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The sounds that woke me up were difficult to interpret in two ways. A woman’s giggling and voluptuous moaning and a coarse male grunt, interrupted by a loud, excited snort. Someone, it wasn’t hard to guess who, was clearly about to have sex in my living room, if they hadn’t already done so. What the fuck! Instantly freaking out, I rushed over there, noting distantly on the way that I’d closed the door, and now it was wide open. Ri’er sat sprawled out on my couch, with his hands behind his head, and some girl fidgeting on his lap, apparently struggling with his own fly for access to his cock. Naturally, even in this position, it was obvious that she was much taller than me and not that generously, but to me, so over-gifted from both the back and the front. I couldn’t see her face, but there was something multicolored on her head, with strands dyed pink and green that suddenly made me think of my fuzzy socks.

– Move it, baby, if you want to get anything,» he grumbled, not going to help her at all. – If you take too long, I’ll change my mind.

Isn’t he a fucking asshole to say something like that to a woman, not to mention the fact that all this shit is happening in my apartment, by the way! If he had said that to me, I would have punched him in the nose, no matter what the consequences!

– I almost broke a nail already, sweetie! – The lady was so sweet instead of indignant. – I missed you so much that my hands are shaking, my little beastie. I’m going to send you straight to nirvana, my big boy.

I shuddered at her ingratiating squeaks and excessive gasps. And as I did so, I couldn’t help but sniff, learning that beneath the heavy plume of perfume and makeup was the scent of an ordinary, though horny, woman. A human being, not a werewolf. And, by the way, to say simply «horny» was an obvious understatement. She reeked of lust in a way that made me want to pinch my nose. Yuck!

– Like hell you would do that on my couch or in my apartment! – I snorted, leaning my shoulder against the doorjamb and folding my arms firmly across my chest, and added, mocking the maiden: «Sweetie!

– She turned to me, giving me a very pretty face, quickly gave me an appraising look, smirked slightly, and then turned her attention back to Riir: «Shall we have a threesome?

I snorted and rolled my eyes again. She wasn’t used to getting lost in any situation.

– No, no, no, no, I’m definitely not part of your cute little equation. And my apartment is not the place for you to play games. If you want to get laid, you can go in the stairwell, on the street, or in his car. I don’t care where, as long as it’s not here.

Ri’er stared at me over her shoulder and didn’t look pleased at all. I almost expected him to be rude and order me to get out and let them finish. But instead he grinned briefly, as if he was even happy with the way things had turned out.

– And I warned you to hurry up, Mila!» He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, just shoved the girl off his lap on the sofa, got up and relaxed and stretched himself. – The fun is over, now let’s do what you called me to do. Go to the kitchen!

It turns out that the failed session on the couch was not the main reason for this rainbow maiden’s visit. Something about that thought made me instantly tense. The visitor didn’t think to contradict Ri’er and, looking at me a little hurt, sighed heavily and went on her way.

– If she’s not here to please you, what is? – I squinted warily.

– To make you look good, baby. You don’t think you can walk into town with chipped fingernails and hair that looks like a washcloth, do you? Besides, I couldn’t find anything in your things that would fit at all.

– You went through my things! – I was instantly taken aback, and my fingers curled up, wanting to grab the impudent bastard’s face.

– Naturally,» Ri’er brushed my apparent irritation aside nonchalantly. – I’m not in the habit of letting things slide, poopsie. Which is doubly great, because your clothes suck. Women don’t wear that out in the evening.

– And why is that?

I was perfectly happy with my closet. Yeah, I didn’t have a lot of clothes, and they were all divided into work dresses and suits and something more comfortable, more sporty, something you could wear out for a walk in the park or to the store. Plus a few real evening dresses, which, by the way, I was very proud of, even though there were two or three occasions a year to wear them.

– Because you have to play the lonely girl who goes out in search of fun! – explained the alpha.

– You mean a whore in dire need of a cock?» I clarified venomously.

– Something like that,» he shrugged. – If you wear that boring shit you’ve got in your closet, you’re not believable at all. Who goes to film a man in office clothes? And by the way, poops, you’re still a prude! If a woman knows she wants sex and takes the initiative to find it, rather than sitting at home on the couch waiting for a piece of cock to magically fall into her lap, that doesn’t make her a whore.

Well, actually, he’s right, and I actually subscribe to the same ideology, even though I’ve never ventured on such a quest myself. But like hell I admit it out loud! So, just snorting, I walked past him into the kitchen, but Ri’er grabbed the ends of my hair, slowing me down.

– And just to be clear: Mila was the one who needed to be, as you put it, pampered! – he leaned closer to my ear. – And you left the girl unsatisfied with your spectacular exit.

Oh, now I’m going to burn with shame, yes! Let Mila scratch her itchy spots somewhere outside of my personal space.

