The Bi-State Area

Chapter 55: Friendly Banter

Max stood outside apartment 315. He looked at the time. It was a few minutes after seven. They had to be at the steakhouse by eight. It was thirty minutes away. These few minutes were all he could spare.

He knocked on the door. Shuffling came from inside. He put his hands in his pockets, eyebrow raised, and he wondered what was happening inside.

The door swung open, and he came face to face with Cassie. She didn’t say anything only pulled him inside and closed the door.

"Can you zip me up, please?" she asked.

She turned around, and Max saw that her dress hadn’t been zipped up. He helped her zip the dress up.

"Are you both ready?" he asked, looking around the room.

He didn’t see Stacey.

"Yeah. She needed to do a touch-up, and she’ll be out."

Cassie turned to face him, and he finally got a look at the dress on her. It was a deep blue dress. His eyes lingered on her curves, on the way the dress hugged her body. He moved from the dress to her face.

She looked different. Her eyes looked wider, more innocent. Those hazel eyes stared at him, and he saw the hint of a smile on her lips. He wanted to kiss them.

"Staring much?" Cassie quipped.

"You look beautiful. Is it wrong for me to stare?" He smiled genuinely. Then he squinted and leaned down close. "If you don’t want me to stare, you could always take it off. Promise I won’t look."

Cassie rolled her eyes. She was much more relaxed now than she had been before, thanks to Stacey. She could play and banter with Max without feeling awkward. Seeing him like this, she smirked and stepped closer to him.

"What if I want you to look?" she asked. Then ran a hand down his body, all the way to his crotch. She laughed a little before stepping back.

"Didn’t I tell you before to be careful when you’re alone with men? They’re animals. You don’t want to be eaten, do you?"

"I don’t mind. As long as you’re the one doing the eating."

Max’s eyes darkened. It seemed that the little time with Stacey had made her feel much more relaxed. If he had known she would be like this after sex, he would have kept the door closed when Stacey came to steal her away last week.

Inwardly, he shook his head. No. He already told himself that he would be friends with her. This was friendly banter, nothing else.

He straightened and cleared his throat.

"Don’t make jokes like that again, or I might end up taking you seriously."

Cassie eyed Max; she could see he was affected. If it were any other day, she might have tried to see how far things could go. After all, those earlier orgasms were great, but she felt she wanted something...more.

Just then, Stacey came out of the room. She was wearing her black wrap dress. Cassie had to admit, Stacey was right; the dress really did look good on her.

"So...what do you think?" Stacey said, twirling in the dress.

"You were right," Cassie admitted.

"You look nice," Max replied.

It wasn’t that Stacey wasn’t beautiful; she was. But Max had gotten so used to seeing her like this that it didn’t really come as a surprise. Whereas Cassie was different. He was interested, and he felt she was a genuine person.

Stacey’s face dropped. "What do you mean I look nice?"

"I mean, you look nice," he said quickly. "Now, no arguing. We need to get out of here. I already called a taxi; it’s waiting outside."

Hearing this, Stacey didn’t argue. The girl grabbed their bags, and they left quickly.

Over at apartment 308, Ricky was having a nice chat with the young lady who lived there. He looked down at her; her mouth was open, making gluck gluck sounds. His hand rested on the back of her head.

"You’ve learned a few things," he hissed. "Much better than when you first arrived."

When he was done, he zipped his pants up.

"Remember to pay your rent on time next month. You know the rules. It’s your mouth for the first month, your pussy for the second month, and your ass for the third."

He stepped out of the apartment, humming to himself. When he stepped out, he managed to see Casse, Stacey, and Max coming out of the apartment. He saw Max in slacks and the two women in dresses.

His gaze honed in on the two women. His lecherous stare almost pierced them. Both women looked around as if they expected him to be there.

His gaze lingered on Stacey’s tits when she turned around. He palmed his shaft as if remembering something. Then he turned to Cassie. Her ass looked just right in that dress. Her breasts were as big as Stacey’s, but they were still perky and big enough to fit in his hands.

He needed to check in on them tomorrow. It was time to pay the rent.

Cassie and Stacey stepped out of the apartment. As soon as they stepped out, they felt a gaze on them. They turned around to see Ricky. Max saw them looking behind. When he saw Ricky, he pulled Cassie closer.

He whispered to her, "Don’t mind him. He’s always been a pervert. Just pay the rent on time, and he won’t cause any problems."

Cassie looked up at Max. She remembered when she had just arrived. Ricky was staring at her. She had felt his gaze was strange, but she put it behind her because Cassie assured her.

She remembered she had been here for two weeks. She only needed to pay two weeks to Stacey, and she would add her own. Next month she would be paying half.

The trio walked away, ignoring Ricky. Stacey started complaining that Max didn’t protect her and only knew how to hold on to Cassie. Complaining that Max didn’t see her as a woman.

The bickering carried all the way to the taxi.

Ricky watched them walk away and only moved when they were out of view.

What neither party noticed was that there was a door cracked open. Apartment 310. The lights were off inside. But the person was standing by the door watching Cassie and Stacey leave.

He wasn’t as open as Ricky, but his eyes told people he was definitely interested in both women.