Ten minutes later I was freshly showered, dried, clean, and putting on my socks.

Monika was drying her hair with a towel next to me, her eyes not leaving mine. She wore a shirt and panties just like when I got there. Nothing else. She had removed the makeup that had survived, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Also, we had taken the contraceptive together.

“The swim meet is in a week,” I replied to a question she made, keeping the casual conversation we had going since entering the shower. “But vacation started so my mornings will be pretty free.”

She nodded. “I see. You'll have a busy break.”

I shrugged, making sure the clothes were comfortable. I stood up and stretched my back. “It can be busier,” I told her, flashing her a smile.

Her pale cheeks reddened at my words, the meaning not flying over her head. She stood up and walked out of her room.

I followed her to the entrance of the apartment.

She fiddled with her fingers, grabbing and twisting the hem of her shirt in obvious hesitation, nerves, and embarrassment.

I put my shoes on and waited, looking into her eyes. My heart beat with expectation.

“Hey, uh...” she started, the artery on her neck visibly pumping blood faster and her face flushing a deeper red. “Do you think, uhm, we could meet again?” she asked, shyly glancing at me.

“Yeah,” I agreed with a smile. “We could. I'm free Tuesday. Call me, okay?”

Monika nodded, grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and pulled me into a quick kiss. “Thank you for today, Vale. I... -thank you. And I'll definitely call you,” she said and opened the door.

I giggled and gave her a deep kiss in return, then separated and left her apartment.

She gave me a last wave of goodbye and closed the door.

Excited giggles escaped me as I made my way to the lift, a stupid smile on my face. I hummed and stood in front of the doors. I fucked the shit out of her, I giggled in my mind.

The lift opened on its own, a group of three women inside.

My eyes widened a little and my eyebrows slightly went up.

The three were goths who wore black attire, fishnets, corsets, piercings, and all the accessories such subculture added to their outfits despite the yearly average temperature being in the 28 degrees Celsius. Each had very distinct tattoos, hair dye, colored contacts, and make up that set them apart.

Three sets of eyes focused on me.

Fucking coincidences, I cursed in my mind, but my face was a pond of politeness. I stood to the side, giving them space to get out since the lift stopped at the fifth floor without me calling for it.

The three women made eye contact with each other for a moment, then moved to the left wall of the lift, making space for me.

“We're going down,” one of them clearly lied, her eyes going up and down my body. A smile grew on her lips and she looked at the others, communicating something.

“Hop in,” another invited with a friendly tone, holding the door open.

Monika's roommates? I wondered, taking a step into the lift. “Thanks,” I told them with a friendly smile, not minding their antics one bit. I myself am I member of the make-sure-your-friends-don't-meet-psychos team, and have been on the other end of such examinations quite a few times.

The third goth pressed the button on the screen that had a 4. “Where are you going?”

“Parking lot,” I replied, holding back a laugh at her deliberate attempt to keep me with them longer. “If you don't mind, please?”

The first goth ran her hand over the screen, pressing all the floors. “Shit,” she gasped, then gave the second goth a light tap on the shoulder. “Don't push me!”

“My bad,” the supposed pusher gave a shallow apology. “I tripped a little,” she proceeded to lie.

“Those are some nice sneakers,” the third goth, apparently the more sociable one, commented. She had short black hair and her makeup had black tears oozing down her eyes into her black lips.

I looked down at my shoes and showed them off. “Aww, thank you~!” I accepted the compliment.

“What size are you?” the second woman, who had waist-long purple hair with blue highlights and an absurd amount of piercings on her face, asked. She had a black and red corset around her torso that pushed her breasts up into a fishnet that dug into the skin. “I've been wanting to get a pair like those.”

No you haven't, I retorted in my mind with a laugh. I took a deep breath to think, then let out an unsure sigh. “Twenty-nine and a half, maybe thirty,” I replied, then nodded at her torso. “That's a nice corset, by the way. Where did you get it?”

“Lugubre,” she replied with a smile, but didn't elaborate.

“Thirty,” the first one, who had a messy wolf cut and a tattoo of barbed wire across her nose that connected both ears, whistled in surprise. “You're pretty big.”

