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HIM
The moment I saw Alana, I knew. She was destined to be mine. Her plum-colored hair was up in a high ponytail, and she didn’t have makeup on to distract from her features. Her gray eyes were lit up with laughter, and it spread her plump lips wide with a smile, allowing me to see her teeth. If I’m being honest, her teeth are my favorite thing about her. They’re not cookie-cutter “I had braces as a teenager” teeth. Her two front top teeth are slightly bigger than average, and her canine teeth are as sharp as a vampire’s. They’re even set a little further ahead of the rest of her teeth, as if God knew they needed to be accentuated.
On top of these little things that make her smile unique, it is blindingly white. Captivating. Her body is just as sinful as her face. She’s on the shorter side, maybe five foot three, and curvy in all the right spots. She has heavy, full breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded hips. Her perfect ass and luscious thighs are to die for. Her skin is pale and heats easily, both from excitement or embarrassment.
The first night I saw her, I watched her throw her head back and laugh, and I felt myself become aroused as her cheeks reddened with happiness. I fell in love that night. I never believed before that moment that I would fall in love because I thought love at first sight was complete and total bullshit. But that’s exactly what happened.
Ever since that moment, Alana has consumed every waking thought I’ve had. Therefore, I followed her home this evening. After she got suspicious when I was tailing her earlier, I sped up and passed her. I pulled off onto the next exit and took a different road to her apartment complex. Fortunately, this isn’t the first time I’ve visited her, and I have her address memorized.
I smile as I remember watching her party and dance the night away with her friends downtown. Toward the end of the night, I opened my Uber app and started accepting work. I quickly tapped her request for a pick up, knowing she had been drinking too much to remember the ride the next morning. They laughed and spoke unintelligibly for most of the ride, which made it easy to glance at them often without being noticed. I took her and her friends back to her apartment with my prick rigid and screaming for the entire drive. It was the biggest test of patience I’ve ever endured. After they were safely inside, I left flowers on her welcome mat. I knew she drank too much and wanted her to wake up to something as beautiful as she is.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts of her as I realize she’s stepping out of her car. It’s an old maroon G6 that has seen better days. There are a few rust spots on the bumper, and it has a faulty battery. When the time comes, I’m going to buy her something new. That car is unsafe, and I won’t have her out risking her life when she’s officially mine. She reaches across the cup holders into the passenger seat and grabs her bag, then walks to the front door.
I’m glad she lives in this specific building. The security latch broke before she moved in, so without security cameras, anyone can come and go as they please. It’s fate. The first time I entered her apartment was easy. I didn’t even have to pick the lock, I just used my shoulder to hit it, and it popped right open. I couldn’t stay long because it was the middle of the day, but I got to lie on the sheets she sleeps on and use her toothbrush. Knowing she brushes her teeth with something I’ve had in my mouth brings me endless excitement.
She walks up the stairs to her apartment door, and I get out of my car so that I can see her more clearly. I glance around to make sure nobody is paying me any attention, but it’s late enough that I’m not worried. I have a baseball cap on with a dark jacket over my T-shirt. My features are hidden well. I watch Alana as she disappears into her home.
I creep, using the hedges next to the parking lot to my left for cover. I crouch down and walk around the side of her car. The doors are unlocked, and I swear it’s like she knew I was coming. I slide into the passenger seat and lean over. I press my face into the driving seat. It’s still warm from where her ass pressed against it during the fifteen-minute drive from the bar. I inhale as deeply as I can, trying to get a secondhand smell of her cunt. I guarantee it’s the prettiest shade of pink, with a perfect little clit that peeks out of the hood when she’s aroused. I imagine she’s waxed bald, leaving no crevice hidden. My cock stiffens in my pants, so I unbuckle them. I reach in and grab my shaft, precum already dripping out of the tip. I squeeze once and stroke upward.
