Helping Jeanny [2]

Before I can come back from my surprise, Jeanny already pushes the door open wider, then slips in between the opening door before closing it.

I'm about to turn on my light when she barks at me in a hiss, "Don't turn on the light, you idiot! They are still looking for me!!" She then flies to the couch, turning off my TV and even the standing lamp in the corner of my living room.

My apartment is now pitch dark. She is fumbling, walking back to the couch, letting out a few muffled curses as she hits some things along the way.

I chuckle, groping my smartphone to turn on the flashlight, then directing it at her. She glares at me but doesn't say a word. Her eyes, even her movements, remind me of a cat. Only after she reaches the couch does she breathe in relief.

"Who are they?" I ask her in a normal tone.

"I don't know!" she hisses. "They suddenly broke into my apartment… and lower your voice!" she continues. I once again am stunned, not because she orders me to lower my voice.

"Your apartment? You mean, you live here?!"

"Duh!" she rolls her eyes. "What do you think I'm doing at somebody else's place in the middle of the night like this?"

I ignore her comment. With the help of my phone's flashlight, I walk to my kitchen to give her a drink. "Here," I say to her while handing her a glass of water. Her body is shaking.

Before she drinks it, my door is banged on from outside. She instantly hides her body behind my back. "It's them," she whispers, stammering.

I rub her arm gently to calm her down. There are a couple of bangs on my door before the people outside move their steps to bang on my neighbor's door.

Once again, she sighs in relief while losing her grip on my waist.

"What did you do to them? Why are they looking for you?" I ask her again.

"I don't know!" she gives the same answer.

"Did you owe them some money, maybe?"

"No, I did not."

"Or you stole something from them?" She answers my last question with a dagger-sharp glare.

I chuckle again and am about to leave her when she holds my hand to halt me. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to make you a hot drink. You are shivering," I answer her.

"No need. Just stay here. What if they come again?" she asks in fear.

"They won't. Even if they do, my door is locked. It won't be so easy for them to come here," I convince her. She finally lets my hand go. So once again, with the help of my phone's flashlight, I boil water to make her a cup of tea.

"So, you live alone upstairs?" I ask her from my kitchen.

"Yeah," she answers shortly.

"You have more money than I thought," I comment. This apartment building, while not the most luxurious one, is definitely not cheap. It quite surprises me that a striptease dancer like her can afford to live here alone.

"My... my roommate just left a couple of days ago," she said. That fills the hole.

"Maybe they are looking for your roommate," I suggest.

"Maybe," she responds with a mumble.

I come back to my living room with a mug of tea in my hand. I find her already crouching her body on the couch.

"Can I stay here tonight?" she asks me with a pleading look. I sigh.

"Sure," I say to her, putting the mug on my coffee table, then going to my bed to give her an extra pillow and blanket.

When I wake up at 5 AM, she is already gone, leaving me a note. "Thanks, Handsome."

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[WARNING 18+ MATERIAL] ONLY READ WHEN YOU ARE 18 OR OLDER!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!

As I open my lips, a tongue inserts into my mouth and explores every nook and cranny in it. I reply to the intimacy with the same act. While our tongues are intertwined, I carry this sexy, tall girl to my bed and lay her down gently.

I take off my long sleeves with one pull, then help her take off her clothes. I curse inwardly, seeing how complicated her clothes are. Why can't girls just wear a t-shirt and a mini skirt when they are clubbing? It would be a much easier job for us men to undo them later.

As I still try to undo her top, this girl just keeps touching and nibbling all over my chest, making it harder to focus. I sigh in relief when her top is finally off.

I bury my head in between her two mountains, massaging one of them with my hand while kissing and licking the other one. She moans in pleasure as I flick her nipple frequently until it goes hard and erect. I squeeze the other nipple exasperatedly, making her mewl in ecstasy.

Her hands go down to my waist, trying to unbuckle my belt. My lips meet her lips again, tongue against tongue as our hands stay busy undressing each other's bottom.

