"I think I'm okay. Really!", Giselle said and squinted at her neighbour. "Fair enough. And what are you going to do now?", Annie asked her while her legs crossed and the expression on her face lifted into a curious stare. "It's been eight years, but the debt isn't nearly paid off. This place was expensive. At work I wanted to talk to Mr Dean, but he wasn't around, but Laury thinks he might actually give me a raise. Honestly I'm not sure if I can actually keep the place. If I talk to the bank, they might reduce my monthly payments and I can, maybe, sustain it?", she responded, trying to be positive and bright about it. The worry shimmered through the weak attempt.
"Laury was your coworker, right?", the blonde wanted to know and received a nod. "You should calculate your finances, love. You're going to need less food, less electricity, less of everything. Also the car is gone, right? Ian took it. The apartment is furnished completely and your love interest", she winked when she said that, "lives next door and can cook for you or invite you for pizza". Giselle chuckled. Her spirits lifted slightly. The smile on her lips came natural and her face lit up. With her fingers, she pushed her curls out of her face. "Thanks, Annie. I appreciate it!".
Before the brunette could sink back into her thoughts, her lover started to bombard her with small anecdotes from work. Just twenty minutes before leaving the office, the internet got cut by construction workers in front of the building. The director almost had a heart attack, since it'd take until the next morning for the connection to get restored. To publish stories and articles, many employees resorted to cell phones and other creative ideas. While it seemed to work, some texts were in an older version and didn't get saved properly. The now published texts had mistakes, were structured badly or had completely forgone editing. Then Annie pulled out her phone and showed the comments on a social network of a recent article. It went viral. Countless comments showed the amusement of everyone reading it. The article was supposed to be about an incident in the red light district of Howth, a larger town roughly 100km away, but a few sections of an escaped monkey in the zoo got mixed in. Giselle couldn't stop laughing for a full ten minutes when she read the article and the comments associated to it. Readers even started to create memes already.
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"Free publicity is still publicity, right?", she had chuckled and Annie laughed, "Yeah, but you should've seen the director. At first he went ballistic and wanted the article to be taken down, but then he saw the statistics. His jaw wouldn't close". Her neighbour giggled and hid her mouth behind her hand. She was drooling from laughter.
When the conversation shifted from heavy to light, Annie eventually got a new lemonade from the kitchen. Instead of sitting back down on her side of the sofa, she climbed on Giselle's lap, pulled the pyjama shirt over her head and took the brunette's cheeks into her palms. They kissed. Passionately and extensively. Minutes later Annie gasped and arched her back. Lips and fingers graced her skin and breasts. Giselle fucked her neighbour until she climaxed loud enough for all her neighbours to hear. She fell on top of her lover and kissed her lips. The panting woman smiled up at her and they kissed again. "I like fucking you", the blonde whispered and the older blushed, tempted to hide her face.
When morning came, Giselle strolled back over into her apartment. Her apartment. Not officially, but it would be hers if all went well. She was grinning. With Ian gone, she didn't feel bad about Annie and their nightly adventures anymore. They excited her even more now. Her phone beeped and she glanced at the text.
Annie: "Tonight I'll try that rope on you. I know a few very naughty ways to tie a girl!"
The brunette stared at the message. Being tied up, or rather the thought of it, made her feel uncomfortable. Yet the way her neighbour put it, a few images flashed through her mind and all of them made her squirm. Her cheeks turned red and a quick glance left and right revealed, she was indeed the only person inside the apartment.
An hour later the brunette walked into Dean's attire for the gentleman, Laury paused sorting the counter and glanced at her from the side. "You're kidding me. Now we're back to this", she complained loudly. Instead of going on a rant again, she added, "I'm happy for you, love". Giselle blushed even more now, "Thanks". Her hands brushed her bangs behind the ear. She noticed how much her coworker had changed. The new look suited her. The woman was attractive all of a sudden. "You look...", she started to whisper, but Laury had gone to unlock the store and couldn't hear it. It wasn't something she'd scream across the room. Laury returned with Mr Dean in tow. "Oh good morning, Mr Dean", she said formally and put on a kind, friendly smile. "Good morning, Giselle. How are you doing?", he mumbled in his rusty voice. "I'm okay. There's something I gotta talk to you about. Can I steal a couple of minutes of your time?"