The Boy Nextdoor

"I don't feel that good today. Can you tell Lacy that I'll skip tonight? I have this shitty feeling that I'd puke on some asshole's dick, if I do the round today." Gia talked over the phone as she paced in her mini kitchen, only clad in a thong and fish net bra, she shook her ass to the tune of her favorite song, RODEO by LAH PAT booming softly from her speaker.

"You have fine luck today. Lacy also called in sick. I'll make sure you don't get a spank on the ass tomorrow." Rachel chuckled.

"Thanks." Gia smiled mindlessly before hanging up.

She sighed, looking out of the window that was facing the direct angle of her next-door neighbor's.

Alan. She heard the landlord call him that.

What a beautiful name for a mean guy. Her eyes rolled at the thought.

Although she had to admit that her only reason for skipping her stripper's job that day wasn't just the upset in her stomach.

She'd been listening for the elevator sound for some hours now.

Another warning from the landlord about her nudity meant Alan did some more detective work a few days ago.

In fact, all her stripper's costumes were captured in the photos with her butt gumming the thin fabric and her breasts half spilling out of her chest.

She was dressed like that most times.

It's been her fetish to wear her stripper's costume all day until she got addicted to skimpy dresses and proper clothes were a taboo for her now.

As though the heavens were on her side, she heard the sliding sound of the elevator and figured Alan was back already.

Her blood boiled and the hair covering her pores stood, as she recollected how explicitly he posted her photos on the tenants' chat group with the caption,

*Indecent Dress Code By Gia Anderson*

Grabbing two jackets, she slipped into one and tied the other around her waist as she bolted out to find him motionless in front of his keylock.

"Mr Tyler, I'd like to speak with you." Gia seethed, her voice trembling in restraint.

And when he didn't turn around to acknowledge her presence, her brows drew together in irk.

"How dare you take pictures of me? You fucking pervert!" Gia spat and that's when he slowly whirled around to face her.

Tilting his head, he ran a lazy glance over her.

"See, it didn't kill you to put some clothes on. Swimming in the pool naked is a very disturbing sight, Miss Anderson, you don't need to go to college to know that." Alan retorted, his eyes digging lasers into her skin and for a moment she jerked like she actually got burnt.

"This is trespassing, harassment and bullying. I'm going to file a case against you, if you don't mind your own damn business." Gia raged, her cheeks burning crimson red when Alan's laugh lines raised in amusement.

This handsome bastard knows he's so fine. Show off!

"I'll see you at the tenants' meeting, then we can go to court," Alan asserted.

It didn't sound like he was bluffing and Gia lungs tightened in fury.

With his bloodshot eyes giving her half-exposed tits peeking from her loose jacket, a dismissing look, he went into his apartment.

He left her standing there, and she couldn't have felt more stupid when he shut the door in her face.

"Just you wait f**ker." She said through gritted teeth.

With her chest heaving obviously, she went into her apartment, feeling too enraged to sit, she fidgeted about.

Messing and putting things back in place to distract herself from the wetness pooling in her panties, her throbbing clit cried for Alan's faint touch.

Geez, she was supposed to detest her nosy neighbor, especially since he hadn't given her a day's rest since she moved in.

Deciding to make toasts and smoothies, she gathered the ingredients on the kitchen island, and increased her MP player's volume to the highest, so thoughts about touching herself while she imagined Alan's thick fingers flicking her clit would disappear from her head.