Episode 16: STATIC- EX

Shortly after Crystal Balou and her Uber driver Fatima hit the road.

Gavin Reese smirked knowing he had it going on. As he saw her off the Iowa rocker headed back into his brownstone where he heard a growling scream that made him halt in his tracks. First floor nightmare! Wincing at what sounded like a painful disturbance he located the source and started to knock on his landlady’s door out of concern. It was then that he overheard her talking to someone with an agitated voice. Deciphering the word mother made him turn tail and run. None of his business!

Returning to his apartment on the second story once again he took time to scarf down some potato chips. Lays! Can’t eat just one. A tall glass of tap water to quench his thirst, he snatched up Naomi’s Master set of apartment keys before walking back up to the third floor. Once more checking on his prior sanded cabinets which were ready for painting, he toured the rest of the apartment.

Using his cellphone camera to snap pictures of tasks that he considered running by Naomi to get the apartment ready for rental, he sighed at the shape things were in. Leaving one apartment he journeyed down the hall into the second vacancy for similar snapshots. That apartment was in far worse shape than the other. This apartment had torn and dangling wallpaper everywhere. Appliances were old and dented. Both the toilet seat and the claw tub had a crack in it while a lonely shower curtain dangled from its rings in tatters.

“Did a tornado hit this place? Looks like a hotel room that got trashed by Guns & Roses.” Slash left his mark on the curtains for sure. It looked like a blade had left cuts in the material.

Some things were cosmetic enough to fix easily, others not so much. Deciding on what he could do without bothering Naomi he used his pocketknife to remove very similar cabinet doors in the kitchen and the bathroom’s lower basin. Hinges old and cranky came loose after a bit of strenuous encouragement. A quick trip back to the apartment across the hall he abandoned his shirt due to the heat then brought his work gloves and sandpaper over to begin sanding the new doors. Two hours later he had accomplished a miracle. The doors looked good. More to paint once Naomi brought the goods.

“I need to slow down on this sandpaper slugfest before my knuckles swell up. Ain’t easy playing a guitar with fingers my size without doubling it up. Especially if I get lucky enough to play along with Milkbone over in Naperville on Saturday. Of course, I could end up just fingering the band. Plenty of salve and ointment doing that.” He had a good chuckle! Oh, but his mighty mitts were readily requested.

Opening a window, he leaned out over the sill for some fresh sunshine. Lingering there he noticed the neighboring brownstone behind Naomi’s. Two things caught his eye. It appeared as if a tour was going on outside as a very dapper African American male in a nice black suit took notes on what he presumed was the exterior condition of the building’s foundation. He was taking pictures of things that obviously needed repaired. A second man who was dressed rather slumlord showed him around.

Secondly, he looked up a bit to see the spying telescope boys watching his own brownstone’s rooftop yet again. From their reactions it was obvious that someone was up there for them to drool over. He concluded that it might be one of the Missouri sisters, namely Beth sunbathing. Good girl he thought.

Just before backing away, he heard the back door open and close below him. Another peek out then down he spotted Naomi dressed to kill in a white dress that looked like a doily with lace features. “That must be why her mom was bitching.” He smirked! “Looks like she’s dressed to turn somebody on. Sure, isn’t me way up here.”

In her hand was a manilla folder. Curious he stood there watching a bit longer. She walked across her parking lot and entered a back gate leading inside toward the men. Reaching them she hugged the black man who in turn kissed her on the cheek. “Looks like he aimed for her lips, but she switched it up. Hmm!” Curious!

“I wonder who Billy Dee Williams there is? Good looking fella.” It was obvious they knew each other very well enough that his hand landed on her butt cheek as he pointed out certain features on the brownstone. This brownstone had small balconies off of each apartment. Rusty railing that appeared loose in some of the apartments became a topic of conversation. Definitely not up to code.

As the man moved his hand slyly to rub her opposite ass cheek Gavin chuckled. He laughed harder seeing her reach behind her and remove it. The pudgy slumlord merely shook his head at their behavior. Sad to say even he was checking out Naomi, rubbing his stubbled beard with amusement. As the trio finished their backyard tour, they walked around the side of the house. “Show’s over, Naomi doesn’t look too stressed over the guy. Her business anyway!” Again, Gavin attempted to get back to work when one last thing caught his eye.

Down the back alley a police car crept through at an angle. Turning around rather than driving past the brownstone’s lot. Seeing the driver Gavin snatched his cell out and zoomed in what he could to take his picture.

“Is that you, Officer Roy?”

