Stalker Problems - Chapter 15 - Smooth Floors? #2
What the hell is he talking about? “I have to disagree. I want the biggest shower ever, right in my house. It’s actually at the very top of my must-have list. Oh! How about a double shower head? I’ve always…”
Ocelot put his finger to my lips. “Shush. Say no more, my dear. I could never fault a girl for wanting a bigger shower. And I’ve always thought that double showerheads just make sense.”
“Is the small shower a deal-breaker?” asked Frankie.
“Slightly above average,” corrected Ocelot.
“Yeah, I think so.” And this place must cost a bajillion dollars that I don’t have. It was better to bow out gracefully because of the shower than to embarrass myself by letting them find out I was broke.
“Alright then,” said Frankie. “Onto the next place.” She looped her arm through mine and guided me out while Ocelot bowed deeply.
“That guy was so weird,” I said when we were back in the hall. “But I kind of loved it. I’ve always thought it would be so fun to have a gay best friend.”
“Ocelot isn’t gay,” said Frankie.
“Say what now? Was he not just reading Cosmo when we walked in? And did you see that freshly pressed shirt?”
“I actually think it’s hot how well he takes care of himself. If more men were like Ocelot, the world would be a better place.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Even if he was gay - which I was quite certain he was - he still would have been an infinitely better husband than Joe.
“You know,” said Frankie as we waited for the elevator. “For a second I thought you had found your dream home. That you loved it. Or were in love with it, as Ocelot likes to say.” She laughed to herself.
I felt like I was missing the joke. “Nope. I need that giant double shower. Non-negotiable.”
“Any other notes about Ocelot’s place?”
“Well…I always thought I wanted white walls. But now I’m not so sure. It was elegant, yes, but also a little clinical. How about a little color?”
“Black walls?”
“Whoa, no. Aren’t black walls supposed to make everything look smaller?”
Frankie looked at me like I was crazy. “Not in my experience. But I understand. Black walls can be an acquired taste.”
“How about like…light walls with lots of splashes of color?”
“Let’s see what’s available.” Frankie scrolled through her phone and then let out an excited squeal. “On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you to meet your future home?”
“Ten?”
“Good answer. Because I just found exactly what you’re looking for. You, Raven, are in for a real treat.”
The next place was a few floors down. I had to blink when I walked in.
My brain knew I was in an NYC skyscraper, but my senses told me I was in a Spanish villa.
The terra cotta floors, the rustic wood, the colorful accent tiles…
It was incredible. It even smelled like freshly baked churros.
I would know, because I spent a semester in Barcelona.
Just kidding. I never did that. But my 10 th -grade Spanish teacher brought us churros one time, so that was basically the same thing. Either way, the smell was intoxicating.
“What do you think?” asked Frankie.
“I think I’m in heaven. I’ve always wanted to go to Spain.”
“So this is the one?” She sounded so excited.
“It just might be. How tall are these ceilings?!” They were so high that they made Ocelot’s place seem cramped in comparison.
“At least 12 feet. And look at how perfectly smooth these floors are.”
I looked down. The tile floors were nice and all. But that didn’t really feel like a big selling point. And why does she keep talking about smooth floors? I really needed to study my real estate lingo. “Where’s the kitchen? Actually, scratch that. I wanna see the master bath.”
“Good choice. I think you’re going to be very impressed.”
I followed her up the spiral staircase. If the amazing detail on the wrought iron railing was any indication, then Frankie was absolutely correct. I really hope they take my Monopoly money.
The bathroom wasn’t exactly what I’d imagined. I’d always pictured something very modern. But this was even better.
“O.M.G. This shower is huge! No, that’s an understatement. It’s ginormous.”
“Double nozzles, just like you wanted. So you can get it from both sides at once.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
Naughty Frankie! Speaking of naughty…for an evening facilitated by a sex club, things had been extremely tame.
Were they trying to get me comfortable with a tame first date so that I’d walk straight into a gangbang on my next date?
If so, then it was totally working. Well played, Society. Well played.
“Have you ever tried a double shower before?” asked Frankie. “Or is it just a lifelong fantasy of yours?”
“Lifelong fantasy.” I ran my hand along the columns on each side of the shower. God, this is amazing. “Actually, that’s not accurate. I don’t think I even realized it was a thing until high school. But ever since I realized it was an option, I’ve been obsessed.”
“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?!