"Unbelievable." It took every bit of Lance's willpower not to slam the door as he dragged his way in from another long day at work; even though he'd expected to work a couple hours later today, he was still as exhausted as if he had. "I hope Sarah doesn't mind if I shower." Even at a desk job, he preferred to shower after his day was done, being a bit of a neat freak. Even from the doorway, he could hear the shower running, and he sighed at the thought of Sarah taking one of her long, arduous soaks.
He lived with four roommates - Sarah, a friend of his who'd offered him the rental in the first place, along with Jose and Ellen. The latter two were gone for the next couple of weeks on vacation, leaving him and Sarah alone together, which was an arrangement only one of them enjoyed. At 27, he was at a crossroads; in a good office job with a clear upward trajectory towards management, and yet with an unfulfilled social life.
Okay, sex life. His dates went nowhere, and he often took out his frustrations by teasing and tormenting Sarah - and occasionally Ellen if Jose wasn't around. He'd give them playful touches, slaps on their ass when they weren't listening to him, stealing glances down their tops or up their skirts, staring at their asses from behind. It was something Ellen barely tolerated, as she gave him cold stares and slaps, but Sarah usually took it in the spirit it was intended; she'd already told him he'd get nowhere with her.
With the mood he was in today, Sarah would just have to take whatever she got from him, though. Lance started to make his way upstairs, until he caught something behind him; a yellow sticky note on the door, with familiar handwriting on it: Sarah's.
Sorry, I got called away due to an emergency. Hope you're okay without me! - S
Oh. He thought. Then, a frown on his face. If she's not here, when who is that upstairs?
He made his way up slowly; if it was a robber or a crook, they sure as hell wouldn't be showering in their bathroom. Deciding that being safe rather then sorry was the right option here, Lance carefully and deliberately made his way upstairs, being as quiet as he could until he reached the bathroom. The door to it never had locked right, so he was able to twist the handle and slowly force it open.
The ever familiar presence of steam greeted him, the mirror fogged up, and the blue shower curtain blocking the tub and the ever present flow of water. The other things he saw in the bathroom intrigued him though; a couple of towels, and clothes. Specifically, women's clothing. A devilish idea entered his head as he carefully grabbed everything he could reach - towels, clothes, shoes - quickly eying the garments before tossing everything into the hallway carelessly. Some of the items probably floated over the railing and down to the first level; he could care less. What mattered was that whoever came out of that shower would have nothing to cover up with, except for his mercy.
At that point, the shower stopped, and Lance knew he'd probably been found out, but he didn't care. He paced deliberately towards the shower curtain and threw it open as hard as he could, to see who was behind it.
He lived with four roommates - Sarah, a friend of his who'd offered him the rental in the first place, along with Jose and Ellen. The latter two were gone for the next couple of weeks on vacation, leaving him and Sarah alone together, which was an arrangement only one of them enjoyed. At 27, he was at a crossroads; in a good office job with a clear upward trajectory towards management, and yet with an unfulfilled social life.
Okay, sex life. His dates went nowhere, and he often took out his frustrations by teasing and tormenting Sarah - and occasionally Ellen if Jose wasn't around. He'd give them playful touches, slaps on their ass when they weren't listening to him, stealing glances down their tops or up their skirts, staring at their asses from behind. It was something Ellen barely tolerated, as she gave him cold stares and slaps, but Sarah usually took it in the spirit it was intended; she'd already told him he'd get nowhere with her.
With the mood he was in today, Sarah would just have to take whatever she got from him, though. Lance started to make his way upstairs, until he caught something behind him; a yellow sticky note on the door, with familiar handwriting on it: Sarah's.
Sorry, I got called away due to an emergency. Hope you're okay without me! - S
Oh. He thought. Then, a frown on his face. If she's not here, when who is that upstairs?
He made his way up slowly; if it was a robber or a crook, they sure as hell wouldn't be showering in their bathroom. Deciding that being safe rather then sorry was the right option here, Lance carefully and deliberately made his way upstairs, being as quiet as he could until he reached the bathroom. The door to it never had locked right, so he was able to twist the handle and slowly force it open.
The ever familiar presence of steam greeted him, the mirror fogged up, and the blue shower curtain blocking the tub and the ever present flow of water. The other things he saw in the bathroom intrigued him though; a couple of towels, and clothes. Specifically, women's clothing. A devilish idea entered his head as he carefully grabbed everything he could reach - towels, clothes, shoes - quickly eying the garments before tossing everything into the hallway carelessly. Some of the items probably floated over the railing and down to the first level; he could care less. What mattered was that whoever came out of that shower would have nothing to cover up with, except for his mercy.
At that point, the shower stopped, and Lance knew he'd probably been found out, but he didn't care. He paced deliberately towards the shower curtain and threw it open as hard as he could, to see who was behind it.
