she needed this right now. It worked well enough. She leaned back against the kitchen counter and sighed and bit her lip as she began to stroke, back and forth...
She shivered and shot a rope of pre-cum halfway to the sink, a few feet away. Fucking hell. She was really productive most of the time, but this was a lot even for her. She lifted her shirt and held it up with her teeth as she groped her breasts through her bra.
"Oh fuck... Fuck me, Mistress. Please, I can't wait any longer." More moans through the walls, and now, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. She felt like a bit of a pervert, listening in, but it wasn't as if she had any choice. And besides, it was turning her on. Her hand was more or less covered in pre-cum now. The oil, as it turned out, hadn't really been necessary. She was doing a fine job of lubricating herself. She pinched her nipple through the fabric of her bra, biting down hard on her lip to keep herself from moaning through the walls - that would have been awkward - and upped the pace. There was a puddle of pre on the floor now, and the sheer size of it was bringing her even closer to the edge.
"Milk me, Mistress. Please, my fat fucking cow tits are so full, I need you to-"
Whoa. Kinky shit! And it was her type of kinky shit, too. She had to slow down, otherwise she was going to-
She could hear it. It was faint, but through the walls she could hear the distinctive sound of streams of liquid hitting metal, along with all the other sex sounds. The apartment next door must have been a mirror of her own, which meant that their sink was right on the other side of the wall from hers, which meant that this mystery couple was having sex mere feet away from her. And whoever this very loud person was, they were being milked into the sink. It wasn't just a roleplay, then - her neighbor really was...
Oh fuck. She had to bite down hard on her hand to keep herself from moaning as she absolutely exploded. She thrusted her hips and her stomach rippled with her breaths, and the first stream shot so hard that it actually hit the wall behind the sink in front of her, and then the next hit the cabinet, and then even more landed in the sink, and...
It was as if all the stress of the past few weeks was being pulled right out of her, spilled all over her little kitchenette. She was making a mess, but it was a hot mess, so it didn't matter. She rolled her free hand over her stomach and over her breasts and through her hair, and when it was finally over, she collapsed against the cabinets behind her, breathing heavily.
God.
Damn.
The neighbors were still going at it - if anything they had gotten louder - but she was completely and utterly spent. There had to be a goddamn pint of cum all over her kitchenette now. Or, rather, it couldn't have been a pint, but it sure as hell felt like it. She couldn't remember the last time that she'd had an orgasm that messy and intense.
She felt a lot better. Now that she was catching her breath, most of the numbness from earlier seemed to have left her. Medicating her mental health with masturbation probably wasn't the best solution to her problems, but hell, it worked, didn't it? She actually felt hungry again - even more than before - and she had the energy to actually go outside and do... Something. She wasn't sure what yet.
She pondered it while she cleaned up her mess and then ate her meal. She was down to 700 dollars now. It was early August. Rent had been covered for this month as part of the deal that she was given, but she was going to have to pay it herself starting in September. She needed a job.
She also needed to familiarize herself with the town. If she was going to be staying here for the foreseeable future, she was going to have to figure out how to have fun, and that meant learning what was here. She had no idea what a small town in Midwestern America was like or what there was to do here. Boring and nothing, probably, but maybe she would be surprised.
And she also needed to make a few friends. That was going to be important. The neighbors had gone silent, so they were, apparently, all finished up with their noisy business. Perhaps she could go over and introduce herself? They seemed like they had an interesting sex life, at least.
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UPDATE
The poll is now closed! Here's the results:
Introduce herself to the neighbors.
87.50% (7 votes)
Start looking for jobs.
12.50% (1 votes)
Go explore the town.
0.00% (0 votes)
Seems pretty straightforward to me! The next part is coming in just a moment, so hold tight.
Poll time! What should she do next?
-Start looking for jobs.
-Go explore the town.
-Introduce herself to the neighbors.
Vote here: https://strawpoll.com/3zk4gyjze
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