– And you’re also a fucking sexy ambulance service for everyone in need? – I pulled my hair out of his grip, but Ri’er didn’t let go, but instead moved closer so that I could clearly feel his warmth behind me. My throat was suddenly dry. – Fucking charity?

– Not that one, baby. – He exhaled sharply at my temple, and I shuddered against my will, like a wave of tickle running through my body. – I don’t do anything for nothing; altruism of any kind isn’t really my thing.

– I wasn’t surprised, as if I could check…» I started, but Ri’er pulled my hair, softly but insistently, making me hiss, arching my head back toward him. For a few seconds he stared into my face, facing him in this not-so-comfortable position, and I couldn’t read the expression on his grim face. Was he angry? Was there going to be some kind of disciplinary action again? But what had I said that was so…

– Remember, baby, if someone deprives me of my pleasure, it’s my responsibility to make up for that oversight. So next time, before you jump out of the box, think about the consequences.

– What about the fact that you’re not going to get me even in a hungry year?

– I’m sure you’d be good for something, too! – Ri’er smirked and pressed his thumb across my lower lip.

I turned my head, ducking away from the insolent touch.

– It wouldn’t be pretty if you tried to check it out! I’d rather scrape together some money and call you a professional if it happens again! – Well, yeah, but keep her away from me. – Thanks for the warning, I’ll keep it in mind.

Mila greeted me with the same hurt look and immediately took hold of my nails, causing, as I suspect, more pain than necessary.

– You know, it’s silly to be jealous of a man like Reychik,» she finally tired of sniffing unhappily, as she moved from my hands to my hair. – Men like him can’t be anyone else’s property. We’ve all come to terms with that a long time ago, and you should get used to it if you want him to sleep with you once in a while.

Raychick?! God, I don’t want to fall under the table!

– And who are we? That narcissistic dog’s bed-warming fan club? Ouch! – Mila yanked my already assembled tail so that the vertebrae crunched. Naturally, completely by accident.

Bitch! Okay, I deserved it. Who am I to hang insulting labels and judge others.

– We’re not bed-warmers, we’re just free, independent women who don’t want to burden ourselves with relationships with men who only bring problems and routine into our lives,» she preachily declared, pulling my hair so tightly around the top of my head that my eyes would probably be slanted. – And Rejchik is the one who makes that lifestyle possible.

– Is he?

– That’s right. – Mila spread out her makeup on the table and stood in front of me, scrutinizing my face and clearly contemplating a battle paint job. I studied her back and realized that she was older than she appeared at first glance, and she didn’t look brainless at all. – It gives us a chance to make a decent living and not depend on men with their jerks and whims. And it’s better to spend a couple of nights a month smiling ear to ear with him coming and going like a ghost than to work the same job yourself, and then cook, do your laundry, please someone who can’t even satisfy you properly and cum on you for a couple of minutes. I know what I’m talking about.

Well, I know something about that, too. But it doesn’t make Riera any more attractive to me. It’s a use of… well, it’s mutual, but it doesn’t seem any more human than that. I can’t believe Mila would refuse to be his only one, except that lustful brute probably doesn’t offer that to any of these women. What a do-gooder and a social fucking activist he is.

– I’m not jealous of him, and I’m not interested in him as a man! – I decided to make it clear.

– Of course you are! – Mila laughed. – He’s great and always gives you exactly what you want. This man has an instinct for making a woman satisfied. And he’s really tireless.

Oh, well, so in my case, being satisfied is most of the time wanting to scratch his eyes out for being rude. I wonder if this Mila and the others are aware that they are fucking a dog, and not in a figurative sense at all. I don’t think it’s worth asking.

– We’re just cooperating with Riher, and not necessarily for long, I hope. But even if it were otherwise, I’m not interested in an open relationship. Absolutely not! – I looked into Mila’s blue eyes so that no suspicion remained that my statement was just coquetry. – I don’t judge those who do, but I certainly don’t.

She frowned, running the brush across my lips.

– Well, then you’re too young to understand that relationships with a guaranteed locked-in number of partners almost don’t exist,» she said with a sigh. – There is only their illusion and skillful lying or unwillingness to see the truth. You grow up, it’ll pass.

No, it won’t. If it hasn’t gone by now, it’s chronic, as they say. I’d rather be alone, like now, than with just anyone, or like Mila and the rest of the Riera Amateur Club. Yeah, members of his cock-loving club! I could barely contain an obscene snort when that definition came to mind.

– Well, that’s pretty much it! – she declared as she straightened up. – You’re a natural blonde, and more makeup will only make it worse! Let’s get you dressed.

She put a couple of shiny bags with boutique logos in front of me and, biting her lip, slipped out of the kitchen. Was she still hoping to get her piece of candy?

– No, honey, not in my fucking apartment! – I growled to myself as I emptied the bags of rags and shoes.