Nextdoor Hotties

“I don’t feel that good today. Can you tell Lacy that I’ll skip tonight? I have this shitty feeling that I’d puke on some asshole’s dick, if I do the round today.” Gia talked over the phone as she paced in her mini kitchen, only clad in a thong and fish net bra, she shook her ass to the tune of her favorite song, RODEO by LAH PAT booming softly from her speaker.

"You have fine luck today. Lacy also called in sick. I’ll make sure you don’t get a spank on the ass tomorrow.” Rachel chuckled.

“Thanks.” Gia smiled mindlessly before hanging up.

She sighed, looking out of the window that was facing the direct angle of her next-door neighbor’s.

Alan. She heard the landlord call him that.

What a beautiful name for a mean guy. Her eyes rolled at the thought.

Although she had to admit that her only reason for skipping her stripper’s job that day wasn’t just the upset in her stomach.

She’d been listening for the elevator sound for some hours now.

Another warning from the landlord about her nudity meant Alan did some more detective work a few days ago.

In fact, all her stripper’s costumes were captured in the photos with her butt gumming the thin fabric and her breasts half spilling out of her chest.

She was dressed like that most times.

It’s been her fetish to wear her stripper’s costume all day until she got addicted to skimpy dresses and proper clothes were a taboo for her now.

As though the heavens were on her side, she heard the sliding sound of the elevator and figured Alan was back already.

Her blood boiled and the hair covering her pores stood, as she recollected how explicitly he posted her photos on the tenants' chat group with the caption,

*Indecent Dress Code By Gia Anderson*

Grabbing two jackets, she slipped into one and tied the other around her waist as she bolted out to find him motionless in front of his keylock.

“Mr Tyler, I’d like to speak with you.” Gia seethed, her voice trembling in restraint.

And when he didn’t turn around to acknowledge her presence, her brows drew together in irk.

“How dare you take pictures of me? You fucking pervert!” Gia spat and that’s when he slowly whirled around to face her.

Tilting his head, he ran a lazy glance over her.

“See, it didn’t kill you to put some clothes on. Swimming in the pool naked is a very disturbing sight, Miss Anderson, you don’t need to go to college to know that.” Alan retorted, his eyes digging lasers into her skin and for a moment she jerked like she actually got burnt.

“This is trespassing, harassment and bullying. I’m going to file a case against you, if you don’t mind your own damn business.” Gia raged, her cheeks burning crimson red when Alan’s laugh lines raised in amusement.

This handsome bastard knows he’s so fine. Show off!

“I’ll see you at the tenants' meeting, then we can go to court,” Alan asserted.

It didn’t sound like he was bluffing and Gia lungs tightened in fury.

With his bloodshot eyes giving her half-exposed tits peeking from her loose jacket, a dismissing look, he went into his apartment.

He left her standing there, and she couldn’t have felt more stupid when he shut the door in her face.

“Just you wait f**ker.” She said through gritted teeth.

With her chest heaving obviously, she went into her apartment, feeling too enraged to sit, she fidgeted about.

Messing and putting things back in place to distract herself from the wetness pooling in her panties, her throbbing clit cried for Alan’s faint touch.

Geez, she was supposed to detest her nosy neighbor, especially since he hadn’t given her a day’s rest since she moved in.

Deciding to make toasts and smoothies, she gathered the ingredients on the kitchen island, and increased her MP player’s volume to the highest, so thoughts about touching herself while she imagined Alan’s thick fingers flicking her clit would disappear from her head.

It was that fool’s fault for having such veiny thick arms, if only she could just forget how smooth his arm skin was she’d-

“Mmmm.” She moaned and she squirted, soaking her panties.

Hurrying over to the bathroom to get a change of underwear, she found her fingers sliding over her moist clit and her lips parted slightly.

Spreading her thighs over the WC, she arched her back with one hand supporting her weight and started flicking her wet cunt.

Similar to her imagination, her clit was already dripping with her warm cum, causing ecstasy to ripple through her body.

Shutting her eyes, Alan’s sexy smirk appeared before her as she let him pump his thick finger in and out of her.

Rocking her hips, she purred, calling out his name in breathy tones.

Fixing a second finger, she pumped herself harder, whimpering and moving her hips to f**k her finger.

Allowing her squirts to freely streak down the lines of her thighs, she let her free finger smear them over her belly button.

Until her pussy lips were swollen and bright pink, she finger-f***ed herself till she orgasm a third time before pulling out and heaving a long breath in complacency.

Her stomach upset was gone, Alan was all she needed.

Slouched on her double sofas, she scrolled through her phone, humming *Into You* by Chase Atlantic.

“Miss Anderson, I apologize for making this online meeting mandatory but certain concerns have been made by not one but multiple tenants regarding your explicit dress sense.” The landlord long text read and Gia rolled her eyes as she lied on her tummy, butt naked and watching her favorite reality show on the Tv.

Setting a bowl of chocolate cookies beside herself, she idly fixed one in her mouth.

Slowly munching the crunchy sweets in her taste buds,

“So good.” She moaned.

She was about to turn her phone off and dump it to a corner when her phone started buzzing furiously with comments from the other tenants.

*My kid now tells me the butt naked lady is my hero, he’s only five for goodness’ sake.*

*My husband prefers to spend his weekend by the window these days. I just noticed Gia swims on Sundays.*

*She needs to buy more public friendly clothes!*

*Gia dear, I’m a pornographer, just a dm away.*

Gia's brows knitted together as her nose flared in white-hot rage.

She jumped out of bed and didn't realize it when she grabbed a hammer from the slightly open toolbox placed near the storeroom.

If the angels didn't descend to hold her back today, she was definitely going to crack Alan's pretty face open for being a pain in her soft ass, she hissed inwardly.

Besides, it was all she could do not to knee him in the balls. She assumed he'd have a pretty big dick, which she absolutely cared about more than the rest of his body.

Slamming the door closed behind her, she moved over to Alan's door and made to connect the hammer to it when her phone beeped in her jacket.

Her arms stopped midair, and she took out her phone, placing it to her ear with a frown.

"You had better get your ass down here, or kiss your job goodbye," a harsh voice threatened.

Raising her brows in realization, Gia's expression appeared flustered.

"Lacy?" she called.