8. Chapter 8
Chapter eight
D ickheads!
I am surrounded by people who are dickheads!
Everything was going fine. I had unloaded all the rest of the boxes into my apartment and didn't even get winded. Then, I got the kitchen mostly unpacked and the recycling taken out. After that, I was nearly trampled by the first dickhead I encountered.
Fine. Whatever.
I definitely am not interested in taking a tumble down some stairs again, but she was obviously in a hurry or something. No harm, no foul.
Next, JJ texted me that she was going to be late because a student she had been having issues with, keyed her car and she was dealing with the police report and all that. That student was the next dickhead.
Then my key broke in my mailbox, and when I called the maintenance guy, he grumbled about how I was ' causing problems already '. Like... how the fuck is that my fault?!
Finally, I get back to my floor and head toward my apartment, with a new key, but no mail because duh... I just moved in, only to find some old bitch with her tiny shaking dog, squatting on my welcome mat.
The dog was squatting. Not the woman. Thank fuck.
Still, the damn taco-loving prick takes a dump that is bigger than him right in front of my door. Now, I don't have any pets, but I know that if an animal has to go, it's gonna go. Accidents happen. What is not supposed to happen, is the seventy-year-old bag praising the little ankle-biter, and then picking the damn epileptic thing up, and walking away. Leaving a turd snake the size of my shoe behind as a housewarming gift.
Again I say, FUCKING DICKHEADS!
Between my shock and the fast shuffle of her feet, she manages to get away before I can yell at her, which leaves me straddling the raunchy turd while trying to get my door unlocked. But of course, my keys are going to fight me. I fumble around, flipping them this way and that, when they tumble from my hands.
Plop.
I don't look down. I refuse to acknowledge that my ears just clearly heard my fucking keys land in dog shit. No. Just no.
Banging my head on the door once, I glance down and... yep! There they are. Almost all five of the keys I own are sitting in the brown goop.
I think I just became a cat person.
"Having a rough day, Edie?" That deep baritone has me smiling ear to fucking ear.
Until I look back down at my keys. "Yeah. It's been shitty." I attempt to laugh at the terrible pun but it comes out as a half sob.
"Hmm, I can see this. Let me get the door unlocked for us and then we can get that taken care of." Nodding, I pivot my foot around the mess at my feet and back away slowly. RD stands behind my welcome mat and with his long arms, is able to reach forward and unlock the door. He hops over the mess and is back in mere seconds with a plastic shopping bag.
He uses the bag to pluck out my keys and efficiently tucks them inside the plastic before handing it over. "You handle the keys and I will take care of this." He gestures down to the mat with a clear 'yuck' face.
"You can just throw the mat out. I can get another one." He nods and I turn to take the bag into the bathroom. With the door closed behind me, I let out a deep breath and eyed the bag.
Ok, think Edie. How the fuck do you clean shit out of keys? Obviously, I am just throwing the lanyard out. I have no interest in trying to save it. The rest of it is all metal, so it can be cleaned. But... I eye my car's key fob and whimper. It's covered in shit. There is no way to clean that without ruining it.
Well, I'm not going to not clean this stuff, so I guess it will be something I have to figure out later. I snatch the little bucket I stored under the sink and dump some of the cleaning bleach into it, before adding some hot water. Flipping the bag over, I empty the contents into the bucket.
Twenty minutes later, after several rounds of gagging and a promise to invest in a box of disposable gloves, I have clean keys and a key fob that has started making a weird rhythmic beeping noise. When I take it out to ask RD, he suggests tossing it in a small baggie with some rice.
It can't hurt.
With that all done, and RD beginning to tackle some food, I dip into the bedroom to clear off the bed. It only takes a few minutes to get it all cleared with clean sheets and blankets, and a nicely folded drop cloth that I toss in the corner to deal with later.
JJ still hasn't shown up yet, so I go ahead and snag a shower. I only just get my body wet before a pair of hands comes up around me to cup my breasts. I lean back against RD's solid chest and let his presence ground me.
He doesn't let me stay comfortable for too long before he is plucking at my nipples and working me into a frenzy. Turning me around to face him, he lifts me up before slamming me down onto his cock. I cry out, but he gives no mercy as he begins thrusting into me, fucking me against the cool tiles. It's only seconds before the slapping sounds of our skin become too much and I come on his cock.
He moans and shoots his jizz into my hole while my pussy milks him for all she can. It's not enough. It's never enough. Both RD and JJ have brought out a side of me that is nearly insatiable. He keeps his cock sheathed inside of me, but turns us so that his back is against the wall. Before I get a chance to question the movement, a pair of big soft titties press against my back.
Oh, fuck yes.