Chapter 1.2

The front door of the apartment from the corridor was covered with expensive and high-quality wood substitute, but when I knocked on the wall, I heard a distinct metallic hum. A small panel nearby, to which I had to apply a magnetic key card, allowed me to understand that the entrance to my apartment was well protected. Of the clothes, I found only a couple of decent jeans, T-shirts and several pairs of sneakers. Did this guy really need so little? I'll have to buy some more clothes sometime. The electronic lock beeped, letting me out into the well-kept corridor of the skyscraper. The elevator was very fast and completely silent, apparently some local technology. The hall of the first floor consisted of several more elevators, a carpeted path from the entrance to these very elevators, decorative topiary trees in pots and a security post, at which now stood a tall blonde in black baggy pants, high heavy boots, in a sleeveless T-shirt that hugged her decent bust. She had a holster with a gun attached to her right leg. When she saw me, she opened her eyes in surprise and looked herself over critically before walking towards me. "Mr. Richter," her voice was surprisingly pleasant, "I don't get to see you often. Is there something wrong? Would you like to tell me something or ask me something?" The woman folded her arms under her chest, which visually made her look even bigger, and her eyes were like, clap-clap. "N-no, I just decided to take a walk and buy some groceries." "Tired of ordering convenience foods? I understand that they only ruin your health. By the way, I'm an excellent cook. If you need any advice or help, just ask," the security guard winked and smiled slyly. "Um, okay," I said, not quite sure how to answer her and headed for the exit, feeling her gaze on my butt. "Have a nice day!" the girl's voice reached me.

***

What can I say about this strange world after a few hours of walking? New York was still being restored after the attack of an alien race. I lived in a pretty good area - the streets were clean, there were a lot of police (almost all of them were women, who followed me with their eyes as if I were a suspicious teenager) and expensive clothing and food stores. I was able to see this for myself when I looked at these prices. My inner toad just broke off mid-croak, seeing such numbers. And although I had more than enough money to buy food for a whole feast, I could not afford to buy them - I would not forgive myself for such expenses, because just a couple of days ago I was looking for all sorts of discounts and promotions on products. I had to walk around quite a bit and look for stores with more or less acceptable prices. There were a lot of girls and women and they were all beautiful or pretty, as if ugly representatives of the fair sex could not be born in this world. And they all follow you with their eyes and with such faces, as if they had already dragged me to their place and tied me to the bed. They "accidentally" bumped into me about a dozen times, managing to grope me in various places in those few seconds. It was very embarrassing. I just didn't know how to react to all of this, so I decided that the best solution for me would be to simply ignore it all. At the supermarket, everyone who was standing at the checkout waiting for their turn tactfully let me go ahead. The consultants at the clothing store persistently offered to go into the fitting room with me, as they said, "to evaluate in person how the clothes fit me and choose the perfect option." But I didn't remember the way to my new home. So I had to take a taxi, fortunately I thought to take a photo of the address on my phone. The taxi driver turned out to be a young girl who was making eyes at me in the rearview mirror the whole way. And all the women and girls first of all looked at... no, not at the groin, but at the hands. Or rather, at the fingers, looking for a wedding ring. After all, even if it was, to become some kind of wife, according to the number, was also acceptable, but if the man was not ringed... At one point I even became a little scared under all these hungry glances. As soon as I entered the skyscraper, the same security guard simply snatched the bags from my hands and helped me drag them to the apartment, I did not even have time to object. As she went back to her post, she wiggled her hips so much that I involuntarily stared. Turning around and grunting with satisfaction, the girl walked on. What a devil!

