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Sturmfrei

Sturmfrei (noun. german)

When you're finally home alone, without your parents to bother you.

Home alone.

After the little talk I had with Iero and the deal we made I got to leave without any fuss.
At first I couldn't believe that everything ended up in my favour and it took me the whole way home to realise that.
I didn't dare to look at the time when I snuck back into my mothers apartment and into my room. I knew it was way too late for me to be up. I still had to work tomorrow morning after all.

I was glad that everything I did tonight didn't wake my mother otherwise i would have some serious explaining to do.

And so i took off my clothes and quickly got under my warm blanket.
Yes, this is so much better than being under Ieros bed!

And just like that, I fell asleep.

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That night I had a weird dream.
After I woke up I couldn't remember it in detail and only had a few images floating around my head left.
Sweat, hands all over me, voices fading into moans, bodies crashing together.
And when I woke up I was sweaty all over.
Damn... the whole situation under the bed with Jenny, the stranger and Fank really must have traumatised me, if I dream about it.
At least I'm pretty sure that's what the dream was about.

During my whole day of work I was thinking about that dream, hoping I would remember at least a little more. But of course that didn't happen and the more I thought about it, the less of the dream I could keep in my head.

I was more than happy to be back home again in the late afternoon.

I was tired and my back was hurting from scrubbing Mrs. Hampshires kitchen floor.
She was a wonderful lady but so clumsy and messy and never cleaned up her spills so they were all dried in and hard to remove when I came around on Fridays.
But she gave me cookies again, blueberry macadamia this time, and also gave me five dollars on the side.
A great person and a great Baker.

When I entered through the front door I saw that my mother wasn't there yet.
She took a taxi to the office this morning to take care of some important papers and to fix some organisatory mistakes Tiffany had made.

Being alone was more than welcome to me right now. On a normal work day I would already be on my way to Ieros place but since our whole deal only happened yesterday, and he hadn't called my mother yet, I decided to wait another week before going there again.
Besides I could use my free time to do some research.

Because even though I've met Frank Iero and knew his secrets, I still didnt know anything about who he was and what he did.
And with what I was doing, a little extra knowledge couldn't hurt.

So I sat down on my desk and typed in Ieros name into the browser.
I knew Frank Iero was pretty well known even internationally but seeing all the results about him and his achievements kind of surprised me.
I spent the next two hours clicking on different websites, looking at the pictures he had shot for popular magazines and watching interviews with models that had worked with him. They all had the same to say: Frank Iero was not only incredibly attractive, but also incredibly talented for his age.

Their words, not mine.

I didn't find a lot of information about his past. About the time before he became so well known.
I also couldn't find anything about his family so I couldn't say for sure that his families riches had kickstarted his career.
I had a few different theories about how everything came to be.
My most logical explanation was, that he was the son of some wealthy family, maybe even a family of artists in the same branch.
The second one was just as plausible but lacked a bit of moral. He could have simply slept his way all to the top.
I mean... he did have the talent but talent alone can't get you on the front page of Vogue.
The last theory was that there is some kind of underground mafia shit going on, helping him to the top with black-mailing and threats.
Maybe not the most realistic theory but still.
I should keep an eye out just in case.

Not only did he shoot models for fashion magazines, apparently he had gained most of his popularity by being one of the most scandalous photographers worldwide.
He shot for porn-magazines and used to work on a project that showed people during sex.
This project was shown in one of the most successful galleries in the United states and he won a lot of prizes for his work.
Just by watching other people fuck.
Some people just get born lucky.

For a second I thought back to yesterday night and the weird clicking noises I heard under the bed.
It would make sense for it to have been the sound of a camera taking pictures but something inside me would rather think of Frank as a perverted Voyeur than a hard working man.

Maybe I could ask him about that in the future.

I didn't find any pictures of his project and the gallery it was shown in but I read in an article that the pictures had sold for a couple thousand dollars a piece. No pictures so they would stay unique.

After my long research I hadn't found anything useful.
All I knew now was, that Frank Iero was a young and talented Photpgrapher that all the models lusted after and that liked to step over the boundaries of the photography business.

Everybody wanted a piece of Iero.
Be it his body or an exclusive photograph.
And for some reason it frustrated me to no end.
How dare Frank Iero get everything he wants in life while I have to give up on my dream just to do the pity work he is too rich for.
Some people get born with a silver spoon and they use it to look down on people like me, who didn't get to have such privileges brought to their cradle.

Yes I was jealous.
I had all right to be.

I huffed and decided to let it be for now.
But before I could get off my desk I remembered what the desk clerk had said to me on my first day of being at Ieros apartment building.
Quickly I typed "LivelyLike" into the search bar.

Apparently LivelyLike was a high end Escort Service that also offered special services for a nightly stay.
Basically, you could rent a prostitute of all genders for one night and pay a shit ton of money for that.

Now I do respect sex workers, I really do.

But being mistaken for one by Mr. AnnoyingAsFuck in that lobby really didn't flatter me.

And it also didn't help with the image of Frank Iero that had formed in my mind.