Nice Guys Finish Last

Nice Guys Finish Last Ch. 1

Guess I lied, this story would probably be more dirtier than Master and Slave. I suggest you don't read this story if you don't like rough.. intercourse. And other dirty stuff D: so. Just a heads up for ya. :) Enjoy!

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Lena hummed to herself as she strolled down the hallway, her small arms holding a large basket of laundry braced against her stomach. As she reached to door to the laundry room, she pinned the basket to the wall as she dug for her key in her pocket. As she produced the tiny key, she lifted a knee to help her shaking arm bear the weight of the encumbering load as she struggled to slip it into the door. As the towering basket tipped to the side, a sock fell off onto the floor.

"Need some help there?"

Lena turned her head to see Todd standing in the hall, his arms crossed in front of his shirtless chest, a smug look of contentment plastered across his face.

"Sure," she answered, turning back to her laundry. "Can you grab that sock?"

"Well I could..." he muttered, strolling over casually. "But I think I'd rather watch you bend over and pick it up."

"Arrrrgggg," she growled with irritation as she turned back to the door. "Asshole."

"Ooooh, I like it when you talk like dirty," he shot back with a charming smile. "Relax. Here."

Lena pushed the door open and shoved her way into the laundry room as Todd tossed the sock over her head onto the pile of laundry in her arms. She tried to ignore him as she set the basket on a nearby table and searched through her pockets for a quarter. With his usual cocky smirk, Todd hopped up on the table beside the basket as he continued his playful harassment.

"So what brings you to my building?" he asked, his legs swinging to and fro. "Is Paul making you do his laundry now?"

"No," she answered curtly. "Paul doesn't make me do anything. I'm doing my own laundry."

"Okay, Okay. Geez Lena, you need to lighten up a bit."

"Whatever," she muttered dismissively.

"Seriously," Todd pressed on. "You seem tense. Is your boyfriend not putting out lately or what?"

"Ugh," she groaned, turning away in disgust as she opened the washing machine and placed the coins in the slots. "You're such a pig."

Todd laughed.

"Where is Paul anyways?" he asked, turning to poke through her laundry. "I haven't seen him today."

"He had to go to his mom's. He'll be back tomorrow."

"Whoa! What do we have here?"

Lena turned to see Todd beaming with excitement as he held up a little black lacy pair of panties, inspecting them with a lecherous grin.

"Give me those!" she ordered angrily, reaching in futile as he held them just out of arms reach.

"Okay, relax," he said, finally let her snatch the tiny black garment from his hand.

"Seriously though...I didn't know you had it in you. I always took for a granny-panties kind of girl."

"Great," she answered abruptly. "I'm not discussing my underwear with you."

"Oh come on," he pleaded, retaining his ever present cocky smile. "It's not like I was trying to smell them."

His face turned serious for a brief moment.

"Can I smell them?"

Lena shook her head in amazement as Todd broke out in laughter once again. As she began heaving armloads of clothing into the washer, she turned back to him.

"What do you mean 'granny-panties' kind of girl?"

Todd shrugged.

"You just don't really strike me as the adventurous type," he explained. "I mean..."

"You don't even know me!" Lena snapped, cutting him off as he leaned back in surprise.

"I know how girls like you are..." he continued cautiously.

"Girls like me?"

"Yeah. You know...good girls."

"So you think I'm a good girl?"

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added in promptly. "I mean, you have kind of a sexy librarian thing going on there. Some guys like that sort of thing."

"Just because I don't dress like a slut, like the girls that you take home every night...doesn't mean I'm a good girl."

"You don't need to dress like a slut," Todd explained casually. "But it wouldn't hurt if lost the glasses once in a while..."

Lena glared at him with daggers in her eyes as if daring him to continue.

"...and it wouldn't hurt you to show a little skin. I mean, you look like you have a tight little body under there..."

"Okay!" she stated firmly as she slammed the washer door shut. "That will do."

"You'd look hot in a little skirt or..."

"Shut up!" she snapped, starting to feel a little self conscious. "Maybe you should show less skin! Why the hell are you walking around without a shirt on all the time?"

"I get hot," he explained with an amused laugh. "And don't pretend you don't love it."

As he spoke, Todd brought his arms up into a cheesy, mock bodybuilder pose as he continued to tease his friend's girlfriend. Lena shook her head and wet back to her laundry, trying not to feed his ego by looking his way. The truth was, she did find his body very attractive, although she would never admit it. In fact, he was probably one of the best looking guys she had ever known.

The problem was...he knew it. Women tended to love him and he certainly loved women.

Even with his offhanded, sexist remarks and dirty jokes, he tended to get any female he wanted. Particularly, he had a specific penchant for 'attached' women, specifically lusting after married or engaged ones. In fact, he had even managed to bed several of Lena's friends, including her best friend Kendra a few weeks earlier.

"You never did tell me why you are here." Todd stated, hopping down off the table.

"The laundry machine in my building is out of order," she explained. "And my roommate's boyfriend is visiting."

"You're roommate huh?" Todd perked up with interest. "I don't think I've ever met her. Is she hot?"

"Does it matter?" Lena scoffed. "It's not like you have any standards anyway."

"Oww," he exclaimed, putting his hands to his chest, feigning insult. "I'm hurt!"

"And..." he continued as his face turned serious for a rare moment. "I do have standards...because..."

He leaned in close behind her as he whispered in her ear.

"...I still wouldn't do you."

Todd immediately burst out laughing as Lena swung out with an open palm, beating him several times about the shoulder as he stumbled away chuckling.

"Awww," he said, sensing that he might have actually hurt her feelings. "I'm kidding."

He came forward with arms out in an exaggerated hug, as she held him off as best she could. Gradually, he overcame her petite frame and wrapped her in a playful hug.

"I'm just kidding. I'd fuck you," he muttered in a baby-like voice, as Lena struggled to push him away.

Todd kept laughing as she shook her head and walked out of the laundry room into the hall. As much as Lena pretended to be annoyed by his antics, she genuinely enjoyed his company. He seemed to be able to make any situation fun, even if it was at the expense of others. And she did actually wonder why Todd had never made a pass at her before. Could it be because he was casual friends with her boyfriend Paul? Or was he simply just not that attracted to her? That question bothered Lena more than she thought it should.