He would show Crystal Balou the pictures later for a confirmation of his paranoia hunch. Hearing shrill whistles distracted his photoshoot knowing well it was the Wolf Call Brothers across the way. Pocketing his cell, he decided to shut the window and lock up for now. Temptation led him to the roof. Shirtless, it was hot, he was sweaty. A true rooftop breeze struck a chord.

As the door opened, he quickly discovered that it wasn’t Bethany Quinn that was the center of attention. To his right danced two young beauties, one butt naked and the other in panties. Nightshirts lying at their feet they were showing off for the neighbors.

“You two remaking Dancing with Wolf Calls?” He called out! “Where’s Costner? Too old for you?”

“GNARLYYYYY!”

The girls raced to hug Gavin from both sides, smothering him in sweaty breasts. Ignoring them, he eyed the men across the rooftops. They were casting him a thumbs up as they observed the girls roaming their hands over his chiseled abdomen and hoping to go lower. Smirking at his luck he turned his focus on young Amber and Julia Lowe’s baby sister Brooke.

“What are you two exhibitionists up to?”

“We came up to smoke and saw the guys watching us. We just felt like being evil.” Amber bounced in step rubbing her hefty tits on his arm. He tried not to think about those striking pink nipples trailing his bicep and ribcage. Pretty difficult job to say the least.

“Be evil with us.” Brooke begged reaching her right hand down to rub his crotch. That sure didn’t take long. He didn’t resist physically. Mentally another thing!

“Now! Now! As tempting as this is I’ve got ... not necessarily better things to do, but things none the less. You two need to behave. You two teasing those fellas and not knowing them might get you into trouble.” He knew they were harmless, but the girls didn’t. “Besides that, Naomi is across the way looking that brownstone over. Don’t let her see you dancing on the edge. Where is Julia today?”

“Sleeping. That’s why we came out here so we wouldn’t keep her awake. You wore her out yesterday.” Brooke giggled attempting to change his mind while still rolling her palm over his lengthy erection. That size change couldn’t be helped. The girls were hot as fuck. Yet, something held the Rockstar back. Maybe it was the fact that his dick was exhausted from so much pussy of late. Naaaa! He just had other things on his mind.

“Did she dance last night?”

“Yes. After watching me dance for those guys do you think I could be a stripper?” Brooke goaded him with her chin on his bicep.

“Me too. Oh, my God! You’re so sweaty. I love it.” Amber joined in with a hand on his chest rubbing his pec.

Gavin let her continue but tried his best to change the topic. “How’s your sister feel about that?”

“It’s our lives. We need money. I don’t want to sponge off of Julia for too long.”

“At least you have a good head on your shoulders.”

“I wish your head was on my shoulders. All over my body. Even here!” She widened her mouth for entry should he take her up on the offer. Amber however clenched her teeth at how corny that was. Brooke ended her torment with a snicker.

Amber saved her bestie with a need-to-know question. “Seriously, Gnarly! Do you think we could make money dancing?”

“Pretty sure that’s money in the bank; G-string at the very least.”

“Can we practice on you?” Brooke winked! “For them while they’re watching.”

Amber slid her fingers down over his abs, while flaring her eyes toward an equally thrilled Brooke. “I want to try giving you a lap dance.” Fingertips were now dipping an inch below his belt buckle from the inside. She could feel his pubic hair.

“Another day Ladies. Things to do.” Amber’s fingers were creeping their way over his veiny monster searching for his crown. Gnarly just stared ahead at the telescope boys while he let them prowl his body. Trying to keep up with her bestie Brooke had discovered the zipper on his jeans. That made his decision all the more difficult. Fight or flight took over. Denied!

“Give Julia my best.” He peeled their hands away before saluting at the men across the way. They instantly stood tall like cooperative soldiers at his command and saluted him back. “BEHAVE!” He barked as he turned to start for the door.

A hesitant glance to his left paused his retreating mind as something occurred to him that he and Naomi Carpenter laughed about. “Yep! Room enough right there for a stripper pole.”

He knew the girls wouldn’t listen to him, they were still naked, those panties went MIA by the time he reached the door. The girls were now standing side by side feeling each other up for the men across the way. It was a guarantee that they would all be masturbating before long. Shaking his head he went on back inside. He wasn’t a babysitter for these barely legals. Still, he had to growl at his erection. It was always fun watching two hot chicks going at it. A cool shower was in order.

“Down boy!” It didn’t listen well either.

For the next two and a half hours Gnarly took it easy inside his apartment. A cold shower soothed both he and his erection down. For once he chose to leave his beast alone.

Sitting naked on his sofa he flipped through channels on his TV. Without cable he didn’t have many options other than playing a DVD or a video game. He wasn’t in the mood for either one especially with tender fingers due to the sanding.

