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“No, Arty. Bring that boat straight back! Understand?”
“Da, Boss.”
I know he’ll go straight back as ordered now. He knows it would be tough to play cards with two broken hands. A few moments pass, and he’s far enough away now that he won’t be able to hear the music. I put a disc into the cd player near my controls and play the fishing village song. I hope Arty doesn’t know I was bluffing about the hassle this one girl might cause me. I take out my cell phone to make a call.
“Brenda, yeah. Can you go to the house in an hour and give those clothes to Artyom when he stops by? Then wait for me, Okay? Text me when you get there. Good, see you later.”
7
MARIKA
By the time I reach the city, I’m so drained from the events of today that I just want to take shelter in my new apartment as soon as possible. The written instructions I was given before I left Sonomi’s office earlier today reference a separate, residents-only parking garage with restricted access. I park in my assigned spot, #G-35, and make my way to the elevator that will take me to the residential floor of the Siren Sound Studios building.
I scan my key fob on the magnetic reader above the number pad. Then I enter the four-digit security code, one eight three Seven, and wait for the elevator doors to open. Once inside, I have to scan my key fob again before I’m able to press the H button to reach the housing level.
This must be the safest building in all of Philadelphia,I think to myself as I step off the shiny, black marbled floor of the elevator. My aching feet are met with plush, crimson carpeting so soft that I actually moan with relief. I'm so exhausted that it takes a few moments before I notice the opulent residential lobby surrounding me. It seems to be oriented in such a way that I have to walk through the entire, sprawling lobby in order to reach the corridor that leads to my apartment.
I look up and see one of the largest, most intricate murals I’ve ever seen painted onto the dome ceiling. It’s a scene set with turbulent ocean waters lining the circular perimeter and dark storm clouds hovering above. There is a round skylight in the center of the dome above where the storm clouds are painted. The night sky makes it look like a dark, ominous eye looking out over the entire lobby.
I count eight wooden, three-masted sailing ships painted all around the dome, each with a different figurehead of some kind of marine animal on the front. The ships each have a number painted on, one through eight, near their stern. They are all pointing toward a giant creature with eight tentacles and a peculiar-looking head. It’s a monstrous sea beast but it also has human-like facial features that look vaguely familiar. It takes me a moment to pinpoint where I recognize the face, but once it hits me, I can’t help but chuckle out loud. It’s Sonomi Sagawa. I also realize it’s the same likeness as on the stamp she uses in her office. She must really like the look of her own face.
I make my way across the lobby and make a right turn down the hallway, as written on the instructions I was given. Thankfully, apartment H-20 isn't very far down, so I'm able to reach my front door without collapsing in exhaustion. I use the magnetic keycard I was given to open the door and fumble around for a moment in complete darkness. While feeling along the wall, I finally find the light switch, just as the substantially heavy front door shuts and locks automatically. I’m instantly hit with the biting cold air in the room, which jolts me out of my fatigued state. I locate the air conditioning thermostat in between the light switch and the alarm system and turn it completely off. With how cold I feel right now, it’ll be hours before the room warms up enough to where I’ll need to cool it back down.
I take the next few minutes to explore my new home. The decor inside the apartment is simpler and more contemporary than the lobby but still very sleek and sophisticated. The varying tones of charcoal contrasted with the occasional accent of deep crimson give the place a hip, ultra-modern atmosphere.
It has an open layout, with the kitchen and dining area directly to my left and a short hallway that leads to a bathroom directly to my right. With nothing but furniture obstructing my view, I can see clear across the apartment into the living room. The wall opposite me is floor-to-ceiling glass, with a set of French-style glass doors that lead to an outdoor balcony area. As I slowly make my way across the apartment, I’m in a state of awe at the bright lights of the Philadelphia nighttime cityscape. I almost don’t notice the set of French doors to my right. These doors have frosted, slate-colored glass in the center and a jet-black wooden frame. Upon opening the doors, I see that the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, along with the balcony, extends all along the length of the apartment. To my right is another set of French doors with frosted glass that leads to an en suite master bathroom.
I consider taking a bath but decide against it when I remember that I hadn’t thought to bring any extra clothes besides underwear, not even pajamas. I figured I could treat myself to a little shopping once I got to the city, but I did not anticipate how dead-tired I would be, especially since the night is still fairly young.
I turn my attention to the enormous, king-size bed situated against the very center of the far wall. Fluffy, charcoal-colored pillows rest against a black, quilted headboard, reminding me of storm clouds in the night sky. I’m admiring the lush, wine-red duvet when the exhaustion begins to creep back in. But the thought of crawling into my fancy, new bed in my street clothes has me grimacing.