Fuck, I can’t wait until her mouth replaces my hand. I’m already close to coming, but I need something of hers to wipe myself with. It’s the next gift I’d like to leave her, so she can see exactly what she does to me. I keep stroking roughly and glance around her car. In the back seat lies a white bathing suit. I grab the bottoms and wrap them around my fat prick. I squeeze the head and grab my balls as tightly as I can stand. The pain does exactly what I intend for it to do, and I beat my dick rapidly until I feel my balls tighten. I snarl like a rabid animal as I picture her open mouth waiting for my hot semen, and that’s all it takes to shoot web after web of thick, scorching cum all over her bathing suit and floorboard.
I grab the bikini bottoms and rub my spunk into the material so that it will linger even after it’s clean. Thinking of her wearing this again with my DNA so close to her snug little pussy is almost enough to get me hard again. Unfortunately, I don’t want to stay longer and risk being seen. It isn’t time for her to know who I am. I blow her a kiss as I stare up through her darkened bedroom window.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, my pet.” I offer into the quiet of the night.
15
Chapter Fifteen
Alana
Andreas hasn’t been back to our store in almost two weeks. Work made the time pass quickly, but every time I come in for a shift, I’m on edge and waiting for him to waltz into the bar. I’ve spent my spare time trying to MyCase him and see if he has any pending sexual assault charges from past employees, but nothing has come up. MyCase is the best thing to come from Indiana. You just type in a first and last name, and their entire legal history is at your fingertips. Andreas hasn’t even had a speeding ticket, though, so in this case, it hasn’t been helpful.
My Friday night bar shift just started, and we’re slammed. There’s some kind of sports convention downtown at Lucas Oil Stadium, and we’re catching the overflow. All the tables in the bar are full, and they’re all from out of town. This means I have to be even more personable than usual. When I’m serving my regulars, I know I don’t have to try very hard to make money. It’s less pressure, and I’m allowed to be myself.
Tonight, fake bitch Alana’s server personality is shining brightly. My voice kicks up a few octaves, and I nod my head excitedly while I read off the list of beer and food specials. My most recent table is four already tipsy early twenty-somethings, two of them men and the other two women. The girls have been giggling and whispering into each other’s ears. The two men seem to think they’re gifts from God, judging by their entitlement.
I don’t get paid enough for this shit.
I drop off beers for four different tables and run to the back to make sure my appetizers are coming out soon when Jim stops me. “Hey, someone called and left a message for you. When you get a minute, go get it from Katie. She wrote it down up front.”
He quickly makes his way out into the dining room to kiss the ass of a disgruntled guest, so I grab my fried pickles and mozzarella sticks and head back to the bar.
It’s so busy, an hour passes before I go talk to Katie about the message. It’s odd that anyone would call this number for me. Everyone important already has my cell phone number. I approach the cashier’s stand and wait for Katie to finish taking an order over the phone.
When she hangs up, I say, “Hey Katie, Jim says there’s a message up here for me?” I glance around the stand to see if the note is anywhere I can see it.
Katie looks up at me and responds, “Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. Some man called and asked for you. I said I’m not allowed to confirm or deny that someone is working for safety reasons, but he insisted he knew you were here. We went back and forth, and I told him we were slammed busy. After that, I said that if he wanted to leave a message for you, I’d make sure you got it.” She searches for the note. “Well shit, where did I put it?”
I help her move around various tickets and to-go bags, but the note is nowhere to be found.
She huffs in frustration, then apologizes and attempts to recite the note from memory, “Alana, I hope your shift is going well, and I hope you enjoyed the flowers I left for you the other day. Please know there are many other gifts on their way. I can’t wait to see you again.”
She tells me she remembers what he said pretty well because she was jealous when she heard a man was trying to be romantic. Apparently, her love life has been as dry as mine has as of late.
“That sounds nice and everything, but I haven’t met anyone, and I’m not involved with anyone who should leave me flowers and call me at work. You’re sure he said Alana and not Holly? I know she’s dating some new dude she met on Tinder.”
She assures me he said Alana, and I suddenly remember the flowers that were left on my doorstep after our girl’s night out. But who the hell would have left them there for me? And how would they know where I work and what shifts I’m on? It makes little sense to me. I ask Katie if they gave her a name, but she says he didn’t. The only reasonable answer I can come up with is Andreas, but the flowers came before the meeting in the office, so even that seems far-fetched.