The lift stopped at the fourth floor and the doors opened. A robotic voice announced the floor as well.

I cleared my throat and nodded. “So I've been told,” I cheekily replied, giving her an amused smile. I turned to the second one and gave her a nod. “Maybe I'll visit the store some time.”

“Nice tattoo,” Tears commented, touching the spot behind her ear. “Is that a symbol for something?”

I smacked my lips and nodded. “It is,” I confirmed, a little surprised that she spotted it since my hair covered it most of the time, but didn't elaborate.

The doors closed and the lift went up.

Fucking hell, I sighed in my mind. I've got places to be...

“Do you have a car?” Blue asked, nodding at the lift panel where Barbed Wire had pressed all floors, including the Parking Lot one.

I simply nodded.

“What kind of car do you have?” Barbed Wire asked.

I arched an eyebrow in response.

“None of my business, got it,” she nonchalantly accepted my silence, adding a tiny shrug.

“I really dig the whole tomboy aesthetic,” Tears complimented, looking me up and down. “Suits you well.”

I flashed her a smile. “You're too kind,” I humbly acknowledged the compliment. “I do like to keep it simple.”

“What's your favorite pizza?” Blue asked out of the blue. Her eyes focused on my arms and shoulders for a long second, then corrected herself, “Or... what's the last pizza you ate?”

What are you, social media prompts? I laughed in my mind, but huffed at her question. “I don't remember,” I truthfully replied. “But I made a cheesy garlic shrimp and mushroom pizza two weeks ago.”

The lift stopped and the doors opened, the robotic voice announcing the seventh floor.

The three women shared looks.

The doors closed and the lift went down.

“Favorite pet?” Barbed Wire inquired, crossing her arms across her ample chest.

“Fish,” I replied, then licked my teeth. A slight thirst was taking a hold of my throat. I have water in my car... I remembered.

“If you could choose a super power,” Tears suggested. “What would it be?”

I took a deep breath and let it out to gain a few seconds and think. “Definitely underwater breathing,” I chuckled with a slight smile, a little amused with the questions they came up with.

“Favorite music genre?” Blue asked next.

“Cumbia,” I answered, then ran my hands through my hair to cool my head down a little.

They shared a look again.

I gave them a look over, picturing their faces without makeup, piercings, and tattoos in my mind. Just for shits and giggles.

Barbed Wire wore a tight crop top with a deep neckline that left the shape and size of her pierced nipples for nobody to guess. A black, short skirt held in place by two thick, stubbed belts didn't go lower than ten centimeters into her thighs, giving way to white skin. Torn stockings held onto her leg with garters right above her knees, then hid in big boots. On top of all that she wore a stylish coat with frayed seams. She was taller than me.

Blue had a spiked choker around her neck that was connected to a form-fitting long sleeve fishnet top. Her black and red corset had an intricate pattern embroidered onto the fabric. Her navel was exposed, revealing the ending of the fishnet top and the beginning of fishnet leggings, bot the exact same style. A pair of tight torn pants hugged her legs that ended in boot heels.

Tears wore a see-through crochet long sleeve with chains that covered the piece of clothing like Christmas tree decorations. A high-waist plated skirt that ended mid-thigh revealed spider-web styled stockings. Her left boot was green and the right one was red. Her bra was black.

I squinted my eyes at them. “I don't mean to be rude, but... aren't you melting in those clothes? It's...” I checked my watch, “Thirty four degrees Celsius right now,” I pointed out, looking back at them.

It was also 20:58, my heart rate was 103bpm, my body temperature was 36,8 degrees Celsius, my period would start in 18 days, and I had burned 447 calories the last 90 minutes.

“A bit,” Blue confirmed with a nod. “Staying in the shade helps.”

“And drinking lots of water,” Barbed Wire added.

“And sunblock,” Tears supplied.

“Hmm...” I hummed in understanding.

The lift stopped and the doors opened, the robotic voice announcing the parking lot.

I let out a sigh of relief and left the enclosed space. “Bye, girls. It was nice meeting you,” I told them with a wave and a friendly smile.

