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“Good. Then it’s settled. We’ll keep planning, and we’ll prepare for Sunshine to join us in our exit.” Draven hung up the phone before either of us could argue his logic.
thirteen
Tony
“Is this wise?” Costas asked through the coms. He hadn’t been able to gain access to her apartment this week from her boyfriend always being there, so I needed a glimpse of the inside for myself. Soon, we’d infiltrate her phone to know her exact movements, but we needed to see a little more of her life than following her could provide.
“I need to know,” I muttered. “She wears the same pantsuits through her week like I wouldn’t notice, so I need to see the state of her residence to see if it’s a choice or if she’s forced.”
Costas typed away on his computer in the car, researching the things I asked him to as I did this. Walking by the small window near the front, I noticed a secondhand couch in front of it on their side of the wall with holes and tears being held together by duct tape. My insight on the place wasn’t much. I could only spot a few things thanks to a tear in the curtain. The major thing I noticed? She didn’t have a table for dining. No, she had half a folding table with two chairs.
“It’s worse than we thought. She lives in complete poverty.” My heart already ached as I left the trifling scene to venture where’d she’d be in her small home. Her bedroom had a window with the blinds up, revealing everything to me. “Are you still inside her employment files?”
“Yes?” he questioned why I’d be wondering.
“How much does she make?” I demanded he tell me as I made my way around the outside hall between flats on the third level. Her window had a small ledge on the outside of it for plants, and a rickety ladder for a fire escape. Stepping onto it, I waited for Costas to find the things I needed access to.
Not looking down, I held onto the ladder ledge above my head to make my way to see into her private space. Just as I leapt and landed on her perch, I heard Costas clear his throat. “I don’t think you want me to tell you, sir. It’s less than livable in this economy.”
“She’s a social worker. She should be making plenty,” I grumbled, knowing that wasn’t how the world worked. In the U.S., they favored capitalism, and she wasn’t in the one percent.
“I’ve hacked into the main frame. Would you like me to give her a raise?”
“Not as much as she needs for a place that isn’t in shambles without them knowing,” I scoffed. “But yes, do give her a raise, and make sure it’s a noticeable one. I want her feeling like she can afford a dream.”
“Yes, sir.” He typed away just as I let my eyes cast over the dark room. To the average eye under the moonlight, they would assume she slept on her bed, but I saw the subtle movement over her center.
“Antonio,” she breathed my name, moaning into her pillow. The sudden surprise of hearing my name had me losing my grip and almost slipping from the ledge I steadied myself on. Did I hear her right? My heart began to hammer in my chest, unsure if I had heard her correctly, or maybe it came from the brush of death that had me fixing my footing. “Yes, Antonio, right there.”
The woman bit into the pillow next to her head and rolled a little toward me without knowing I watched. In a loose tank top, one of her breasts spilled from the side, revealing her hard nipple in a dusky pink. I wanted nothing more than to let my teeth sink around it.
Within my pants, I felt the instant hardness hit me by surprise. Part of me wanted to announce my arrival, showing her the real version was tenfold what her imagination could draw up, but I knew my place. We were only watching for now.
“Draven,” she whimpered. My eyes widened, understanding her fantasy had her centered between two men she didn’t think knew each other. Little did she know we thought about this same scenario and planned to fulfill these daydreams with her.
Her hips began to buck against her fingers. I had to place my ear next to the pane of glass to hear more than her louder moments. The telling sound of her slick cunt had me pulling down the zipper to my business slacks. Slipping the button through the hole, I let my member spring loose as I watched her writhing in her sheets with my name falling from her exquisite lips.
“Is she…” Costas couldn’t finish, hearing the subtle sounds of Emilia touching herself.
“Yes,” I rasped, frozen in witnessing her solo work to make her cum. Stroking myself, I couldn’t stop from the sight of her losing it. Her tresses splayed perfectly over her pillow, glowing under the moonlight like she could be the sun in the night.
“Please,” she begged to me through her fantasy. “Please, touch me.”
My dick throbbed and bobbed from the choice in her words. This would make our next meeting a little livelier now that I knew she got off with me and Draven on her mind.
“Yes, yes! Right there!” She grew close, pinching her exposed nipple with her freehand. Pulling up on it, she released it for me to watch it jiggle back into place. Her bed was nothing more than a box spring and mattress on the floor, but she made the scene more delicious than an overpaid prostitute working for a tip.
Her hips swiveled over her fingers more, her wrist circling faster. Next, she removed the pillow from behind her head and began gyrating against it between her legs. The pillow humping had me gritting my teeth because I wanted my dick to be the thing she worked herself against.
Her excitement grew, building the tension her clit needed to stimulate her pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me…” she chanted like a prayer, pleading for me to slip in through the window and do just as she asked. Would it be a crime to fuck someone as they slept if they secretly wanted you to? She did beg me to fuck her within her thoughts, so maybe I would when she rested, never knowing, but her hungry soul would. I just wanted her release to cover my cock for me to use for my own masturbation.
Before I knew it, she tipped herself over the edge as I peered through the window at her. She went to remove the pillow as she started, but her legs locked around it as she quaked and spasmed. I’d give anything for my head to be in place of that pillow.
Licking my lips, I observed how she caught her breath before fixing herself. I loved how spent she looked after thinking of me, but I’d make sure she couldn’t walk if I ever truly got my hands on her. Her legs would cramp from clamping so hard around my head as I riddled her in endless orgasms.
Slowly touching myself, I watched her sit up and fan her flushed chest. Her eyes drifted over to my spot, hidden to her eye from how I slouched over the corner. She stood from the bed and placed her perfect tit back inside her dress before waltzing toward the window. Gaining my footing, I made sure to stand at my full height as I pressed myself flush against the wall. My hard cock stuck straight out, but it would be above her petite frame with how it sat over her height.
Opening the window, she closed her eyes and took many deep breaths. A sadness swept over her features as she thought more about what she had done with her boyfriend in the other room. She needed my help to reach her end because he never offered. How dare he not dash in here and sate her himself? By how lowly she looked, I could tell he never did. Emilia felt lonely, and it had built over time to the point she felt invisible in her own home.