I could just sleep naked or in my underwear, but it’s still so damn cold in here. Maybe I can get under the covers quickly, after undressing, to avoid freezing to death. I rip off my blouse while simultaneously kicking off my shoes, peel off my jean shorts and jump into bed as quickly as possible. The smooth silk sheets feel like ice against my bare skin, and I begin to shiver.How the heck am I supposed to get to sleep like this?I think to myself as I curl into a fetal position.
Well, there is one way.One failsafe, sure-fire way to warm up almost instantly when you find yourself alone in a freezing cold bed, what I like to call ‘me time’. The image of Josef charging through the doors of Sonomi’s office earlier today suddenly pops into my head. I recall the way the intensity in his ocean-blue eyes gave me a warm, fluttery feeling just below my belly button. I shut my eyes and hold his image in my head as that same warmth begins to grow inside me again. I move my balled-up hands from my chest down to my abdomen, right where the warmth is, and press against it just a bit.
Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. I literally didn’t know this guy even existed until this morning. All I know about him now is that he and Sonomi Sagawa do not like each other, and he lives in a house where supposedly, two people were brutally murdered. Besides, it seems a little wrong to fantasize about someone I haven't known for even an entire day. Like it’s kind of… Well, slutty.
The sluttiest virgin in town!I can hear Honey say in my head as I open my eyes, exasperated. She loves to poke fun at me any time I ask her if something I’m wearing is too revealing. It’s a silly thing to worry about, I know. It’s not like I’m actually going to have sex with him. And besides, the only reason I’m even doing this right now is that it’s so damn cold. Thinking about Josef is just helping things along. Just a means to an end.
I move my hands down a little further, slipping them inside my panties, and squeeze my eyes shut again. I wiggle my middle finger, gently working my way between my folds until I find the tip of my clit. I then begin moving my finger around in slow, tight circles as I recall the sound of Josef’s voice, low and gruff when he spoke directly to me.
We’ll be talking to each other soon, Marika.
I let out a faint moan as I bite my lower lip. I decide to change things up a bit, imagining what he looked like in the woods this morning. Except this time, there will be no rude, clothes-thieving bitches around to interrupt us. I remember how the sun had been peeking through the trees, causing little rays of sunlight to cascade down his body. He looked so regal and statuesque standing there, his tan, bulging biceps testing the tensile fabric of his plain white T-shirt.
I recall how vulnerable I felt, crouched and naked, hoping to God he didn’t see me. I wonder what it would have been like if hehadseen me. What it might have been like to feel his eyes all over my exposed body. I can feel my core begin to warm up as I pick up speed, pleasure building deep in my belly. My breathing grows quick and heavy as my now slick finger slips and slides around my bud.
I imagine our eyes meeting and slowly standing up from behind the rock to allow him a better view. He begins walking toward me, slowly at first. I step around to the front of the waist-high rock and lean back against it. I can almost feel the cool roughness of the stone on my bare ass as I picture Josef advancing on me. He quickens his stride when he sees my thighs parting for him, inviting him inside.
I shift from the fetal position onto my back and quickly slip my panties off before planting the soles of my feet flat on the silky, smooth sheets beneath me. I open my legs wide and use my left hand to spread my pussy lips while my right hand continues working my button. In my head, I reach out, grab the waistband of Josef’s black gym shorts, and pull him to me. Our lips meet in a hard, passionate kiss as he wraps his ample, mammoth arms around me. I imagine the sensation of his thick, hard dick bulging through the fabric of his shorts and caressing my bare pussy.
I can feel myself beginning to sweat and pause what I’m doing just long enough to rip the blankets off my now fully naked body, exposing it to the cool air. I position my hands back as they were, this time rapidly moving my middle finger back and forth over the surface of my wet, sensitive pearl. The intensity builds in my belly, and I moan a little with each exhale. I imagine slipping my hand down Josef’s shorts, taking a firm hold of his cock, and pulling it out. I slide the head of his throbbing manhood along my slit until it glistens with my wetness. Once I’m satisfied, I spread my lips open and use the very tip of his cock to massage my aching clit. I can feel the hot, impending eruption of pleasure rising rapidly within me. I take a big deep breath and brace myself, imagining Josef thrusting his hips forward, plunging his rigid shaft deep inside me.
I slide my left middle and index fingers deep inside myself and wonder what Josef's cock would feel like, much bigger, I’m sure. I decide I’m going to treat myself to a toy when I go on my shopping trip tomorrow, but my fingers will have to get the job done in the meantime. I gently pump the fingers on my left hand in and wiggle them back and forth a little before I pull them back out. My right index finger moves faster and faster, swirling around my slick, slippery button. I can see his intense blue eyes piercing mine as I imagine him releasing inside me.
Mari…
I recall how he said my name the last time I saw him. I explode in an intense orgasm, bucking my hips wildly while I whimper and moan.