With no choice but to settle on a local news channel he took in the weather report and top stories for the Windy City. Nothing special except talk about State and Federal employees not being paid due to a government shutdown. Hearing them mention Trump’s old wall along the Mexican border made him laugh. “As if that’s going to stop anyone. Those Amigos probably already have tunnels fifty miles into the states. Who needs a mule when we have an ass with a toupee and a fifty-mile poop chute.”

Prompted by the mention of Mexico his thoughts immediately went toward his illegal neighbor Isabella Alacadore. Too much thought on her plight led to the night she seduced him. His penis growing rowdy he stood up and went to his fridge. A hand full of ice cubes on his balls ended that dilemma. A beer to drown his sorrows helped.

Five minutes of cold boulder as he called his swollen scrotum, he heard a knock on his door. Eying his clock on the stove he shuffled to the door to look out through the peep hole. Recognizing his guest, he cast his ice toward the kitchen sink, flicking the melted water from his hand before opening the door.

“Blue!” He spoke as Crystal Balou barged in with a new cellphone. She hadn’t noticed his nudity due to her Google search for numbers of places she had on her original cell. “Everything go, okay?”

She lowered her cell to spy his erection. “Miss me that much?” Snapped a pic! He didn’t care. Catching herself staring she quickly plopped down on his sofa and found the necessary numbers to add to her phone’s contact list. A ten-minute phone call to Uber reactivating her status, explaining her situation minus Roy’s destruction of her old cell, she relaxed for a minute. Eying Gavin sitting across from her nude she sighed.

“Put some pants on.”

“My home, my rules. Now answer my question.”

“Nothing happened. I got my car without it being towed away. Went by Sprint and got this beauty almost free of charge. Had to batt my baby blues at the manager for a few more discounts but I’m back in business. Dammit Gnarly ... please put some pants on.”

“Afraid you’re going to get lucky twice in one day?”

“Not afraid. Trying to stay focused on tonight is all. I have three hours before I go to work at Barbarians. Roy might leave me alone but somehow I can’t shake the feeling he’s watching me.”

“He might be.”

His cell beside her on an end table he stood up, stretching over her lap to snatch it up. In the process his cock dangled right over her hand. Wincing from temptation she saw it near enough to grip. She wanted to but froze. Phone in hand he dropped down hip to hip beside her and searched his gallery for the pictures he took earlier.

“Is this Roy?” He showed her an enlarged photo.

“No. I do know him though. That’s Brad. He and Roy are friends on the force. If he’s snooping that means he’s in on this too. Roy probably has me being tailed by dozens of cops.”

“Alright. At least I know one face to be wary of.” He discovered her staring at him, her blue eyes quivering out of fear. “Come here.” He lured her into a sideways hug as she exhaled heavily.

“I’m not afraid of Roy at the moment, Rockstar.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m more stressed over that big hard cock.” Chuckling he looked down at his lap.

“Yeah! Mind of his own.”

“Quickie?”

“Saddle up.”

She drew away from him and stood between his parted legs. Taking off her shorts, and thong she straddled his lap. A tender assist of insertion she gasped at his crown’s impressive introduction. Help with her shirt lured up and off of her, Miss Balou was naked. A mouthful of nipple she coddled his head, fingers tangling in his hair. Riding him sweetly as they took a moment to just enjoy each other’s presence, a deafening exhale led to smoldering kisses. He could get used to this, even if he did like playing the field. She needed to feel safe. In his arms Crystal Balou most certainly did. They enjoyed a good thirty minutes of passion.

Meanwhile, headed down to the basement Naomi Carpenter, owner of the brownstone carried a basket of laundry. Reaching the washing machines, she discovered Isabella with her upper body inside a dryer, her bare ass shining brightly. Her laundry took up both the main set and the secondary washer and a dryer. Oddly enough she was dancing on her knees to music from a headset.

“Isabella!” Stunned by the girl, Naomi tapped on her back above her butt crack, enough to alert her. Rearing out of the dryer with a sock in her hand she sat up on her knees and removed her headset. “Please don’t tell me that you are not putting on a show down here.”

“No Naomi! Solo estoy bailando. I am only dancing. See? My hands are in the air.” The Colombian beauty giggled proving that she wasn’t on camera. No laptop in sight convinced Naomi she was being truthful. She would not have put it past the girl.

“You really should start wearing clothing Isabella. There are other tenants living here. How can you even accumulate laundry when you barely get dressed?”

“Bedding and socks.”

“Ah, right! Your online shows must soil the bedding on a daily basis.”

“Si and I live in socks. Muy desordenado. Very messy!” She fanned her right hand with devilish grin.

