Sexy New Roommate
Stunning With A Dark Secret
The apartment looked nothing like the advertisement.
“We weren’t trying to catfish you,” Shang stuttered, his eyes glazed, his jaw slack. Not too dissimilar from the face he wore when watching his favorite horror movies.
Meng clenched her fist at her side, forcing a smile. Punching her boyfriend in the arm might turn their potential roommate away. Sure, some girlfriends presented domestic violence as a harmless joke. She managed on certain occasions. This was not one of them.
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Ling said, oozing sin with every syllable that dripped from her lips.
She looked nothing like her photo.
Shang and Meng glanced at each other and conversed mentally, a skill developed after seven years together.
Why would a girl with her face and figure want to stay at a place with their furniture and facilities? Of course, looking like an Instagram model did not mean owning a healthy bank account. But walking around with a body designed for dirty thoughts should mean she’d want to live in a safer neighborhood.
Neither of them had asked her why she barely shared similarities with the girl in the picture. Her explanation would be immaterial. Their reasoning was utterly material.
Jun had screwed them over by skipping town without notice. If Meng ever saw him again, she would punch him somewhere other than the arm.
They needed money.
Shang did not have to promise to keep it in his pants. A girl who rocked those tits and that ass wouldn’t consider him a prospect. Meng just needed to decide whether fishing themselves out of their dire financial straits justified tolerating Shang imagining Ling every time he inserted himself into one of her orifices.
“I’m ready to sign,” Ling said.
To his credit, Shang kept the grin off his face and did not leap in joy.
To her credit, Meng swore to work her ass off until it resembled Ling’s.
Their new roommate moved in immediately. Shang did not mind. Meng thought about cosmetic surgery.
At night, she went for a wee. The bathroom door was ajar.
Ling tugged her panties back on and stood up from the toilet as Meng walked in.
“Oh! Sorry!” Meng’s brain told her to give the girl some privacy. Her legs told her to stay for the show.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Ling said, washing her hands and throwing Meng a smile that would melt chocolate.
“Everything… else… fine?”
Ling’s smile grew. “More than fine.”
The next morning, Ling was gone. Shang was bummed, but sex with Meng transformed, as if she were a completely different person.
Her last host had a better body, but this one had a better name. And even came with a bedmate.
Dash Ip is not seeking a roommate. Sexy or otherwise.
In response to the weekly prompt by Zane Dickens