“Take care, Valentina,” Blue told me with a lopsided smirk, revealing having known my name all along.

“Tell Nyx I said bye,” I replied, returning the smile but adding a tone of satisfaction. A playful wink sealed the deal.

The three goths squinted their eyes at me.

The doors closed.

I shook my head and walked to my car. With a turn of my wrist my watch assembled into a phone.

 

I waited a bit less than two seconds while the files reached Monika. A slightly annoyed eyebrow arched on my forehead. Parking lot basements always have the shittiest signal, I complained in my mind, releasing a miffed huff while opening my car. I sat on the driver seat and touched the screen on the dashboard.

The doors closed.

I cleared my throat and touched another section of the screen.

A lid behind the seats opened slowly, cold air leaking out. A small freezer held five water bottles, all at an exquisite five degrees Celsius.

I grabbed one, opened it, and drank.

The thirst in my throat calmed down considerably. “Aarrghhh...” I gasped at the carbonation obliterating me. “That's the good shit!” I hissed,  fastened my seatbeld, turned the car on, and left the parking lot basement.

Security stopped me for a few seconds to thank me for visiting and wish me a pleasant night.

“Call baby slut,” I told my car once I reached the street.

“Calling Contact: Zhou Linghu,” it said back. The dashboard lit up with my best friend's face giving a wink to the camera while cutely sticking her tongue out.

The call connected and rang five times.

“Hi baby! How are you?” Zhou greeted after picking up.

“A bit tired,” I honestly replied, taking a turn. “You?”

“I'm waiting for daddy with my sodden panties on my ankles,” she replied with a playful bratty tone. “My naughty pussy is dripping with juices to devour daddy's gut buster so she can once and for all impregnate this disobedient kitten like the cock-sleeve I am.”

“That's what lack of cock does to a bitch,” I chuckled, checking the rear view camera.

Zhou burst out in laughter.

“So, Javiera asked me to drop her off at a party in a few so I'll pick you up a bit later. That ok?” I asked and drank some water.

“She's going to parties already?” Zhou asked in disbelief. “Damn...”

“The little tadpole sure grew fast,” I agreed with her. “The group of brats gathered some money to buy alcohol,” I told her, then laughed, “Reminds me a bit of you.”

“Those were dark times for the Clan,” she jokingly sighed. “Anyway. I'll wait, but don't take too long. We have to be there before midnight.”

I scoffed. “It won't take more than twenty minutes. Be a good girl and sit your fat ass down.”

“Okaaaaay~” Zhou giggled. “Love you, slut.”

“Love you, whore,” I laughed and ended the call.

---

Ten minutes later I opened the door to my house. “I'm back,” I called and removed my shoes, walking in while carrying them.

My younger sister was sitting at the table in the dining room, face longer than Earth's orbit around the sun. “Took your time,” she sighed, standing up and grabbing a bag. She was wearing a very stylish gold chrome party dress and black high heels. She had put light makeup on, accentuating her natural beauty. Her hair was done in a long braid that reached her lower back.

I raised my eyebrows at her. “I need to change shirts,” I told her, pointing at a stain near the neckline where a bit of Monika's squirt landed. “You look gorgeous, Javi,” I complimented her.

She let out an annoyed huff, rolled her eyes, and sat back down. “Hurry up!” she demanded with a frown.

I started walking very slowly, imitating an astronaut walking on Mercury. “Aaall... riiigghhtt...” I said very slowly.

“Mooom!” the little bitch called. “Valentina is being annoying!”

I shook my head at her mistake.

Footsteps came from inside our home, and my mom showed up. She was wearing pajamas already. “Javiera, por la chucha! Your big sister is doing you a favor. Don't be like that, okay?”

My dad showed up a few seconds later, also wearing pajamas. He gave me a look. “Valentina,” he simply said.

I sighed and walked past them to my room, where I quickly changed shirts and put perfume again. I left my shoes on a cleaning rack I turned on, then picked a different pair and put those on. I grabbed a bikini top and swimming trunks, then went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

Before we could leave, my parents stopped me.

