Story 12: Where Did My Sleep Go?

A deep guttural growl escaped Daryl’s throat as he lay in bed. This was the third night in a row the woman next door brought home a random guy and was having sex until all hours. It was two in the morning and They woke him up again.

Daryl was running out of paid days off, but he’d have to use one more if he wanted any sleep. They’d probably end by four or five as usual. “Fuck it!” Daryl thought, went to his computer, and booted it up.

He shot a quick email to his manager.

TO: mgr@thecompany.com.
FROM: daryl.d.mann@yohoo.com.
SUBJECT: PTO.
MESSAGE: Sorry, but I need more time. I know I’ve got ten days left of pto, I’m gonna use three. I’ll be back on Monday.

Daryl shut down his computer, went to the bathroom, peed, grabbed some cotton, and stuffed it in his ears. He went back to bed and slept a fitful sleep. The sounds were muffled but he could still feel as much as hear the rhythmic sounds from next door.

The next morning, he opened his front door to grab his morning paper, yes he still had one delivered. He had a tablet and got new that way, but the ten-year-old down the hall who lost his father, had a paper route and he planned on supporting that.

Daryl caught sight of the latest fuck-stick to come out of that bitches apartment. He looked like a damned corporate pencil pusher. The kind that denies funding to the poor so he can buy a new Bugatti.

It was a sunny day, clear weather and warm as Daryl walked to the corner bodega. He couldn’t help but seethe at this woman you’d moved in next door. One of the neighbors said she came from Los Angeles. “Fucking Hollywood Whore!” he thought.

“G’Morning D!” shouted a short Latino man from behind a tall glass case.

“Yo man!” Daryl called. “Lemme get a Breakfast Burrito ... TJ Style!”

“Coming right up!” came the response. Daryl walked to the cooler picked out a bottle of coffee drink, and two sports drinks, and went back to the counter. The short Latino had just finished wrapping the burrito and handed it over. The rest of the day was quiet and Daryl caught up on some shows he’d been missing. He went to bed early in hopes that he wouldn’t be woken up again like the previous night. His hopes would not be realized though.

It started up again at about midnight. Daryl swore under his breath as he stuffed his ears again. This time, though something, probably her bed, began slamming against their common wall. That was the final straw. Daryl got up and grabbed his baseball bat.

“Fuck this noise!” he shouted as he opened his door and walked out into the hallway. He used the bat to bang loudly on the woman’s door. After a few minutes, there was silence, then a stocky man with a beard threw the door open.

“What the Fuck!” he yelled but then froze at the site before him. He was faced by a seven-foot-tall black man with bulging muscles wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and carrying a baseball bat.

“I suggest you put your fucking clothes on and hurry your ass out of this building,” Daryl said in a low, threatening voice. The stocky man began waffling in incoherent syllables and noises.

Daryl slammed the bat against the door frame. “Go on! Git!” he yelled. When the man moved to go get his things, a woman came up to the door wearing a thin nighty. She was about a foot shorter than Daryl with blonde hair and a huge set of tits.

They stared at each other for a long moment before the stocky man pushed past them and was gone. Daryl turned to watch him go and laughed when the outer door slammed shut. “Look,” he began. “I don’t care what you do in your place, but when it keeps me up at night and makes me miss days of work, then it’s up to me to put a stop to it.”

“Well, I guess that’s the end of the night for me then,” The woman huffed, and tried to shut the door. Daryl stopped it with his free hand.

“Naw bitch, yo gonna pay me back form lost sleep...” his voice was calm and low as he stepped forward into the woman’s apartment. She backed up slowly with fear in her eyes as the door closed behind the big man. Daryl put a meaty hand around her throat and pushed her to walk backward toward the bedroom. Once there he dropped his bat and tore the nighty off the woman’s body, to expose her naked body.

“Damn!” Daryl quipped as he shoved her back and she fell onto the bed. Her legs flailed as she hit the mattress and Daryl could see her smooth slit, still red and swollen from her last encounter. He dropped his boxers and the woman gasped.

Words caught in her throat as she stared up at the massive black man with a massive cock glaring down at her with a malevolent grin. He reached down and began stroking it and her eyes widened as it came to life and began to stiffen.