Alex was waiting for Larry to enter her from behind. She wanted nothing more than getting fucked brainless. However, the expected penetration never arrived.
The spanking continued on her butt, but it became monotonous and flat.
Before she could ask anything, Larry leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"Someone is standing at the door. I heard footsteps getting closer, but they didn't pass the door. It stopped here." He told her.
"I don't give a fuck, Larry! Just do me already!" She was on the verge of begging instead of instructing him.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked after a few seconds, still unfucked.
"I'm keeping up the naughty sounds so the eavesdropping person doesn't leave." He explained in all seriousness.
Alex was confused. For real.
"Are we doing some spy roleplay or what?" She tried to wrap her head around the situation.
"No, I want to catch them." Larry said.
"Catch who?!" Shouted Alex - she ran out of patience.
Her voice probably scared off the person sneaking at the entrance, but Larry tried to catch a glimpse of them anyway. He catapulted from the bed, and ran to the door.
He opened it and peeked around the hall as fast as he could, but he saw nobody. Disappointed, he went back to Alex.
She was livid.
"You don't need to go out of your way to reject me, you know. Just tell me outright you don't want to fuck me." She gathered her things from all around the room, but didn't put on any of them.
The moment she had everything in her hands, she stormed to the door. Larry caught up to her, and placed his hand on the wall to stop her.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. It didn't occur to him that his ears cheated. He definitely heard the footsteps stopping at the door.
"What am I talking about?!" Alex shrieked. She was about to hit Larry in rage.
Instead, she turned away from him, and took a few deep breaths to calm down. Larry waited for her to speak her mind.
"It's a big change in your life, moving here. You need time to adjust. We'll talk tomorrow." She said, placing her hand on the door handle.
"Don't you believe me?" He asked her, touching her shoulder.
Though Alex managed to put a lid on her anger for now, she wasn't sure how long she can keep a cool head next to Larry.
"Let's say I do believe you. Someone was listening to us. So what? It's normal to do that here. It's a boarding house for perverts, what did you expect?!" She took deep breaths again.
"This is all new for you, but you'll get used to it with time. I'll leave you to unpack." She said, brushing his hand off of her.
Larry gave up and let her walk out the door. He didn't understand why Alex was so upset, but he knew better than arguing with her.
The reason for Alex's irritation wasn't a simple one. Not understanding herself was one of them - no wonder Larry was clueless.
Things were changing in her. That much wasn't a problem, nothing ever stays the same.
What worried her was the nature of these changes. Instead of a queen, she behaved like a self-absorbed little princess around Larry.
Until now, her professional persona wasn't connected to her ego. She knew that adoration, worshipping and such belonged to her role as a dominatrix. The same people would pay the same price to someone else, if Alex wasn't available.
They needed a queen - any queen. Not Alex as a person.
In front of Larry though, she struggled to draw this line. She wanted all his attention to herself. She wanted to keep him close to her regardless of roles and consequences.
Alex became desperate and possessive.
< I need time to sort this shit out. > She thought, and began to reschedule some of her clients in the upcoming days.
Originally, she planned to show the tools to Larry that afternoon. Instead, she drove home in her own car, and prepared a bath.
She was frustrated, pissed at herself and felt overwhelmed. Her first thought was to relax at home and do some house chores. Mundane tasks kept her hands busy while she focused on self-reflection.
The moment she settled in the bathtub, she realised her plan wouldn't work. A storm was brewing inside her - she couldn't be farther from relaxing.
She needed Tanya.
Alex got out of the tub, and took a quick cold shower. Went to the bedroom to get her ipods, and called the most badass bitch she ever knew. Her one and only friend and all-time favourite menace, Tanya.
"Bitch, this better be good, because the juiciest booty I've ever seen is waiting for me." Tanya answered the phone.
"Just once, I want to see your patient's face when you say that before the rectal exam." Chuckled Alex."When do you get off work?"
"Nice of you to assume I have time for a dungeon rat like you." She told her off.
"I've found a white dick as big as Goliath's and fucked it up." Alex baited.
"How bad is it? Does he need stitches?" Tanya didn't sound surprised at all.
"Not like that, idiot! I fucked up the fucking part." Even Alex had a hard time believing herself.
"Are you on something right now? How could you fuck that up? You alright girl? Hit your head or something?" Tanya asked, some concern in her voice.
"That's what I'm telling you, I'm fucked up, and royally unfucked." Alex whined.
"Girl, you need some Tanya time, stat. Meet me in two hours at Harrison's. You payin', just sayin'." She confirmed, and hung up right away.
Just the promise of getting time together with Tanya brought Alex some peace of mind. She put on Halestorm albums, turned the volume up, and just let go.
She was naked, her skin and hair still wet. Dancing and jumping around her home, posing in front of the mirror, playing air guitar - she enjoyed being alone.
Compared to The Crib, her personal apartment was rather minimalistic. The walls were egg white all around, with no art hung anywhere. Natural coloured wooden furniture and tons of potted plants gave a pure vibe.
Textiles provided most of the colour in the apartment. Vibrant patterns, playful mixes of textures could be found everywhere. It was a cacophony of colours.
Alex was in the middle of choosing an outfit for the night, when she noticed a bright flash in the corner of her eye.
At first, she didn't pay attention to the phenomenon. However, it soon repeated.
In a minute or two, the flashing became more frequent. It was like a fast-paced blinker, only the light was much stronger.
Annoyance started to build up in Alex, but she was having none of it. She had plans, and was determined to see them through. To shut out all disruption, she closed the curtains.
Harrison's was originally a country themed pub. However, as the gay community grew bigger every year, so did their influence on the entertainment venues.
The design didn't change much over the years, contrary to the patrons.
First arrived dyke lesbians, who in turn attracted their usual counterparts, the femme end of the scale. Then came femboys, who were seeking refuge from the incessant advances of gay bars.
In just five years, the traditional cowboys and lumberjacks at the counter changed into buff homos in the same outfits - only with more bling on them.
Alex decided to match the general audience of the bar. She chose a simple set of seamless black underwear, and put a red fishnet bodysuit over it. As for pants, she went with a pair of super tight high-waist jeans in dark blue, with tons of rhinestones on it.
The look was completed with unique, western style high heel ankle boots. She had only two cowboy hats, but neither of them was a good match with the rest of the outfit. She just arranged her dark brown wavy locks in a messy, high ponytail.
With the preparations done, she called a cab. While waiting, she occasionally checked the street through the window.
Just when the car arrived, she noticed a shadow moving on the rooftop across the street. She didn't see it well, but someone was definitely lurking there.
< Give me a break, already… Even his paranoia is rubbing off on me… > She thought.
Tired of unexpected and inexplicable things, she just shrugged and headed out.