My mom caressed my hair and gave me a smile. “Did they treat you right?” she asked, worry in her voice.

“Yeah,” I assured her with a serious nod. “We'll meet again, actually,” I told her with a cheeky wink. “We had a blast,” I giggled, wiggling my eyebrows.

My dad laughed and patted my back. “Yeah, that's my girl.”

My mom shook her head. “Aiyah,” she loudly sighed. “Have fun and take care, okay? Tell Yun and Meiling we said hi.”

“I will,” I assured them and looked at Javiera. “Let's go,” I told her.

“Finally,” she sighed and opened the entrance door.

I gave my parents a kiss on the cheek and followed my younger sister into the short hallway that lead to a lift.

She touched the lift screen and the doors closed. “What took you so long?” she asked. “You said nine.”

I checked my watch. “It's nine twelve,” I pointed out. “Chill. You said nine thirty the latest.”

Javiera sighed. “But I don't want to be the last to get there,” she complained.

I rolled my eyes. “And? When everyone sees you arrive with the drinks they'll be hype as fuck. Ayoo Javiera got the booze! Wohooo! Long live Javieraaa! She's the baddest bitch in our group!”

My sister smiled, but sighed. “I'm not so sure about that,” she countered, but her brow relaxed a bit. “You know I get anxious when I'm late.”

“Yeah,” I breathed out, shaking my head. “My bad. I got held up a bit.”

“Why?” she asked with doubt in her face. “What were you even doing for the last two hours?”

I smiled and gave her an innocent shrug. “I was meeting with someone. And when I left I ran into her friends in the lift. They touched all the buttons on the screen and interrogated me.”

Javiera's eyebrows went up in slight disbelief. “Did they... do something to you?”

“No,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “They just asked silly questions. Harmless, really. That delayed me a bit.”

“I see,” she muttered, looking at her feet. “My bad. I thought you forgot to pick me up.”

“I would never,” I comforted my anxiety-prone younger sister. “Sometimes I'm late but I've always been there for you, Javi.”

“True,” she agreed with a small nod. She took a deep breath and sighed. “Shitty day, you know? I shouldn't make it your problem.”

“Mhm,” I hummed. “So... boys, huh?” I changed subjects, arching a cheeky eyebrow.

My sister rolled her eyes. “What? What's the problem with inviting a few boys?”

“Wow,” I uttered, looking at her with wide eyes. “You like one of them, huh?” I accused her with a giggle. “Tell big sis about it.”

She looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Her lips curled into a smile, though. “I could use some... advice,” she admitted with a deep sigh.

I licked my lips and rubbed my hands together. “Hehehe... I know all there is to know about boys, young one. Do tell,” I wickedly offered.

The lift stopped and the doors opened.

We walked into the parking lot and towards my car.

“He's shorter than me,” Javiera reluctantly shared. “I can't believe I'm asking you for help,” she sighed in utter disbelief.

“Can't be that bad,” I argued, approaching my car.

The doors opened and we got in.

My sister shook her head and sighed. “You could say he's handsome,” she told me. “He's a bit of a bad boy, though,” she said, her cheeks blushing a little.

I nodded, touching the screen to close the doors. “They kind of get you, huh?” I chuckled, fastening the seat belt, then putting the bikini top and swimming trunks under the seat.

“They do,” Javiera sighed, wistfully this time. “We've been talking for a while, but I know he just wants to push me down and fuck me raw.”

My eyebrows shot up and I blinked a few times. Despite having engaged in such activities myself, both doing it and having it done to me, hearing my younger sister say it was shockingly out of place.

“And I want him to try,” she chuckled while fastening her seat belt, a tiny darkness peeking out of her tone. “And fail... then I take control and have him swear to be my filthy pig. If you know what I mean.”

My jaw fell a little. “Totally get you,” I lied, running both hands through my hair. “It's like a hunger, isn't it?” I bullshitted.

Javiera nodded. “But I don't know if I'll be able to pull it off,” she sadly muttered. “What if he's good in the sack? What if I lose to the dick? What if he makes me his bitch instead?”