I'm quicker than her this time. I rub her panty; it is slightly wet. I slit it a bit to the side so I can insert my fingers into her cave. Her eyes widen shut as another moan escapes from her mouth, this time a loud one.

I continue inserting my fingers in and out. She is unable to manage her move to undress me anymore. All she can do is grab my bedsheet hard as I curl my index finger to her clit.

"Scott… Now… please..." she begs with a gasp. I happily obey her. I pull out my fingers from her cave to undo my jeans. With another smooth move, I already take off my boxer. Then I grope a condom from my drawer, bite the wrapper off, and roll it onto my manhood before I slide down her totally wet panty and sandwich her between my bed and my body.

She is hungry for my kiss, so I kiss her again. "Now, please, I can't take it anymore," she pleads with a hazy look. I direct my throbbing manhood to her cave. With one push...

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

I startle when I hear someone banging on my door. But I decide to ignore it. The tip of my manhood is at the entrance of the girl's cave.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Open up!! I know you're in there!!"

That bitch!! I curse Jeanny inwardly. I know it's her—I recognize her voice. What is she up to? I don't care. She will not ruin my time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Scott Bennet, you bastard!! Open up!!"

"Who is that?" the blonde girl in my arms finally feels disturbed by Jeanny's loud shout.

"Just a crazy woman," I say to her, asking her to just ignore it. But the banging on the door and the shouting are not stopping, and eventually, the blonde just sits up. She has lost the mood. I sigh. I lost my moment. So I put back my boxer and long sleeves, then go to the front door.

"Crazy woman, what are—"

"So this is what you do while I work my butt off?!?!" Jeanny suddenly yells at me. I just completely lost my words. What the hell is possessing this woman?! She glares at the blonde with a monstrous look.

"Who is she?" the blonde asks. She has dressed up, but awfully.

"No—"

"I am his fiancée," once again, Jeanny interrupts my words, causing me to be dumbstruck. Fiancée?? What?! Since when?!?

The blonde widens her eyes.

"No... no... noo... That's not true...!" I quickly deny Jeanny.

"Oh, woman... I won't interfere in your domestic problem, okay," the blonde suddenly says, then walks to the front door. "He said he was single, and we were only planning to have fun, okay..." she continues before leaving my apartment.

Once again, I am in a completely dumbstruck state of mind. I can only watch as Jeanny laughs in satisfaction before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

What the hell?!

"Sorry for interrupting your night," she says casually, completely unapologetic as she drops herself onto my couch.

"What...?!?!" That's the only word I manage to say.

"She has syphilis," Jeanny remarks.

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

"You're welcome," she adds with a smirk.

"How do you know for sure?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I don't," she answers. "I just heard gossip about it around the pub." Then she bursts into laughter.

I glare at her, counting to ten in my head to keep myself from choking her to death. Jeanny, as expected, is completely unfazed.

"Don't you want to give me a drink? A beer or something? My throat is dry from screaming," she asks casually, stretching her arms.

I let out a long breath and head to the kitchen—not to get her a drink, of course. I just need to take precautions. If that blonde really has syphilis, my fingers were inside her, for Satan's sake!

I wash my hands thoroughly with dish soap, the kind that advertises killing 99.9% of germs and bacteria. Still unsatisfied, I grab my vodka bottle and pour some over my hands, rubbing them together. Only then do I feel a little better, but I still remind myself not to touch my eyes, nose, or mouth with this hand.

Finally, I return to the living room, holding a beer in my now 'sanitized' hand.

That's when I catch Jeanny kneeling on the floor, rummaging through my couch.

She's looking for something.

I walk to my study desk in the corner of the room and pick up a USB flash drive.

"Looking for this?" I ask, raising it near my ear.

Jeanny whips her head around, and for a split second, I see surprise flicker in her eyes before she hides it well.

"No," she says coolly.

"No? Oh, I thought it was yours..." I shrug. "Well, that's just my luck. Guess I'll reformat it and use it as mine then."