***

So, unnoticed, more than a month passed. I still went out for a walk around the city and for groceries, women still followed me with their eyes and casually groped me, often approached me on the street with the goal of getting to know me or inviting me somewhere, and the security guard downstairs still made eyes at me and forced her way into my apartment just to "cook" something. Perhaps most of the guys thought they had found themselves in some kind of paradise, but the local women showed signs of attention with such persistence that it became uncomfortable and awkward. Once I saw a red and blue figure of Spider-Girl flash between the skyscrapers. The news often flashed news about fights between heroes and villains here and there throughout the city. And how can you even live peacefully here?magic-x-store.comAdvertisingSmartphone HONOR X9cFind out more One morning, Peter's phone rang for the first time. The screen showed "Sister" and I thought for a while whether I should answer. Could she immediately recognize by my voice that I was not Peter? Unlikely, but I shouldn't dismiss this theory completely. I could ignore it, but what if this was her usual test? Like, did her brother die of loneliness and seclusion? And if I didn't answer, then she would definitely suspect something. Taking a deep breath, I pressed "accept": - Yes? - Brother! Hello, hello! How are you? Have you forgotten what the sun looks like yet? - the woman's voice, my sister was the eldest, sounded quite cheerful. An irritated sigh escaped by itself, and memory helpfully suggested that Peter really didn't like it when Jessica (thanks again to the emerging memory that brought with it a headache) called him such a diminutive-affectionate name. — How many times have I asked you not to call me that? — Ooooh, still the same grump? — a cheerful laugh was heard on the other end of the phone, apparently the woman knew about it. — How are you, brother? — Still the same? — I said timidly, hoping that she would not hear the question. — I had no doubt about that, — Jessica sighed. There was silence for a few seconds, then the woman continued uncertainly: — Listen, I have a favor to ask of you… — What kind of favor? — her left eyebrow rose in surprise. — Recently, one of my colleagues arrived in New York on business… — Oh no, — a heavy sigh escaped again by itself. I had already managed to forget how this body's relatives loved to play matchmaker. — Well, don't sigh so doomedly, wait! — Jessica begged. — She really is a good woman and… — A woman? How old is she? — my sister mumbled something weakly. — Sister? — Thirty-two… — my sister said in a tone as if she was confessing to mass murder. — She's almost ten years older than me. — So what? She's beautiful, smart, funny, and what breasts and hips! Wow! I sometimes catch myself staring at her! This is a joke! — after my long silence, the newly-minted relative finally added. — You know, I'm only into guys, if only I could find them. I was thinking. Maybe it's time to take advantage of the peculiarity of this world? Since I'm here anyway. Sigh. Well, it's just a date, right? What could go wrong? — Okay, I agree. — What, really? — I practically heard her eyes widen and her eyebrows rise in surprise. — I mean, yeah, how can you refuse a date with her? Thanks, bro, I'll make her happy now, and for now I'll send you her photos so you'll recognize her when you see her. Bye-bye, bro, kisses. Jessica hung up, and soon she sent me photos of the one I was supposed to meet. There were a lot of them, and only two showed her face, the rest were more piquant in nature. I must admit, the woman was really beautiful. Especially in that lingerie set, and in the jacuzzi, and... Okay, I could go on for a long time.