“You’re in better spirits it seems.” A swift freedom of a washer thanks to Izzy, Naomi fed her clothing into the free tank. Adding soap and fabric softener to her load she started her load, the same for Isabella and her dryer sheets.

“Has Blake been in touch since the other night?”

“Sí. Me ha pedido disculpas por ser tan rudo. He has apologized to me for being so rough.”

“I do speak Spanish. You don’t always need to repeat yourself.”

“It is good practice. No?”

“True! Isabella? About you not having a green card. That worries me.”

“Mister Blake will not let me be deported. He loves me.”

“Sweetheart, Blake is married. Do you really think he would ever leave his wife for you? You are only here to satisfy his sexual needs. I hate to break it to you, but if his wife ever does find out about you, he will let you go.”

“Then, I will stay with, Mister Gnarly.”

“I don’t think that’s even an option, Sweetie.”

“We can share him.” She batted her eyes playfully.

“You have far too much spunk young lady.”

“I try to keep an open mind.”

“Understood! I just hate to see the day that you might get thrown away by Blake. We’ve all grown to love you very much.”

“I am easy to love.”

“Still, we need to figure out how best to keep you safe and in the states.” Naomi hadn’t considered that it would be bad to assist her. She might escape the government’s wrath by saying she didn’t know the truth, that Blake had falsified her immigration papers for his own benefit. Yet, as a wealthy member of the city’s elite he would go unscathed by putting the blame on others. “You don’t have family here in the states, do you?”

“No, estoy solo. Sin familia ... I am all alone.” She lowered her gaze with a saddened expression, then just as quickly brightened up with a revelation. “You are all my familia.”

“We think of you as family too. If you were underage, I might even adopt you.” Naomi sighed leaning against her own washer. Deciding to hop up on her own she trembled. “Ooo! That does feel lovely.”

“Si!” Izzy joined her on the other washing machine reaching its spin cycle. “Now you know why I dance.”

The two chose to talk further until the spin cycle made them abandon their seats. That or do the unthinkable. It was worth a good long laugh. At least it got their minds off of the insidious Blake. They would worry about him another day. Naomi had a lot on her mind, not just of this girl beside her. Her earlier dealings clouded her thoughts until now. The cloud cover would return.

10:30 PM!

Gnarly had given Crystal nearly two hours to get to work before dressing up and looking all GQ. The man knew style when it was required. Stepping from his apartment he heard a door downstairs open. Heading down he spotted the lovely Regina Cowan dressed for success in an off the shoulder green number. Busy taking a selfie she didn’t immediately notice Gavin.

“Damn! You going dancing with Denzel?”

“Stood up! I just wanted to send him a pic saying his loss. Intended to meet an old high school boyfriend. Not even a sorry can’t make it. Can you believe that shit?”

“Sorry to hear that.” He eyed her dress clinging to her rippling bust. “I’m heading to Barbarians up town. Care to tag along? Seeing as you’re dressed to kill.”

“Looking sharp yourself, Hemsworth.” She considered his offer. “What the hell. I’m game.”

“Milady?” He extended a hooked arm for her to claim.

“Charming as ever. Don’t you start your new job in the morning?”

“Like the City. I never sleep.”

“Well, if you’re restless after last call.” She winked at him as he opened the back door of the brownstone for her gallantly. Watching her wiggle toward his Jeep he shook his head, warning his dick to settle down.

“Never know, Reggie. Never know.”

The drive downtown offered lots of flirting. In Gavin’s company Regina seemed in a much better mood. Now that they had gotten to know each other a bit more intimately, she chatted up a storm. He loved her sass as much as her ass. Those long muscular legs were dynamite too, even in the passing glow of streetlights.

Nighttime traffic was congested. People out and about on a Tuesday seemed amazing of itself. Blinding car lights mingling with the street lamps and the glow of the skyline made the drive exciting. Luckily, Regina knew the streets well and guided him through the downtown bustle. Reaching Barbarians at night seemed so much harder than in the day. He was a country boy after all.

“There’s a parking garage over there.” She pointed it out.

“How much is it?” He scowled knowing already the expense of downtown was outrageous.

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll cover that.”

“No, I invited you, I got it.” Pride was speaking once again. Of late too many handouts by women was making him feel lousy.

“Suit yourself! Nothing is cheap in the city. Not even me.” She stared without blinking.

“Dressed like that? I believe it.”

“You like my dress?”

“What there is of it. Sure!” He chuckled!

“That’s the point, Hemsworth. With a body like mine it shouldn’t be hidden.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Best not. You know you want more of this.” She trickled her fingertips over her every curve. Leaving her shoulder straps over her biceps her chest was ready to roll.