"No!!" she exclaims, instantly dropping the act. She rushes toward me, reaching for the flash drive.

Of course, I expected that. I lift my arm higher, easily keeping it out of her reach. She's only as tall as my ear, so there's no way she can get it without jumping.

"Give it back to me!!"

"What's in it?" I ask. "It's password-protected, so it must be important."

"It's not important to you, I can guarantee that!" she snaps.

"Is this why they came after you and broke into your apartment last night?" I press.

She stops, her expression shifting.

"Please... it's worth my life. It has nothing to do with you, really," Jeanny pleads, her voice softer now.

I smirk. "You can't always have what you want, young lady."

She frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You can't just barge into my home, hide your secret in it without my permission, then barge in again, ruin my intimate night, and expect me to give it back without telling me what's inside..."

"So... what do you want?"

"Some compensation, naturally."

Jeanny lowers her head. "I'm sorry I ruined your intimate night, okay? I'll make it up to you."

I tuck the flash drive into the front pocket of my long sleeves.

"I don't want you to make it up to me," I say. "I just want to know what's on this drive."

Jeanny looks at me in disappointment. "You really aren't interested in me?"

I shake my head. "Nope."

"But I can compensate for your intimate night right now," she says, her fingers trailing along the front of my boxer.

"Nope," I refuse.

"Really?" she murmurs, stepping closer. Her hand slides inside my boxer, rubbing gently.

Although my mind is strong, my body betrays me. My little buddy reacts instantly, hardening in her grip.

Jeanny smirks, knowing she's won.

As my body betrays me so obviously, my defense crumbles. I lean down, capturing her lips in a rough kiss. She responds wildly, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Our lips lock as we suck the air out of each other, growing breathless.

Her hand doesn't stop teasing me. I snake my arms around her waist, pulling her toward my bed.

We sit at the edge, our lips refusing to part for more than a second. Our tongues battle like swordsmen locked in combat.

Her hands tug at the hem of my long sleeves. A silent signal.

With her help, I shrug off my shirt, leaving my chest bare. I push her down onto the mattress, trailing kisses down her neck. I bite lightly, relishing the little hisses she lets out.

My hand moves to her thigh.

Purposely using my 'clean' hand, I slip it between her legs, teasing her through her panties.

"Wait... wait..." she pants, halting my movements.

I lift my head and meet her gaze.

"I need to clean myself first," she says.

"I don't mind," I say.

"I do," she insists. "I've been out all day. I feel dirty and gross. It won't take long."

"Okay," I finally relent.

She rises from the bed and walks toward my bathroom, her hips swaying deliberately.

"You just wait there, okay? I'll be back soon," she whispers in a sultry voice before stepping inside.

I nod, watching as the bathroom door closes.

The sound of running water fills the air.

I lean back on my bed, arms folded behind my head. This woman is completely unpredictable. One moment, she's angry and breaking into my apartment. The next, she's pleading to get her flash drive back. And now... she's seducing me.

I shake my head.

Then something clicks in my brain.

I sit up quickly and reach for my long sleeves.

I check the front pocket.

Gone.

The flash drive is gone.

I rush to the bathroom. The door leading to my bedroom is locked.

I run to the other door.

Like all apartments in this building, my bathroom has two entrances—the second one is in the living room, so guests don't need to enter my bedroom.

I reach it and—

Wide open.

The bathroom is empty.

I curse under my breath, gritting my teeth at my own stupidity.

My mind races—should I chase her? Or just call Thief?

Finally, I move to my study desk and turn on my laptop.

I had copied the flash drive's contents earlier. The only problem? It's password-protected.

But no password is a problem for Thief.

So I call her.

@@@@@AUTHOR'S NOTE@@@@@

I decided to put +++++++ signs in between 18+ scenes (a.k.a. 'smut'). So, any young readers or those who don't want to read smut will know where to skip and where it's safe to resume.

When you see that sign, skip ahead until you find another one ;)

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