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“Wanna give it a try?” She gestured to the shower handle.
“Sure.” I reached in and turned on both nozzles. They were a little further away from each other than I'd expected. I'd been hoping to be able to stand in the middle and get sprayed on my front and back at the same time, but this seemed like more of a setup for a couple showering together. It would have been perfect for Joe and me. Whenever we’d showered together, he’d always been a jerk and hogged all the water while I stood in the back freezing my naked ass off hoping that a sprinkle or two of hot water would reach me.
"Impressive, huh?" asked Frankie.
"Yeah, it's... Holy penises!"Where did these two naked men come from?!
Stalker Problems - Chapter 16 - Double, Double, Shower Trouble
Tuesday – April 11, 2023
I stared in shock at the naked men. Their tattoo-covered, completely hairless torsos were like big sexy arrows pointing downward directly to their humungous erections. Chastity hadn't been kidding about stacked soda cans.
One of them raised a seductive eyebrow. “Like what you see?”
"What?”What the hell is happening?!“Why are you naked?! And who the hell are you?!” My eyes gravitated down to his penis again and then snapped back to his face.
“I’m Angel,” said the shorter one.
“And I’m Diablo,” said the other. “And we’re naked because you said you wanted to try us out.” He took a step towards me as he stroked his thick cock.
“I wanted to try theshower!”So much for this being a tame evening.
“Don’t worry,” said Angel, pushing his longish hair out of his eye. “I promise we’ll be gentle.”
“At first,” added Diablo.
Holy shit. Am I about to get raped?I glanced down again.Hot damn.How would that huge monster feel inside of me?Whatthe actual fuck am I thinking?They were just. So. Big.Stop staring at their huge penises!
Diablo took another step toward me.
Nope.Not happening. That thing would never fit in me. Before the two men could get any closer, I screamed “RAPE!” and ran out of the bathroom. Oh God, were they following me? Was this how I died? I didn’t stop running until I was safe in the elevator.
“Where to?” asked the liftman.
Holy shit.I ignored him and frantically jammed the LOBBY button. The doors were taking forever to close.Come on. Come on!I slammed my fist against the LOBBY button again. Was this how Dr. Lyons had felt when I sexually assaulted him? Maybe this was karma. All rapists eventually got raped themselves.
“Can’t you make the doors close?!” I practically shouted at him.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“No!” I was going to elaborate when the doors finally started to slide shut. My overactive imagination pictured a hand reaching between them at the last second. Or what if it was something else? What if Diablo stuck his gigantic penis between the doors? Would it get chopped off? Joe’s would have. No question about it. But Diablo’s? That thing was like a third arm. If anything, it would probably end up damaging the elevator door, not the other way around.
The doors werealmostclosed when something really did stop them. But it wasn't a penis, or a big rapey hand. It was a feminine hand with lots of rings.
The doors slowly reopened. "You okay?" asked Frankie.
"No I'm not okay! I almost got raped!"
The liftman somehow didn’t react to that.
"They weren't going to rape you. They just thought you were asking for it."
I was asking for it?"Oh yeah, this panda shirt makes me look like such a whore."
"Not what I meant. I meant you said you wanted to try the shower..."
"Exactly!” This girl was out of her damned mind. “I wanted to see how the shower worked. Not be double-teamed by two strangers. Unless shower is suddenly a code word for penis, I don't see how those two things could possibly be confused..." And then it hit me.Oh my God.Showerwasa code word for penis. I wasn’t house shopping. I was man shopping, and all the weird house lingo corresponded to attributes about the "realtors". That was why Frankie had referred to the floors as being completely smooth. And why asking for colorful walls with a double shower had brought me to an apartment with two tanned and heavily tattooed men. I suddenly felt kinda bad about repeatedly telling Ocelot how small his shower was. “Oooh,” I said. “I get it.”
