Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
As a result, we’re back on the roof tonight. We’ve enjoyed watching Tanya a couple more times, more by luck than anything because we never know when she’s going to go up for another moonlight worship. But yeah, we’ve been watering the fruits and vegetables around us with our personal man seed, so I guess you could say that this is a very intimate affair. Meanwhile, Tanya’s surprised by our proposition, but at the same time, I can tell the blonde girl’s intrigued too. I see how her big breasts heave beneath the loose fabric of her dress, and when she takes her glasses off, her pupils are dilated.
“So you want to play as a threesome,” she says in a trembling voice.
“As a foursome actually,” James interjects in a smooth tone. “There are four of us.”
She nods.
“And how do you know I’ll be on board?”
I shrug.
“You’re a dirty, filthy whore, Tanya. Besides, if you don’t, we’ll vote you out of the building. You’ll have to sell your apartment and who the fuck knows where you’ll end up? Maybe on the street. Everyone knows that New York real estate is a bitch.”
She sputters.
“You can’t do that!”
“Why can’t we?” I drawl.
“Because there’s no reason! You have to have a reason to force an owner to sell!”
The three of us exchange a look.
“Oh, we have reason enough, sweetheart. Your obscene acts on our rooftop. The things you do to unsuspecting fruits and vegetables. Hell, just the fact that you hoard the fruits and vegetables for yourself. You know that our rooftop is a shared amenity. Outdoor space comes at a premium in Manhattan, and neighbors fight tooth and nail over this shit, so you should have shared your vegetable bounty with us.”
She gapes at us.
“You never asked for any veggies!”
Chris shrugs his broad shoulders.
“We are now.”
She shakes her head miserably.
“Yeah, but retroactively! Seriously, you guys would do this? Over a bunch of vegetables?”
I shrug.
“Hell yeah. Make your choice, Tanya. Let us know what you’d like to do because we won’t wait forever. It’s up to you – lose your apartment, or share your beautiful body with the three of us.”
Her pretty pout opens in protest, but then it closes without sound because Tanya’s trapped … and the beautiful woman knows it.
6
Tanya
Holy shit. I know I should scream and protest. There’s no way that this could be legal because it’s sexual blackmail! Sexual slavery even! I should bring a complaint … but to whom, exactly? To the rent stabilization board? The DA? The mayor’s office? Even if I did, I’d probably lose my apartment anyways because these things always take forever to wind their way through the proper channels. The truth is that my neighbors have me in a pickle, and they know it. Hell, I know it, too.
But at the same time, I have to admit that I’m intrigued by their words because Chris, James, and Carl are godawful handsome. All three are incredibly athletic and built, and I’ve seen them working out in the ground floor yard multiple times. It’s a small space so there isn’t much more to do than lift weights, but still. These guys are ripped and beefy, like a Playgirl model come to life.
And yet, I won’t give in just like that. After all, I’m Tanya Smead, and no one gets the best of me. As a result, I cock my head to the side and throw them a seductive glance.
“So you want a piece of me, huh?”
The three men chuckle deep in their chests, their eyes going dark with desire.
“Very much so, sweetheart. We’ve been observing your little rituals for a while now, and they’re very fetching.”
I frown for a moment.
“Wait a minute. How long have you been watching me?”
James shrugs.
“Long enough. We liked what we saw, that’s for sure. In fact, we loved what we saw, and are very intrigued.”
I smile then, suddenly emboldened by his words.
“Well, I can give you more of what you witnessed,” I mewl. “No moonlight needed, even.”
“A sunlight ritual, then?” James drawls, his blue eyes sharp. “What do you mean?”
“Yeah, we could call it that,” I agree, standing at the table. “It’s evening at the moment, so a bit dusky but that’s okay. There’s enough light to worship.”
Then, I prance out to the center of the roof, smiling at the men before me. They stare hungrily, unable to tear their eyes from my curves. Good, because I’m going to give them what they want … and more.
With a graceful sway of my hips, I begin to dance. My hips sway to the left, and then to the right, and without breaking eye contact, I lift my arms to the sky, tilting them towards the descending sun.
“Oh Mother,” I chant. “Oh Father. I beseech you. Show me how to please these men, Heavenly Parents.”