I turned the car on and started driving. “Hmm...” I hummed while thinking as fast as I could. “There's plenty of ways,” I revealed after coming across a few ideas.

“Well? I'm waiting,” she stated with a huff.

“See... that tone of yours is fucking disrespectful when you talk to me like that,” I told her, taking a turn to leave the parking lot. “Because I'm your older sister. But if you use it on a dude you're flirting with? It's domineering, assertive, and sets the dynamic and stuff. Drives them crazy.”

My sister hummed in understanding.

“If you take it too far you'll be an intolerable bitch, though,” I warned her. “So, go at it slow and... use common sense.”

We passed through security without stopping since they had my car information in the database.

“Now,” I continued, taking a turn into the street, gently pulling the steering wheel.

My car rose two meters, entering the slow lane above the other cars.

“You have to be careful not to manipulate the poor guy. You said he's a bad boy, right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “He likes to party a lot and has a lot of girl friends our age. He's not a highway, though, which is the reason I like him.”

Once the car reached the driving street's top speed, I gently pushed the steering wheel, making it go down into the fast lane. “You could praise him when he does things you like, for example when he chooses to meet you instead of going to a party. Tease him and tell him he's a good boy for listening to you,” I offered, cringing inside for saying such things to my younger sister.

It was important to give her advice, though. Who knows what would happen to her if she doesn't know what to do. The last thing I wanted was some cunt taking advantage of my younger sister.

“Carrot and stick,” Javiera muttered in realization. “If he's a good boy I'll make out with him and let him cop a feel or two. But if he's a bad boy he'll only be allowed to watch from a distance.”

“Or...” I started, overtaking a slow driver. “You could be aloof instead of outright ignoring him. Make listening to you fun, you know? Make it attractive, desirable, make him want you more than he wants to push you down and fuck you raw. Also also, the relationship you want with him is not for everyone so try to understand if you meet resistance. Get me?”

“I do,” she uttered, actual understanding in her voice. “Aha... I see...”

You do? I wondered in my mind, surprised that my vague words worked.

My experiences did not include whatever my sister wanted with her crush.

After slowing down and going up into the slow lane I took a turn and went into an undeground parking lot . A liquor store by the name of Luigi's stood between a grocery store and a bakery. There were a good number of stores next to them including a pharmacy, a beautician, a gym, a clothing store, a tech store, and a small restaurant.

The walking street was on the other side of the buildings' second floor, and the ground that allowed maglev ended a good distance from the stores. The speed limit in the parking lot was walking speed, too.

I parked, turned to my sister, and gestured at the liquor store. “Good luck. Don't buy strong stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied and got off, then walked to the liquor store.

I rubbed my forehead and let out a long sigh. I drank water and checked my messages while I waited.

 

 

I smiled at the emojis and checked another message.

I couldn't watch the video right then since I was waiting for my sister, so I looked at the pictures I took with Monika, then picked the one where she sandwiched my cock with her tits while giving the camera two middle fingers, the one where she sat on my lap to show how deep my cock would go inside her, and the one where she covered her eyes with my cock. I made a copy of them, blurred her face and any identifiable feature to protect her identity, and opened another chat.

 

 

I chuckled at their replies and put the phone away, then finished the water bottle and looked out the window.

Javiera walked out of the liquor store carrying a bag.

I opened the door for her.

She got in and sighed, leaving the bag at her feet. “Alcohol is so expensive!” she complained. “A one litre bottle of vodka costs one thousand two hundred Kredits!”

“What else did you buy?” I asked, touching the screen to close the door.

“One Vodka, one Tequila, and one Pisco forty,” my sister replied. “I had to use a bit of my allowance,” she added with an annoyed huff.

“Damn... That's a lot,” I commented, turning to her. “Did you buy mixers and ice?”

“Gina has at her house,” Javiera sighed, fastening her seat belt. “We planned it pretty well.”

I nodded. “Alright,” I muttered and checked for any pedestrians or cars nearby. “Send me Gina's address.”

My sister fiddled with her phone for a second.

The dashboard lit up, recognizing the address sent to my phone.

I touched the confirmation notification to provide navigation and drove off.