***

The date night took place almost a week and a half later, in one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city, with some French name, and where tables had to be reserved several days in advance. Since you can't go to such a place in jeans and a T-shirt – they simply won't let you in and won't understand – I had to go shopping for clothes again. And so, in a decent three-piece suit and polished shoes, I arrived at the restaurant. The girl at the reception smiled sweetly at me and unbuttoned another button on my snow-white blouse. - Welcome to "Amour Merveilleux". How may I help you, sir? - Hello. I have an appointment here with Miss Alicia Smith. - Let's see. So, - the girl quickly ran her eyes down the list, - aha, here it is. Miss Alicia is already waiting for you. Please follow me, - the girl led me through the already crowded hall, slightly swaying her butt in a tight skirt. Almost all the tables were occupied. The rare empty ones were clearly waiting for their guests. Almost all the couples were woman plus woman, well, or girl plus girl, but even so, many of them followed me with their eyes. - Your table, sir. - the girl smiled again and put the menu in front of the empty table. At the other end of the table sat my sister's colleague. A revealing dress with a deep neckline, emphasizing the chest, and a cutout in the hem revealing a view of the girl's long and slender legs. A minimum of makeup on her face, only lipstick and mascara to emphasize her already long eyelashes. Her lush blond hair was intricately styled. The woman smiled charmingly as I approached and stood up from the table. - Alicia? "Jess said you were beautiful, but she was clearly understating it," I flattered the woman and kissed her perfectly manicured hand. "T-thank you," the woman squeezed out and smiled slightly, blushing like a schoolgirl, and then even pulled out my chair, helping me sit down, which made my right eye twitch a couple of times. The evening was going well - great food and excellent wine. Alicia really turned out to be a very interesting conversationalist, laughing cheerfully, and after the second bottle of wine, I felt her foot under the table stroking my leg. At the same time, she smiled innocently. But it was already clear from her eyes that she had firmly decided for herself how this evening would end. Slightly drunk from the wine and the sight of a beautiful woman next to me, I was also not at all against such an end to the evening. Covering the woman's hand with my own, I smiled back at her and reached forward towards her. Alicia's eyes lit up, her breathing quickened, and she was about to answer me, when a loud ringing of her mobile phone from her purse made the woman curse and reach for the device. - Damn it! Why didn't I turn it off?! Such a gorgeous evening! - finally finding the device, the woman was about to turn it off and return to the failed kiss, but seeing who was calling her, her face changed. - Forgive me, I have to answer! - the woman literally begged and quickly ran off somewhere in the direction of the restrooms.Alicia returned a few minutes later with a sad and apologetic expression on her face. "I'm so, so sorry, but I had an emergency at work and I need to get there as soon as possible." "Something serious?" "It looks like it is," the woman admitted. "Waitress, the bill, please!" Having quickly paid the bill, Alicia picked up her purse and hesitated. "I'm sorry again, I…" Getting up from my seat, I quickly put my arm around the woman's waist and kissed her. At first, she squealed in surprise, and then pressed her whole body against me in response and practically floated in my arms. "Well… hmm… yes," Alicia blushed and looked around uncertainly. Many envious glances were looking at her in response. "Here's my number." - The woman pulled a pen and a piece of paper out of her bag and quickly wrote down her number, brazenly shoved it into my pants pocket, holding her hand there for much longer than was necessary. - I hope we'll see each other again! - With these words, Alicia ran off.Реклама•16+ekb.redevents.ruЛоренцо и Габриэле Баньяти. Фортепианный дуэт в 4 рукиКупитьРеклама•18+ami-system-1.infoМотивация в крупном и среднем бизнесе. KPI — это прошлоеУзнать больше I had to just watch her go. Sighing tiredly, I slowly walked towards the exit. Firstly, many hungry glances were fixed on me again and it was clear that some were already ready to approach me, and secondly, the sexual tension of the body was still at its peak and it was necessary to hurry home - today I will have to take care of myself.

***

I decided to walk a couple of streets home. I wanted to think and get some fresh air. Should I call Alicia tomorrow? *BAM!* I was distracted from my thoughts by a loud noise in one of the alleys between the buildings. As if someone had hit or banged a tin trash can with force. The street was lit, but I couldn't see anything except the aforementioned trash cans. *BAM!* The sound was repeated and one of the cans swayed slightly. I shifted from foot to foot hesitantly and looked around. Somewhere in the distance there was a small group of young girls cheerfully chatting about something. Numerous cars flashed in the gap between a couple of houses. There was a small coffee shop nearby, still open, and there were several police officers on the other side of the street. In short, I wasn't alone, and I didn't have to worry about a repeat of a typical horror movie scene. However, did I need it? To stick my nose into a deserted alley, even if it was well lit? After all, it could have been a cat, a rat, or a raccoon making the noise. *BOOM!* While I was lost in thought, the noise was repeated. On the other hand, I am now in a world where the most unthinkable things are possible, and this suspicious noise could be something completely unusual. After stamping my feet uncertainly for a couple more minutes, I decided to check what was making that noise. I began to approach the trash bins as quietly as possible, which suspiciously fell silent as I approached. Taking hold of the lid of the swinging one, I slowly began to open it, moving as far away as possible. - MEOW! - FUCK! The cat jumped out of the bin and, hissing angrily at me, ran off somewhere. I jumped almost a meter in the air and yelled such a familiar word in my native language, watching the cat with a frightened look. Your mother, some monsters locked a cat in a trash bin, and I had already managed to wind myself up to the point of no return. When my racing pulse calmed down a bit, I put the tank cap back in place and headed back to my apartment, but I didn't even have time to move two meters: - Mph!.. Something sticky and viscous fell from above and prevented me from screaming, instantly filling my nose and mouth. A second later, darkness fell.